Anya Lahey
Outlaw
The Distraction
"Like ooeth"
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Post by Anya Lahey on Apr 2, 2009 16:17:53 GMT 1
“I am not eating that”.
It was mid afternoon in the outlaw’s camp and thanks to the dreary damp weather most of them had decided to stay in the shelter of the camp. At first Anya had been relived, glad that she could catch her breath and relax for one day but that was until the boredom set in. On a rainy day living on the forest isn’t to much fun unless you want to get drenched in spring rain then you are confined to one small stuffy place. Anya slept in that day for the first time as far as she could remember and when she awoke she felt weaker than when she had gone to sleep, she guessed that what too much sleep did to a person. The beginning of her afternoon was spent helping Much mend clothes and learn how to make an arrow which she now decided was not her greatest skill, far to fiddly.
Now they had moved on to cooking to see if this would be Anyas calling. It was not, what a surprise her impatience and lack of interest got in the way of her completing a task once again. She had started off chopping some vegetables but instead of just cutting them in to equal sized pieces she had rushed it and they where all different sizes and just looked ridicules. Now she had been moved on to just stirring the simmering pot Much did all the work.
“Why’s it that colour it looks horrid” Anya said amused as she stirred the lumpy liquid unevenly,”Carrots are orange but in this they look a mouldy greyish brown and what’s this”.
With the wooden ladle she held in her left hand she spooned up an object that looked like it could have once been chicken but was now a stringy disgusting looking mound. See if Much was trying to feed them rat or squirrel she would kill him, yes she lived in the forest and slept in a filthy camp that smelled of men but she was not an animal and she refused to eat vermin. After spending almost 4 weeks with the gang Anya was sure that Much had fed her Rat or squirrel on 5 separate occasions, most of the time she had let it pass far to hungry and tired for a confrontation but today she was bored and terrorising Much was sure to be entertaining.
“Squirrel?”
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Post by roryna on Apr 2, 2009 23:55:29 GMT 1
Allan let out a yawn as he slowly began to stir on his make-shift bed. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he took his time to take a quick glance around the camp. From the feeble light filtering through the leaves he was quite sure that the major part of the afternoon had passed by... meaning that he had overslept once again.
"Oh well," he thought to himself "It's not like there was anything better to do."
Surprisingly enough, this time nobody would have contradicted him -besides Much maybe- because, due to the damp weather, they had all given in to rest for the afternoon.
Eventually standing up, not before stirring once again, the unexpected but well known noise coming from his stomach revealed the true reason of his awake.
It wasn't for having reached enough sleep for the day, it was definitely hunger.
So, with weary steps, he moved from the 'beds zone' and walked over to where Anya stood before the fire, apparently engaged in her cooking.
A grin curved his lips as he noticed that the girl was stirring something inside a pot... perfect timing.
"Evening," he greeted her, peering over her shoulder as she lifted the wooden spoon and observed its dull looking contents.
Both their expressions immediately turned into a grimace.
"Oh no, not again?" Allan complained, they both immediately turning into Much's direction.
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Post by Much on Apr 3, 2009 0:51:59 GMT 1
Much needed a new vegetable knife. At the moment he was using a knife that was better used for cutting through rope or sharpening arrows no at all suited to vegetable cutting. He cursed silently as he almost cut his thumb while attempting to fix the madly cut carrots Anya had just chopped. Really that girl’s brain was more scattered than his own to the point that she couldn’t cut a simple vegetable with out being distracted and ruining it. Cooking was obviously not her thing.
“What have you done” He moaned as he stared down ad the oddly cut pieces “Anya all you had to do was chop them evenly! How could you not have done that? Ok leave the vegetables to me you take this and just stir.”
He pushed the ladle in to her hand and took her place by the warn chopping board. He thought that maybe he had been to harsh on Anya she was trying to help out she was just so absent minded that most the time she just made things worse. It didn’t bother Much to much in truth he liked to play the teacher and Anya took a lot of teaching.
“I find adding a song in to the mix gives you a perfectly relaxing task with a nice reward at the end” he said cheerfully but refrained from bursting in to song. A song now would not go down to well in the camp when there was no way for them to get away from his poor singing voice. His urge suddenly disappeared.
“Squirrel! You think…you think I would feed you squirrel” he gasped placing the knife down on the work bench and placing his hand on his hips. Much almost got a fright as Alan appeared by Anya side, he had been asleep most the day causing Much to almost forget about him. His light hearted mood dropped at the look on Anyas face and Alan’s comment.
“What is that supposed to mean, not again?”
So this is what he got for cooking there meals every day! What did they do in the camp but sleep and eat the food he went out and caught prepared and cooked. It was Much the kept the warm and fed, Much who made sure there was blankets in there bed and this is how they repaid him. It was like a slap in the face.
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Anya Lahey
Outlaw
The Distraction
"Like ooeth"
Posts: 81
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Post by Anya Lahey on Apr 3, 2009 16:05:18 GMT 1
"Squirrel ! You think…you think I would feed you squirrel”
Now come one, she thought, Much must have got this a thousand times yet he still sounded surprised. Anya placed the strange lump back in to the thick soup and continued to stir absentmindedly. The loud pitter patter of rain was distracting and she suddenly had a strong urge to go swimming. It had been a long while since Anya and Annabelle had gone swimming, there never seemed to be time any more.
