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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 11, 2009 17:36:38 GMT 1
"I'll take as much as i can carry i think that is reasonable don't you think. I'm sure that that will not attract to much attention surly. Yes lets enter and get out of hear."
Marian nodded, agreeing. If large amounts of food left the castle, the servants would have the blame put on them, which would be unfair. After all, this is partly her fault as well and she didn't want them being punished for something she partly did.
"Marian you have been holding out on me"
Marian laughed, following him in. She would help him for a moment but she really did have to watch out. At least she could warn Much if anyone was coming and she'd be able to come up with a reason as to why she was there.
"We have to hurry, Much. Take enough, what you can carry. I can take something if you like, I can help you take it to camp."
Part of her really wanted to help, but then a small part of her was just wanting to see Robin. Not that she would admit to it.
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Post by Much on Apr 13, 2009 20:37:23 GMT 1
"We have to hurry, Much. Take enough, what you can carry. I can take something if you like, I can help you take it to camp."
Much nodded as he slyly pushed a slice of strong smelling cheese in to his mouth his eyes widened with delight at the taste. It seemed like an age since he had the delight in tasting such delicacies and the joy was enough to make him squeal in delight, today he managed to control himself. If he could he planned to keep a small amount of the fine cheese for himself.
“Mmm yes please” he said between gulps as he moved away from the bread and cheese and proceeded to look for meat and fish. There wasn’t a lot of fish which Much wasn’t about to complain about. As much as he loved cooking and eating he could not stand the smell of fish. The smell lingered for hours after cooking and it looked like something you would feed to a cat, it was something you would feed to a cat. Every thing about it made him nauseous. With a disgusted look he pulled over what little fish there was and plopped a couple of hand fulls in to an empty sack he had found on the counter top. Once he was completely satisfied that he had taken as much as he could possibly carry he tore himself away from the food and headed for the door.
“Any ideas on getting out? I hadn’t thought about it that’s Robins job and he’s not hear, well obviously he’s not here how stupid of me. I would rather it was not the Garderobe…”
(ooc: Garderobe is the name of a medieval toilet )
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 14, 2009 0:02:53 GMT 1
Marian rolled her eyes as she watched him try a small piece of cheese. Though she had to admire him, he did not focus on feeding himself and he was quick to fill an empty sack with enough food for people. It just showed how much he had grown, especially since the Holy Land. Yes he had always cared for others but never this much.
She began to fill a sack for herself, loading it with as much as she could carry. She was lucky she had trained well and could lift rather heavy things, although she could not carry too much.
“Any ideas on getting out? I hadn’t thought about it that’s Robins job and he’s not hear, well obviously he’s not here how stupid of me. I would rather it was not the Garderobe…”
Marian thought for a moment. She had certainly not thought of an escape route, and she agreed that she did not wish to leave the way Much had brought up.
"The south gate? If we're quick and quiet we should be able to get out that way, it is rarely guarded."
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Post by Much on Apr 15, 2009 14:14:05 GMT 1
"The south gate? If we're quick and quiet we should be able to get out that way, it is rarely guarded."
That was so obvious why had he not thought of that! Much turned his head to her and hastily nodded before bustling through the door and along the dimly lit corridor. The far off voices of the guards "Avery" and "Anonymous" could be heard now speaking with hits of anger in there voices. The conversation must have turned sour obviously Avery didn't believe Anon's story.
"There do not sound like nice people" Much said more to himself than to Marian."Which way now left or right or up",he said confused at seeing a ladder on the right hand side wall leading to a hatch in the ceiling. What on earth was that? He had never seen anything quite like it. It of course could not be an Attic seeing as they where on the ground floor. How odd thought Much utterly baffled by the concept.
"Whats up there?"
His curiosity was getting the better of him as he lowered the food to the floor and placed one had and foot on the ladder. Surely one little peek couldn't hurt. There might be jewels or riches held up there that would do wonders in the villages and how could Much turn down an opportunity like that? Yes he was making excuses so he could satisfy his urge but still his point wasn't invalid.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 16, 2009 21:24:42 GMT 1
"There do not sound like nice people"
Marian raised her eyebrows at Much's quiet comment, wondering exactly why he felt the need to point out the obvious to her. She knew the guards were awful, had to experience them every day, and she knew very well that they were not nice people.
"Which way now left or right or up",
Frowning, she looked up when he mentioned exiting upwards. A ladder? She was sure there was never a ladder just sitting out when she was last in the kitchen. Taking a few steps forward, she battled with the idea of going up the ladder and looking herself. The temptation wasn't helped when Much asked her what exactly was up the ladder.
"I have no idea," she said truthfully.
Next thing she knew, Much was making his way up the ladder. She felt a moment of panic surge through her as he made his way up. Anything could be up there, they could end up in trouble.
"Much! Much what do you think you're doing?"
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Post by Much on Apr 21, 2009 16:47:33 GMT 1
Much reluctantly removed his hand and foot from the ladder, maybe some other time when there was little less danger and a little more time. Robin’s voice suddenly came to mind, Curiosity killed the cat, he said. Much hadn’t understood what Robin had meant by it but then Much never did understand sayings. Sayings where very high on Much’s list of pet hates and if Much was cruel and sadistic like the sheriff he would happily kill any one and everyone who invented a saying. Sayings where confusing little lines that where just a confusing way of saying what you really meant, they where pointless and made no sense irritating the hell out of Much when ever he heard one.
"Yes, eh nothing you are right let’s get out of here".
