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Post by luke on Apr 9, 2009 17:19:22 GMT 1
Luke walked through the forest at a reasonable place, although he was sullenly kicking the dirt a little as he did so. Bored was all he could really describe his mood as, being as he had nothing to do in the day time. He’d tried getting a job, and succeeded at times by getting an offer, but in the end he just couldn’t go through with it. He was to be an outlaw, not just some butcher’s apprentice or the likes. He needed the money of course from getting a job, but he was managing by doing various errands for people around the town should they ever need something lifting. He couldn’t steal food anyway. The sheriff, although a monster and someone who he would love to see hung, but his methods of deterring people from crime were very effective indeed, it did have to be admitted.
The sun was out in full force, which was an added advantage for him. It was nice to walk around in warm weather, and being as he walked around in the forest nearly every day, he was especially grateful for the fact that the weather was being kind to him. The sole reason that he had come, and whilst he would not admit this to his brother or any of the outlaws really, was to try and persuade Robin again that he would make a good member of the team. Although his argument wasn’t very good as he didn’t have any skills apart from being relatively strong and able, he hoped that he would see his eagerness and sincerity as a good sign that he would make a good member and would be of some use.
As he approached the camp, or at least where he thought it was located, he stopped to sit down on an upturned tree stump for a while. Walking in the sun for around two hours was a tiring thing, and he wanted to get a bit of rest. Besides, it was only early and he would be able to get to the outlaw’s camp in no time. He presumed that they were there the whole time as well, which meant that he could go whenever he liked. Well, someone was there all the time anyway, and he hoped that it was anyone but that man servant. He seemed a little bit strange, not that he would admit it of course.
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Post by Much on Apr 9, 2009 20:35:00 GMT 1
It was warm for the first time in months and at last it seemed as though the cruel winter had finally past. The trouble was that though the cold icy winds had gone they had been replaced with frequent unpredictable showers that came and went with out warning. Due to the rain all of Muchs limited wardrobe was sopping wet and some had even begun to mold making him gag at the sight. This was just one of the down sides to living as an out law in the forest. Trees where meant to keep you covered and dry but no some how it got through the thick canopy of leaves drenching Much where ever he went.
It was the lack of things to wear that led to Much sitting on a fallen tree beside a small fire with some sack cloth and a needle and thread. Once upon a time Much actually quite enjoyed the act of sewing, it was relaxing and one had to put very little thought it to it leaving Muchs brain free to sing and talk rubbish. This hobby had been forced out when he had become an outlaw and there little group grew bigger and bigger. The others laughed and mocked him for his hobby and the products that came out of it.
"Ow!" he exclaimed as he drove the needle in to his thumb making a small hole that seemed to let out more blood than was natural which now stained the cloth. "Great, just great."
Much threw the cloth at his feet in an over dramatic huff and thrust his thumb in his mouth making him look like an over sized toddler. The taste of rusty blood made his body shiver and he almost gaged at the thought. Why could things not be simple? Why could he not at this very moment not be sitting by the warm fires of Bonchurch with Eve by him side singing him songs and pouring him rose petal baths. Why did he have to be sat in the middle of a godforsaken forest surrounded by vermin with his thumb in his mouth and leaves at his feet.
A noise ahead snapped him out of his thoughts and her head flew up like a deers did in the sound of danger. Please don't be trouble, he prayed silently not fancying a long run for his life. His wide eyes fell on the familiar face of Luke Scarlet the younger brother of his friend/colleague Will Scarlet. Although he was not going to be running for his life at the sight of young Luke it still meant trouble. Will would not be happy with his younger brother so close to them which put him in danger. Will would want him as far away from danger as was possible.
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Post by luke on Apr 9, 2009 23:08:47 GMT 1
A sudden sound from further up the forest made Luke’s head turn round languidly to see what it was, as he was merely expecting some stray animal who had decided that they would have a little stroll up nearer to him. Not that he expected animals to be automatically drawn to him of course, but then again he did have a pretty good relationship with most animals. Being as he was the carpenter’s son as opposed to that of a farmer, that was surprising, but then he seemed to get on with all living things in a way. Well, all living things apart from the sheriff and his men obviously. He wouldn’t want to get on well with him.
However, he was confronted with a sight that was far more... comical, than just a random deer or fox. For some reason, Much’s appearance never failed to make him chuckle a little on the few times he had ever seen him. Whilst he hadn’t wanted to see him specifically, he was beginning to change that line of thought. Even without his large thumb in his mouth, his appearance was still hilarious. It wasn’t that he was ugly of course, and the only reason Luke really found him funny looking was out of immaturity on his part, but then he was allowed to be that way since he was only sixteen.
