The doorbell rang. David sighed nervously as Sarah jumped up to get it.
"Olga?" She squinted through the peephole.
"It be Olga!" A heavy German accent came from the hall.
"Okay. Hold on." Sarah fumbled with the lock. "Oh darnit. I hate these things..."
"No fear!! Olga is here! Stand back, my little friend!' Sarah moved away from the door, afraid of what might happen if she didn't.
A low growl was heard on the other side of the door. Then, with a crash, the door came down....Olga, had knocked it down by ramming her head into it.
Olga was about 6'3, with her hair in two blonde, messy braids. Her hand-me-down dress was a dark plaid, but 4 strips of different rags sewed to the bottom of the hem showed that the former owner had been much, much shorter.
"Olga, this is my brother David.David--Olga." Sarah motioned for David to stand up. He did, and reached out to shake Olga's hand. She picked him up in a giant hug.
"Hello David!! I be Olga!!"
"Can't---breathe!" David gasped to Sarah.
"Get used to it." Sarah muttered.
Olga put him down and smiled. David noticed more than a few teeth were missing.
"Okay, let's go then." David motioned to the door. Olga grabbed his hand and made a run for it....trailing David behind...
***
"So, uh, Olga, what do you like to do for fun?" David asked as they walked down Duane street.
"I am the 5 time world reigning champion for lifting."
"Oh." David nodded, "Lifting what?"
Olga shrugged, "Elephants."
David blinked hard, "Elephant lifter huh? Memo to me: Never trust Sarah again." He thought silently.
"Where are we going?" David realized they were nearing the Boarding House
"Oh, just a place to work out a little. You like to work out, yes?" Olga raised an eyebrow. Well actually, she only HAD one eyebrow so she raised half of her unibrow as best she could.
"Uh...sure, I guess."
***
"haHA! I win again!!" Olga set down the 300 pound weight she had been benchpressing. "Care to try for best out of 10, my feeble little friend?"
David shook his head furiously. "No no. That's perfectly fine." He said quickly, "You win. What next?" He stood up, brushing himself off. Aaah....his back killed.
"Javelin throwing!!" Olga shook the room as she ran towards the space reserved for javelins. A small wooden rack held different colors and lengths of javelins.
"Hmmmm." Olga thought about which one she wanted for a while. Just as she was about to pick one up, a huge crowd of people pushed in front of her. When the dust cleared, all the javelins were gone.
" *Cough* Geez, that's too bad Olga, " David waved the dust away from his face "Guess we'll just have to turn around and go--"
"DONT SAY HOME!! Olga has never given up a challenge! If I have no javelins, I shall use....hmmm..." Olga turned and slowly glanced at David. An evil grin formed over her face.
"Olga? Olga, don't look at me like that! HELP! MOMMY! JACK! ANYBODY!" Olga picked David up and as he sailed through the air over Manhattan, his screams could be heard all over.
"Holy Pagodas!!! Holy Irish Fisherman!! Caroline!!!" (A/N--Hey, I'm the author. If I want Dave to randomly scream my name while soaring above Manhattan in a way God never intended for him to, I can. Just cuz. :P )
He, coincidently, landed on a mattress on the roof of his tenement building.
"Oh God...I'm dead. This must be Heaven..." David whispered as the sunlight streamed into his eyes. Then a brunette girl named Sarah leaned over him.
" I see you went javelin throwing." Her face with its blank brown eyes came into focus.
David sighed. "Well if you're here, this can't be Heaven. It's DEFINITELY the *other* place."
Sarah pouted, "Shut up. So, how was your date?"
David sat up, "Does the fact that I came home via airmail give you a clue?" He rolled his eyes at her.
"Saw-REE! Dont get such an attitude. That's the last time I help *you*" Sarah
"Olga?" She squinted through the peephole.
"It be Olga!" A heavy German accent came from the hall.
"Okay. Hold on." Sarah fumbled with the lock. "Oh darnit. I hate these things..."
"No fear!! Olga is here! Stand back, my little friend!' Sarah moved away from the door, afraid of what might happen if she didn't.
A low growl was heard on the other side of the door. Then, with a crash, the door came down....Olga, had knocked it down by ramming her head into it.
Olga was about 6'3, with her hair in two blonde, messy braids. Her hand-me-down dress was a dark plaid, but 4 strips of different rags sewed to the bottom of the hem showed that the former owner had been much, much shorter.
"Olga, this is my brother David.David--Olga." Sarah motioned for David to stand up. He did, and reached out to shake Olga's hand. She picked him up in a giant hug.
"Hello David!! I be Olga!!"
"Can't---breathe!" David gasped to Sarah.
"Get used to it." Sarah muttered.
Olga put him down and smiled. David noticed more than a few teeth were missing.
"Okay, let's go then." David motioned to the door. Olga grabbed his hand and made a run for it....trailing David behind...
***
"So, uh, Olga, what do you like to do for fun?" David asked as they walked down Duane street.
"I am the 5 time world reigning champion for lifting."
"Oh." David nodded, "Lifting what?"
Olga shrugged, "Elephants."
David blinked hard, "Elephant lifter huh? Memo to me: Never trust Sarah again." He thought silently.
"Where are we going?" David realized they were nearing the Boarding House
"Oh, just a place to work out a little. You like to work out, yes?" Olga raised an eyebrow. Well actually, she only HAD one eyebrow so she raised half of her unibrow as best she could.
"Uh...sure, I guess."
***
"haHA! I win again!!" Olga set down the 300 pound weight she had been benchpressing. "Care to try for best out of 10, my feeble little friend?"
David shook his head furiously. "No no. That's perfectly fine." He said quickly, "You win. What next?" He stood up, brushing himself off. Aaah....his back killed.
"Javelin throwing!!" Olga shook the room as she ran towards the space reserved for javelins. A small wooden rack held different colors and lengths of javelins.
"Hmmmm." Olga thought about which one she wanted for a while. Just as she was about to pick one up, a huge crowd of people pushed in front of her. When the dust cleared, all the javelins were gone.
" *Cough* Geez, that's too bad Olga, " David waved the dust away from his face "Guess we'll just have to turn around and go--"
"DONT SAY HOME!! Olga has never given up a challenge! If I have no javelins, I shall use....hmmm..." Olga turned and slowly glanced at David. An evil grin formed over her face.
"Olga? Olga, don't look at me like that! HELP! MOMMY! JACK! ANYBODY!" Olga picked David up and as he sailed through the air over Manhattan, his screams could be heard all over.
"Holy Pagodas!!! Holy Irish Fisherman!! Caroline!!!" (A/N--Hey, I'm the author. If I want Dave to randomly scream my name while soaring above Manhattan in a way God never intended for him to, I can. Just cuz. :P )
He, coincidently, landed on a mattress on the roof of his tenement building.
"Oh God...I'm dead. This must be Heaven..." David whispered as the sunlight streamed into his eyes. Then a brunette girl named Sarah leaned over him.
" I see you went javelin throwing." Her face with its blank brown eyes came into focus.
David sighed. "Well if you're here, this can't be Heaven. It's DEFINITELY the *other* place."
Sarah pouted, "Shut up. So, how was your date?"
David sat up, "Does the fact that I came home via airmail give you a clue?" He rolled his eyes at her.
"Saw-REE! Dont get such an attitude. That's the last time I help *you*" Sarah