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Olive would admit she was something of a stay-at-home kind of girl, and she knew Yvette wasn't, so when she spent the weekend doing other things and being busy and generally hard to contact, Olive tended to forgive her. She did miss spending time with her girlfriend, though, she wanted a chance to prove herself as not just boring and ordinary, especially compared to someone like Yvette who was so smart and exciting, and really everything Olive wasn't and half wished she could somehow be. She could easily love Yvette, simply for being so much more than Olive ever felt she was. She'd certainly never blame Yvette for not wanting to spend all her time with her. Unfortunately, it did mean Olive spent rather a lot of time at home wondering where she was or if she was ever going to answer her texts, and trying not to bother her at the same time as thinking about her all the time. <p>
She'd not really known when Yvette was next going to show up, she didn't always say so, and Olive had been trying not to check her phone every few minutes like some kind of ridiculous needy girlfriend. So when the door knocked she half wondered instead whether she'd ordered something and forgotten about it, and instead found to her wide-eyed surprise she was staring into the face of Yvette. Immediately she gave her a bashful smile, probably a bit too pleased to see her, and stepped aside to let her in without a single thought to questioning where she had been the last few days. <b>"Sorry, I didn't know you were coming,"</b> Olive said, like it might be her fault she hadn't prepared herself for the arrival of Yvette, perhaps put some make up on or dressed up a little more, but really she was just glad to see her finally.

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Olive comes from a pretty intense crime family, she's poised to become part of the family business, and has had training in hacking, forgery and some fighting styles. Unfortunately, she's not really into it. Olive is pretty timid and non-confrontational. The crime life never came naturally to her, and her moral code tended towards the slightly more lawful side, but family loyalty has always been important to her, and she struggles with the fact she doesn't really agree nor want to be a part of the family business, but she doesn't want to lose her family in the process. <p>
She was allowed to pursue her academic dreams for a while before she joined the family business, doing her degree in history and getting herself a job at the British History Museum showing kids around the exhibits. It's not what she really wants to be doing, but she knows if she takes it any further she'll be openly defying her family and as of yet, she hadn't been able to tell them she's not down to be a criminal. Olive is pretty timid, she can't really help it, she's pretty bad at decision making on the spot and honestly, she just wants to curl up a theorize about saxon fishing methods or something. For now she's heading towards being inducted into the family business, and trying to get herself out of that somehow.
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<b>Friends.</b> She'll probably have a few, but she's not very comfortable with people at first. Generally she's very sweet and shy and won't say boo to a goose, but once you get past that she's pretty dorky and ridiculous and just wants to go hang out warm places and museums when she can. She'll befriend anyone she has no real issues with anyone. <p>
<b>Enemies.</b> She's well connected in the crime circuit so she probably has some enemies from that, but they're more family enemies than anything else. She can fight but she'd really rather run away from her problems if she can :||<p>
<b>Lovers.</b> She's not dated much, probably one or two fair length relationships that ended pretty softly, probably from their end for whatever reason. She's into girls, aaand has a final! <p>

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<h2>24. civilian. <a href="http://cttw.jcink.net/index.php?showuser=6">thx &raquo</a></a></h2>
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It wasn't too often that Olive got to go and see her brother, family was deeply important, but she worried too much about where her loyalties should lie, and sometimes it was easiest to avoid those closest to her. It was hardly as though most people noticed if she was around much or not, she was really quite quiet either way. Her job and family commitments kept her busy, that was her excuse for most things, for not dealing with that thought inside that battled between the two most important things in her life. She wished she knew what to do, or how to even think about it sensibly, but every time she tried she was too afraid, and too unable to find herself in her decisions - they were always based on what her family wanted in the end, her selfishness always felt like a betrayal to them, no matter how secretly happy she became. She knew the best person to talk to was the only other sibling she had who knew how this felt, who had the guts to stand up for what he wanted. So far, she didn't even know how to talk to him about it.<p>
She'd asked him to meet her at a coffee shop on Shaftesbury Avenue under the guise of catching up, thinking that at the very least she could see how he was doing now he wasn't so involved in everything. She, of course, was counting the days she could actually work at her job - not truly doing what she wanted, but surrounded by enough history to make herself happy. She admired Tyson's confidence, his ability to take what he wanted, she wished she had inherited some of that herself, instead she was destined to wait patiently for someone to give her permission for what she wanted, and she didn't think permission was ever coming. She thought about this with a frown as she nursed the coffee in her hands, having stepped out of the strange August rain to get warm, and wait for Tyson. When he finally stepped through the door she smiled, and waved awkwardly, before giving him a moment to get his own drink and head over, reminding herself to put her happy face back on, even for Tyson it probably wouldn't do to seem discontent with her life. <p>
<b>"Sorry, I got here early,"</b> She explained when he came over, as though it was a truly terrible thing to have had to wait for him, but she was glad he was there now, at the very least, so they could catch up.