Placing his hand that had previously been on the ladder back on the handle of his sward Much plodded cautiously forward. Due to the dark windowless walls and corridors there was no real way of telling what time of day it was in the castle. How long had much actually been on the premises? For him it felt like hours had passed since he came up with the foolish plan to steal from the castle kitchen all on his own. In reality only 45 minuets had passed and the town square was in pretty much the same state as when he had left it.
It only took them a few dark gloomy halls till they came to a long corridor with a bright blinding light at the end. The way leading out in to the south court yard and there escape route. Much’s spirits instantly rose at the site and he turned abruptly to grin wildly at Marian. Once in the court yard which was empty apart from an elderly man sweeping slowly, Much raced over the a large oak door that was locked shut by a overly large rusty lock.
“Well that’s just great isn’t it” Much exclaimed throwing his hand up in defeat “can you do that fancy trick you girls can do with a hair pin? I would run at the door, brake it down but that is more Little Johns area of expertise”.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 22, 2009 21:03:06 GMT 1
Marian was glad she was used to carrying heavy bags from her time as the Nighwatchman, which had been unfortunately halted recently with her being kept in the castle. She felt exceptionally excited that she had the chance to help in some way, being able to get food to some of the villages.
Eventually after walking for what felt like hours with the weight she was carrying, Much turned and grinned to her, and she realised that they were near their escape. Marian ignored the fleeting annoyance that she would have to return, for now she could get out and at least help take the food to the camp. She tried not to think too much on the fact that camp meant Robin, as that made her want to rush and she knew that if they rushed, they would be at more of a danger of being caught than if they moved quietly and slowly.
“Well that’s just great isn’t it. Can you do that fancy trick you girls can do with a hair pin? I would run at the door, brake it down but that is more Little Johns area of expertise”.
Marian laughed a little at the imagine of Much trying to break down a door that was in her head. After all, she never expected such things from Much, but she did not think that as an insult. It was just not a very Much like thing to do. Dropping her bag, to the floor carefully, she reached up to pull one of her hair pins out of her hair. She had only done this once or twice and she really hoped it would work this time.
Eventually, it did, and she heard the click of the lock opening.
"I'll check first, I do not want you going out there and risk being caught. I will come back for you if it's safe."
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Post by Much on Apr 23, 2009 21:52:05 GMT 1
Much grinned as he watched her unlock the lock with her hair pin. Why couldn’t he by useful like that? Maybe if he did have some hidden talent people wouldn’t get so angry and annoyed at him. What more could he do for hem he did all there cooking there cleaning keeping there fire hot, Much did every thing yet they still did not appreciate him.
“Nice” he said rubbing his hand together eagerly glad he had not had to do any door smashing. A large bruise running down one side of his body would not be welcome in his line of work which involved a lot of running and fighting.
I'll check first, I do not want you going out there and risk being caught. I will come back for you if it's safe."
”Is that wise? Yes perhaps you’re right I will wait here and keep a look out.”
Much pulled out his sward with his one free hand and watched the court yard intently forcing himself not to get distracted. Much was far too easily distracted which got him in far too much trouble and with no one to protect them trouble was not desired. After a few long minuets of waiting Much got to restless and anxious and peered round the door way his eyes darting around trying to locate Marian.
“Marian …. Marian”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Apr 30, 2009 23:03:40 GMT 1
”Is that wise? Yes perhaps you’re right I will wait here and keep a look out.”
Marian stepped out after Much agreed, readying herself for any movement. She did not mind if she was caught, she could make up any excuse, but she did not want Much in trouble. And if she was caught, she would manage to get Much some time to run off.
She took a few steps forward, looking around. It seemed quiet, nothing was moving. It was strange, she had expected to come across a problem at some point but it appeared that they were lucky this time round.
“Marian …. Marian”
Marian turned as she heard Much saying her name, knowing he was an instant worrier. He always had been, and she knew he did not think when he was worried and did not want him to rush out and draw attention to himself. Quickly walking back to him, she motioned to him to walk.
"Quietly now, I see no one but we do not want to be loud and be found out."
Picking up her bag, she waited for him to be ready before starting to walk to across the empty area towards the gate.
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Post by Much on May 5, 2009 13:47:18 GMT 1
Finally Marian returned and the inside of Much’s stomach settled. The gang really did not give Marian enough credit for what she did, if it wasn’t for Marian Much would have most likely been caught and forced to under go terrible tortures. For now on he was definitely going to give her more praise.
Carefully he stepped round the door but of course Much being Much he stumbled and the back of his shield clanged loudly on the stone wall. Much jumped round in shock causing his sward to clang loudly against the same patch of rock. Ruefully he turned and gave Marian an apologetic smile and crept hurriedly after her.
“Are you coming back to the camp?” Much whispered hopefully behind Marian.
The food bag was beginning to weight him down and the thought of resting in camp became very inviting. Tonight he would sleep like a baby despite the loud snoring from little john.
“You can stay for dinner, I’ll make you my famous broth” He said eagerly,” It may not be the rich menu you’re used to in the castle but it good none the less.”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on May 10, 2009 0:35:43 GMT 1
Marian jumped at the clatter begind her, turning to glare slightly at him. If he was not quiet, everything would be ruined and they'd be found...and hanged. Adjusting the bag on her shoulders, she was relieved when it was obvious that they did not have far to walk until they would definitly be safe.
“Are you coming back to the camp?”
Marian was not too sure, after all it was late and if she stayed too long she would have to explain to her father. Plus, the castle may be harder to sneak into at night. But then she heard the hopeful tone in his voice, and she realised she would not be able to say no.
“You can stay for dinner, I’ll make you my famous broth. It may not be the rich menu you’re used to in the castle but it good none the less.”
Marian smiled, turning to look at him over her shoulder.
"I'm sure it will be fine Much."
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