"Rat then?" Anya teased.
Like Much Anya jumped a little in her skin at Alan's appearance. She said a distant good morning, forgetting that it was now afternoon and continued to play around the the lump on the soup. Anya knew that would irritate Much and she felt bad for winding him up but she needed some form of entertainment.
"Do we have any bread?" she said letting go of the ladle at last and glancing round the makeshift kitchen. As hungry as Anya was she had lost part of her appetite at the site of the mysterious objects in Much's broth. She felt bad that he had put so much effort in to the meal but she was going to have to refuse to be the first person to try it. If Alan or one of the others tried it first and found that it was edible then maybe she would but not before.
"Oh no, not again?"
Anya had to hold back a laugh at the look on Muchs face. If Much did not have comical face and personality then she might have felt sorry for him.
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Post by roryna on Apr 13, 2009 23:53:04 GMT 1
“What is that supposed to mean, not again?”
Allan couldn't help but roll his eyes at Much's outraged expression... as if this was the first time they were having this conversation.
...Or also the first time he had tried to make a squirrel pass for a chicken, for that matter.
"Well mate, it means that this doesn't look very inviting at all." He pointed out while lifting both eyebrows.
The outlaw caught glimpse of a flash of amusement on Anya's face as Much stared in shock at the both of them, apparently lost for words.
"Anyway," Allan let out a weary sigh as he noticed Anya wrinkling her nose as she stirred the strange looking soup "I suppose I'll be a gentleman and try it out first, alright?" He playfully winked in her direction.
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Post by eclipse on Apr 14, 2009 20:05:37 GMT 1
Will moved at a steady pace through the forest, light sprinkling of spring rain fell upon his tousled mahogany hair, nothing heavy, but enough to annoy you, had Will been one who was easily annoyed. He was meerly thinking as he walked, thinking about the recent turn of events, nothing more.
Will had awoke to a pale light shining in his face, getting up and shaking himself more awake, he'd noticed that he was the first to rise, and also, that there was a light rainfall in the forest. Everybody knew what this meant, a day of boredom. When it rained, there was no point making plans to uproot the Sherriff or help the poor, becuase the weather would always get in the way. That was when Will had decided to go for a walk, a long one at that. He was a thoughfull person, one that liked to take a step back to look at a situation before acting, so he was usually found, on peacful days, practising swordswork, or archery, or creating something new, or reading or walking, and sometimes just sitting and thinking.
He followed the familiar winding path back to the camp, the rain was picking up speed, and a dismall wind was now blowing the glistening droplets toward him rather than away. He'd taken nothing but his cloak, and even now the rain was soaking him. He hurried up into the kitchen area of the camp, and pushed down his hood.
His sky blue eyes took in each face that surrounded a bubbling pot, Much, Anya and Allan. Will wondered where everybody else was, Robin mainly. Prehaps he was taking some time out to relax, as Will had done, who knew. Will felt a slow, amused smile play on his lips as he saw and heard the scene before him. It seemed that there was complaints about what Much was cooking...again. Will didn't complain, he just ate what he was given, to be honest, Much did a great job.
"Don't worry, Much, if they annoy you, you can always slip them a little something tomorrow." Will grinned playfully. He wasn't usually one to jibe, but he couldn't resist.
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Post by Much on Apr 16, 2009 23:32:23 GMT 1
Much scowled once at Anya and Allan before snatching the wooden ladle from Allen's hand. The thick liquid inside the battered pot simmered quietly letting off a subtle but delicious smell, which was enough to entice any one even if it did look so foul. The pot in which it simmered was battered and and scrapped after being lugged around the forest before Will had constructed a permanent camp. He had attained it from the Honeychurchs spring cleaning rubbish a few month after they took to the forest, and so far it had survived.
"Anya if you don't like it don't eat it but i think you'll find that this is a premium broth" He said spooning up a small portion and sipping cautiously at at it. pleased with his creation he nodded his face the picture of satisfaction and terned to give Anya and Allen a smug grin."Fit for king Richard himself."
The camp had few bowls and plates but thankfully they did have enough deep wooden cups to serve the broth. Much hastily , no longer able to control his hunger, began to spoon ladle after ladle full of the broth in to each cup. He passed one to Anya Allen and then to Will giving him a thankful smile as he did. All this brother needed was a good chunk of bread to dip in and sock up its juices but Robin had "kindly" given all the bread to the villagers of Clun leaving the camp utterly bread less. Much eagerly lifted his cup to them with a nod and sipped at his broth.
"And if thats not good enough for you Anya I don't know whats is."
With his insides quickly warming thanks to the warmth of his soup Much decided he did not care whether Anya and Allan enjoyed his concoction. He was going to be resting tonight well fed and warm thanks to his broth and Anya would not have that comfort. Then there was a crack of thunder over head and his spirits took a sudden nose dive, maybe not so warm then.
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