App Re-Post
Name: Olive Snook
Source: Pushing Daisies
Age: Late twenties, early thirties.
Job: Mess Hall Waitstaff -- Server of justice and pie.
Canon: When he was 9 years, 27 weeks, 6 days, and 3 minutes old the boy named Ned discovered he had the rather remarkable power to wake the dead, simply by touching them. It was sometime shortly thereafter that he realized that if he failed to touch them a second time-and thus, return them to the realm of the dead-within 60 seconds, someone else would have to die, and take their place. In light of this dark discovery, young Ned vowed to never bring anyone back to stay again-that was, until he was 29 years 5 months 21 days 14 hours and 26 minutes old, when the opportunity to revive his childhood sweetheart, tragically murdered a short time before, arose. A pie-maker by trade, the now-grown Ned uses his power to assist a local Private Investigator in solving malicious murders, suspicious suicides, and all other manner of grisly whodunnits -- after all, nobody knows whodunnit like he who got done.
At a young age, Olive Snook realized that the quickest way to get what you want is to go out and get it yourself, and as a grown woman, this has not changed. Unfortunately, what she wants is the heart of her employer, the Pie Maker, whose heart in turn belongs to one alive-again childhood sweetheart-whom Olive believes has merely faked her own death. Still, Olive greets this challenge as she does any other: with a smile, a lot of perky determination, and very little concept of personal space. At times a bit self-centered, petty, and more aggressive-aggressive than passive-aggressive, Olive is still an honestly caring person, who strives to make customers feel welcomed and comfortable via oppressive cheerfulness. Quick-witted and babbly, Olive is a fast friend and a confident confidant-whose fast, confident chatter can leave people feeling a little bowled over.
Sample:
Well, hello hello and welcome to the Mess Hall, as in: "Mess... your..." hm, you know, I'm completely drawing a blank for a clever slogan. It's a hall! It's messy! What do you want! Actually, forget want-do you know what you need? A calendar! Pretty late in the year for a Halloween costume, I'm sorry to say. No, wait, don't tell me: it's not a costume for Halloween, it's that you're faking your own death. Ha! I knew it; I have experience with this. No, not with faking death. With fakers! Well, alright, your version might be a little bit more dramatic, with the green skin and the missing eye and the yucky smell. Taking this whole thing pretty seriously, aren't you? You know, have you ever stopped to think about who you're hurting with a stunt like this? People are going to miss you! Just what about your life is so gosh-darn bad that you need to go and fake your own death, huh? You know what you need? Somebody to listen to you-a friendly ear. Or, hah, any ear at all, right? Since you've gone and chopped yours off, looks like.
Anyway anyway anyway, here I am: Your Besty-Best Friend Olive, here to listen to your life story. Lay it on me! Wha-whaaaa what are you doing? Okay, I know you're going for a Biblical risen-from-the-dead thing here, but "laying it on me" and a religious laying of hands upon me are two entirely different things, mister grabby, and you need to learn the difference-get thee to a nunnery! They'll learn you right out of those bad habits. Geez...Can we try again? I know: we just met, but come on... open up a little! Just gimme a big ol' grin and bare it! ...Oh. Oh! Ewww ewwy ew, bare your soul, your soul, not-not it, geez, put that away. Really, that was just completely unnecessary. This is an eating establishment and that is so unsanitary! Do you want to know what I said to myself, just a second ago, before you did that? I said to myself, "Self," I said, "He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman" and then you go and let me down by being a total creeper!
I have just about had it with you. Pretty much the only thing that would make me interested in hearing the rest of this story would be if there was some sort of adventurey, intriguey mystery afoot. -Weh-heeeeellll, why didn't you say you were framing someone for your murder? Oh, I can tell a scheme like that's not exactly on the up-and-up, but if you let me in on it I promise we can keep it on the down-low. So, who's the sap-A skeeze? A creep? A skeeze of a creep? Well don't you worry your ugly little head: we'll make sure he gets his just desserts! You know what we need? A note. You know, like a diary entry. Something that lays out your very real-and-sincere fear for your life, and who you suspect is trying to do you in. I'm thinking: "Dear Still-Alive Journal..." Yes! That's it. Alright, while you sit right here and write your last will and testimony, I need to go see a man about a hearse!
