#goodbye olivia

[lindsaythelarrie]

We will never have to see her face again. She can go back to obscurity trying to beg for cut rate movie opportunities.

Guys, Gals, and Theys - the long 2 year Holivia nightmare is over! Just think how ecstatic our boy is tonight.

[queennick4l-blog]

What the fuck happens after death.. What are you doing, now that you're not with us?

in loving memory of sugarinjection

[gaydelgard]

time to run away, start a new life somewhere

[dansaorivie-blog]

im going

to take a nap

[olivia-callaghan-blog]

Goodbye Olivia.

“Hey Erik, it’s me, um. Just wanted to remind you that you have the girl’s this weekend. I’ll see you at the usual time this Friday? I have to head into the museum today to do some things…not that you really needed to know that…I uh. I’ll just see you later. Bye.”

Pity, really, how easily people are paid off. Whether out of fear or obligation, the driver was in on this untimely endeavor. As Olivia got back into the car he drove at a rather unusually quickened pace. She begged him to slow down but he did no such thing, in fact he headed in the opposite direction of town from where she needed to be. Soon, they parked, he got out from the vehicle leaving a bewildered and rather frightened former-mayor’s wife behind.

The French were never one for bombs, however in this instance it seemed appropriate if only to keep their hands clean; this sinister act would look far less French-and more Irish, they did love their bombs.

And just like that, as Olivia struggled to free herself, the doors sealed shut, there was no escape, within seconds the car was flying into the air in flames, BOOM! The ashes fluttered to the ground, the culprits responsible nowhere to be found, simply burning rust and gasoline……

Olivia’s eyes widened.

The doors finally unlocking about her enabling her to step into the open. For a moment she sat there,  bewildered, quite a distance away from the disruptive and rather puzzling scenery, she stepped out from the car, stumbling to her feet as her eyes watered.

That bomb was meant for her.

Taking in deepened, steady breaths her eyes looked about rapidly, searching for answers. Why was she brought here? Why was she pushed to see such a horrific event. There had been someone in that car, someone’s body…someone loved, someone who had a family most likely…someone.

Suddenly the shuffling of feet met her ears, she perked and glanced about her shoulder, practically falling to her knees when she saw him. Gasping she darted into his arms as they opened and he drew her into him.

“Daddy?” She whimpered. This was all too confusing, puzzling indeed to say the very least. “What—what’s happened?” She pushed from him, staring him down, nodding to the flames as ashes rained free from the sky. Brow tightly knit together as he pulled her closer to his own choice ride, she swallowed hard awaiting his response.

“I made a deal, with the French.” Those were his first few choice words, shocking to say the least.

“You did….what?” Her eyes already glazed over became a dewy mess as the tears slithered down her cheeks. “What did you do?!” She practically screamed, gripping him at his shoulders, everything happening so suddenly, as quick as lightening, yet as threatening and terrifying as the rumble of an angry storm’s thunder.

From the corner of her eye she noticed some unfamiliar classically clothed men, in suits. Her gaze faltering about she took in her surroundings attempting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“It had to be done, Darling. It had to be.” Her father insisted. But what? What?! What did he just do? Did he fake her death?

“Listen to the man,” An all too familiar voice perked from the group of suits. Turning about on her heel she took in a deepened breath with the utter realization that the mob was indeed present. Nicolas St. Clair stepped out from the bunch, a snide smirk upon his lips.

“I don’t understand,” Olivia meekly responded.

“Your father has graciously spared your life. You are now to leave town, never to return, Olivia. As far as anyone knows, you’re dead.” Nicolas spoke so abruptly, matter of fact. Far too quickly for Olivia’s wandering mind to make sense of it all. Batting her lashes, a few more tears streaming down her eyes she angrily meets her fathers angst-filled eyes.

“You made a deal with him?” Her stomach churned, she leered at her father in disgust. “You made a deal with the devil?” She spat. And all her father could do was stand there, within his shame.