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The whispering that came from the room below her bedroom was often the subject of Olive's fascination - listening to the meetings held there, the people who passed through their house with words that were oft associated with prison time tended to hold Olive's curiosity in s strange way.That night, however, the conversation was not one she wanted to listen to when she was the subject. Words filtered through the floor, telling her what she already knew, what she had known since she was little, she was not cut out for the family business. They discussed at length how to approach a daughter who was timid, afraid of confrontation, and tended to panic under pressure. It did not suit her for deal making, drugs trafficking, murder, and certainly a refusal to be around loud noises put weapons out of the question. <p>
She had been taught since she was young about concepts that she liked, the sort she read about in story books, like trust and loyalty, and fighting for those you loved. Put into practice, it turned out she was not a natural criminal, that to her these concepts were inherently more romantic than her parents meant them. It was not that she wasn't able to grasp the concept of immorality, it was that she didn't have the constitution for it. <p>
The conclusion slowly came to be that they would teach her the same as her siblings, that she would follow the example set by the entire family, and they would find something she was good at, and find her place in the family as she grew. She was only little, there was time to forge her into someone who could make her parents proud. <p>
She learned to fight, slowly, of course, but with a precision and a delicacy that turned out to eventually come to her advantage. Whilst she rarely won fights, she was still better at hand to hand combat than she ever was with guns. Money laundering and forgery slowly became another area she excelled in, she had the patience for the details, able to sit and be quiet for long periods of time, concentrating only on ensuring she was perfect, that what she made would not be found out easily. Eventually, her parents found some faith that she would become a part of the family business one day, and would not be a hindrance, despite the softness they could never force out of her. <p>
She continued in private with more intellectual pursuits, a reader, a researcher, she looked into everything from poetry to ancient texts, slowly a fascination for the past developed. Perhaps it was simply a fear for her future that forced her deep into books, but even as she took A Levels that weren't necessarily any more than tolerated by her parents, she knew her future was looming up on her, and soon she would be a part of something she couldn't leave.<p>
She desperately did not want to disappoint her family, she wasn't brave enough to stand up to them, and equally she wasn't brave enough to disappoint them. Honesty slowly became something she left behind, hiding books, pretending she was training when in fact she was writing university applications. When the acceptances came - four of them - from prestigious academic universities she knew she had very little choice but to talk to them in that room below her bedroom where they had once lost faith in her abilities. <p>
At first they did not want her to go, she was to become a part of the family business, not swan off to get a degree in history of all things. She nearly accepted defeat, but the tiniest amount of fight - instilled by her parents themselves - reminded her to try again. She negotiated as they had taught her. Finally, they allowed her this one gift, three years of study before she entered the family business. <p>
Those three years she spent at Cambridge fulfilled her in a way she never expected to truly feel. Worrying about her family's expectations was put on hold for the first time in her life, she was not listening in worry for the next conversation about her progress. Instead she was reading about ancient texts she never knew existed, learning about parts of her own culture for her dissertation, using strangely, her skills in forgery to examine and date old artifacts. The past became a huge rich story to her, one she wanted to know more and more of, one that seemed to always present itself as more relevant than her future could ever be. She knew to look forward was to see a life of worrying about disappointing those who trusted her, that it held things she would never be good at, that she was always going to be uncomfortable in her life. <p>
When she held her degree in her hand at her graduation, when she spotted her parents in the crowd with their proud smiles, and relief in their eyes that she would finally join the real world, she did not feel the happiness she wanted to. She knew it was over. It was supposed to be a happy day and yet all she felt was longing for the past, for once not someone else's, but her own. <p>
They allowed her a job to occupy her and finance her whilst she caught up with the few years she had missed, but she knew any day now she was going to become a full part of their operations. She was being let in slowly, tested carefully by parents who wanted to be sure she was ready to be of use, it was only her less than natural abilities that were holding her back, and everyone knew it. She was sure she could not be the only one who dreaded the day she would be a part of their operations, she was sure she would only be a burden on most. For most deals made she is quietly in the back, occasionally making a note or two for her parents reference later, but she knows she is useless in this sort of thing, she can't even talk to people very well, let alone ever take an active role. She is sure more than anyone she must be a liability, and all she wishes is to hide in the pages of her stories, and other people's lives, but each day she is pulled further away from them, and she has no idea how to tell them she can never be happy in this life, that already she is deeply heartbroken at the thought of her future more than anything else.



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