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Source: Pushing Daisies
Age: Late twenties, early thirties.
Job: Mess Hall Waitstaff -- Server of justice and pie.
Canon: When he was 9 years, 27 weeks, 6 days, and 3 minutes old the boy named Ned discovered he had the rather remarkable power to wake the dead, simply by touching them. It was sometime shortly thereafter that he realized that if he failed to touch them a second time-and thus, return them to the realm of the dead-within 60 seconds, someone else would have to die, and take their place. In light of this dark discovery, young Ned vowed to never bring anyone back to stay again-that was, until he was 29 years 5 months 21 days 14 hours and 26 minutes old, when the opportunity to revive his childhood sweetheart, tragically murdered a short time before, arose. A pie-maker by trade, the now-grown Ned uses his power to assist a local Private Investigator in solving malicious murders, suspicious suicides, and all other manner of grisly whodunnits -- after all, nobody knows whodunnit like he who got done.
At a young age, Olive Snook realized that the quickest way to get what you want is to go out and get it yourself, and as a grown woman, this has not changed. Unfortunately, what she wants is the heart of her employer, the Pie Maker, whose heart in turn belongs to one alive-again childhood sweetheart-whom Olive believes has merely faked her own death. Still, Olive greets this challenge as she does any other: with a smile, a lot of perky determination, and very little concept of personal space. At times a bit self-centered, petty, and more aggressive-aggressive than passive-aggressive, Olive is still an honestly caring person, who strives to make customers feel welcomed and comfortable via oppressive cheerfulness. Quick-witted and babbly, Olive is a fast friend and a confident confidant-whose fast, confident chatter can leave people feeling a little bowled over.
Sample:
Well, hello hello and welcome to the Mess Hall, as in: "Mess... your..." hm, you know, I'm completely drawing a blank for a clever slogan. It's a hall! It's messy! What do you want! Actually, forget want-do you know what you need? A calendar! Pretty late in the year for a Halloween costume, I'm sorry to say. No, wait, don't tell me: it's not a costume for Halloween, it's that you're faking your own death. Ha! I knew it; I have experience with this. No, not with faking death. With fakers! Well, alright, your version might be a little bit more dramatic, with the green skin and the missing eye and the yucky smell. Taking this whole thing pretty seriously, aren't you? You know, have you ever stopped to think about who you're hurting with a stunt like this? People are going to miss you! Just what about your life is so gosh-darn bad that you need to go and fake your own death, huh? You know what you need? Somebody to listen to you-a friendly ear. Or, hah, any ear at all, right? Since you've gone and chopped yours off, looks like.
Anyway anyway anyway, here I am: Your Besty-Best Friend Olive, here to listen to your life story. Lay it on me! Wha-whaaaa what are you doing? Okay, I know you're going for a Biblical risen-from-the-dead thing here, but "laying it on me" and a religious laying of hands upon me are two entirely different things, mister grabby, and you need to learn the difference-get thee to a nunnery! They'll learn you right out of those bad habits. Geez...Can we try again? I know: we just met, but come on... open up a little! Just gimme a big ol' grin and bare it! ...Oh. Oh! Ewww ewwy ew, bare your soul, your soul, not-not it, geez, put that away. Really, that was just completely unnecessary. This is an eating establishment and that is so unsanitary! Do you want to know what I said to myself, just a second ago, before you did that? I said to myself, "Self," I said, "He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman" and then you go and let me down by being a total creeper!
I have just about had it with you. Pretty much the only thing that would make me interested in hearing the rest of this story would be if there was some sort of adventurey, intriguey mystery afoot. -Weh-heeeeellll, why didn't you say you were framing someone for your murder? Oh, I can tell a scheme like that's not exactly on the up-and-up, but if you let me in on it I promise we can keep it on the down-low. So, who's the sap-A skeeze? A creep? A skeeze of a creep? Well don't you worry your ugly little head: we'll make sure he gets his just desserts! You know what we need? A note. You know, like a diary entry. Something that lays out your very real-and-sincere fear for your life, and who you suspect is trying to do you in. I'm thinking: "Dear Still-Alive Journal..." Yes! That's it. Alright, while you sit right here and write your last will and testimony, I need to go see a man about a hearse!
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