“He had no choice. Don’t you understand? If he hadn’t come forward and begged, you would have very well been the woman inside of that car, make no mistake, Olivia Callaghan…Oh my apologies. Flynn. You came into this world with Erik, now you are walking out, without him and he without you. Not that it would have made much of a difference.” Olivia opened her lips to speak but Nicolas held up his hand, his eyes warning her to be smart. “With Norah and yourself gone, he will suffer greatly, indeed, for stepping away from our deal. I do not take these things lightly, Miss Flynn. I own you. You will do as I say. So long as you keep the end of the bargain your girls and your family remain safe, but if you so much as step out of bounds, so help me, your life will not be the only one on the line. I will not hesitate to have them killed. Your little girls. Trust me on that. I wouldn’t test these waters, you know the shark that I am, I will gladly bloody them at any moment’s notice. You are to leave Launceston only to return when I see fit. If ever at all. For now? Let him rot in his shame. We’ve already packed your belongings. From here on out, Olivia? You no longer exist. You are a shadow.”

With that, her father very quietly, gently took hold of her hand and pulled her to his side. Gazing about, she knew she had no choice, there was no use arguing, no use shouting about it, no use. She didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye. Her lower lip quivered as she relented, sauntering along with Mr. Flynn at her side.

She would be taken to a safe house in France. Somewhere Nicolas could keep an eye on her. She was not given the destination, merely handed a pile of papers. It was her brand new identity. He had it all sorted out, it was as if Olivia truly did not exist.

Addison Grayson, however, did.

As the car zoomed past the scene of the crime, Olivia sunk within her chair trying so terribly to stop herself from sobbing. She clutched to the necklace around her neck, the one that her two adorable little girls made for her. Nibbling her lower lip whilst it still quivered partially she eyed the city as it swiftly passed by.

Goodbye Launceston. Goodbye Olivia.

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OOC: After much deliberation and plotting. Liz, Danny and I have come up with this.

And you will just have to wait and see how it plays out. Yes "Olivia" is back. (Thank you Kate!)

[particlesandillusions]

I'm pretty sure i've been emotionally damaged for 5 years now

But that last episode crunched me to bits.

SOMEONE GET ME A TISSUE

[olivia-callaghan-blog]

Goodbye, Olivia.

First off, I just want to say it has been an honor portraying such a lovely character, so well written by miss Kate. She was the character I first entered into that introduced me to the world of Launceston. Thank you for the opportunity to bring her to life. Sincerely.

Oh and I know originally (Kate) we said she would be shot but I kept thinking that if they weren't careful the gun could be traced back, so I thought...this might be easier? Forgive me if I am wrong in this thought it was just easier for me to write I suppose. Again, thank you again for the opportunity.

Through the hustle and bustle of the city that morning, Olivia couldn't believe that she had awoken late. Late? Olivia had never been late for anything in her life. She was a punctual being, always early if she could be. Unfortunately today would be one of those days that didn't take off with a good start, little did she realize, it would end a lot worse. Through the blinds of her apartment sat a car across the way, binoculars practically permanently plastered to his fingertips a spy watched her every movement. From one end of the room to the next as she prepared herself for the day, hoping, only praying she would get the kids to school on time she darted across the room, tossing on the first presentable outfit she could find.

Rushing them out the door, a driver awaiting their journey, she was able to get them to their class just in time, escorting them inside, giving them the usual kisses and hugs before bidding them adieu and heading on her way to the museum.

She picked up her cell phone and left a quick message to her ex-husband, just a simple reminder that the girls were his this weekend. "Hey Erik, it's me, um. Just wanted to remind you that you have the girl's this weekend. I'll see you at the usual time this Friday? I have to head into the museum today to do some things...not that you really needed to know that...I uh. I'll just see you later. Bye." *Click*

Pity, really, how easily people are paid off. Whether out of fear or obligation, the driver was in on this untimely endeavor. As Olivia got back into the car he drove at a rather unusually quickened pace. She begged him to slow down but he did no such thing, in fact he headed in the opposite direction of town from where she needed to be. Soon, they parked, he got out from the vehicle leaving a bewildered and rather frightened former-mayor's wife behind.

The French were never one for bombs, however in this instance it seemed appropriate if only to keep their hands clean; this sinister act would look far less French-and more Irish, they did love their bombs.

And just like that, as Olivia struggled to free herself, the doors sealed shut, there was no escape, within seconds the car was flying into the air in flames, BOOM! The ashes fluttered to the ground, the culprits responsible nowhere to be found, simply burning rust and gasoline......

[feelmysunshine]

im drunk and my throat is singed and i'm tired goodnight.