Although, Much was actually someone if he thought carefully about it, a person who could be very beneficial to his plight of becoming an outlaw. He seemed to be one of the very closest to Robin, and he was sure that if he got on his good side then he would put in a good word for him. All he knew was that he needed to become one of Robin’s gang, and if he had to become friends with someone who was a little strange then that would just have to be done. Besides, he was sure that Much was a very nice person despite his obvious peculiarities. He didn’t seem like a nasty person at the very least, and his judgement was never usually completely wrong.
Walking over to where the man was sitting, he smiled as he did so, hoping that he would remember him as the brother of one of his friends, as opposed to just a random peasant boy wondering about the forest unattended. ‘’Hello. It’s Luke, remember?’’ he asked as soon as he got close enough to him, flashing another grin. ‘’I’m Will’s brother who stayed in your camp for a few nights that once.’’ The nights spent at the camp hadn’t happened very long ago, and whilst he doubted that he would have forgotten his face so quickly, one could never be sure.
Looking down at his thumb whilst he was closer, he noticed a few drops of blood worming its way down his skin. ‘’Did you need any help there? Not that I am a doctor or anything, but you know, I could hold a bandage or something.’’
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Post by Much on Apr 10, 2009 19:46:20 GMT 1
Much's cheeks which where already pink with annoyance at stabbing him self with his own needle now deepened in to a red as he watched Luke approach. He had been caught, red handed and red thumbed and as he was in plain sight there was no use in lieing about his reasons for being out here if asked. He thumb slowly retracted from his mouth and stung as the cool air it it. His other hand flew o it at once enclosing around it tightly.
’Hello. It’s Luke, remember?’
Of course he remembered him, did every one think Much was stupid, the answer was probably yes but Much came to the dissuasion the Luck was just being polite. Much was surprised that Luke remembered him, no one ever seemed to remembered him which annoyed Much and bubbled his Innocent temper. It was a sad fact but true with the other out laws being far more handsome than he girl would not see him and men would ignore him. If he where sitting in Boncurch right now he wouldn't be ignored. Those few days he had been there he hadn't been ignored and Much loved it, being center of attention even though it was under confusing and strange circumstances.
"Luke Scarlett,"he exclaimed with a polite smile" Of course I remember you".
Much had known the Scarlett's before he and Robin had gone off to fight in the holy land but that was 5 years ago when Luke was only 11 years old. It had been strange coming home and finding that Luke and Will had grown in to young men showing clearly that they really had been away for such a long time. Much pulled his sack cloth now covered in leaves back on to his lap embarrassed that he had been caught acting so child like. He shook his head before turning to examine his thumb his self. In the center of his thumb was a dark pin sized hole with blood already clotting around it.
"No, thank you I'm sure I will live" he tucked his hand under the sack cloth "What brings you out here Luke? Are you looking for Will? I'm sure he wouldn't be so happy to find you venturing so deep In to Sherwood."
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Post by luke on Apr 10, 2009 23:14:23 GMT 1
If Much would have asked if he was surprised that he remembered him, then he would have to admit that he kind of was. After all, whilst he was aware of him since before Robin went off to the Holy Land, he had never really spoken in any great detail to him, or his master, and even if he did know the Scarlett’s then he was only ever recalled as the youngest son, and very few people outside his family and their friends really took much notice of him. It wasn’t that he had a sad and unnoticeable life, it was just that he was unremarkable and average, not that that was a bad thing of course. It just meant that people didn’t really have to talk to him too much, and to be fair not many people enjoyed talking to children a great deal anyway. Well, at least it seemed that way to him at the very least.
‘’Thanks for like... you know, remembering my name. I guess you must have caught it while I stayed at the camp for a while’’ he replied politely, offering him a small smile. Whilst he had always seen him as rather strange, and his display with his thumb certainly proved that, he seemed alright really and actually pretty nice. Anyone who ever remembered him as Luke Scarlett as opposed to Will’s little brother or little Lukey was alright by him. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being called little and other babyish terms, not that he would admit it, but he supposed it was nice to be considered a person in his own right sometimes.
Sighing when his brother was mentioned and the fact he would be displeased that he was venturing deep into Sherwood by himself like he was, Luke merely shrugged. Will needed to understand that at sixteen he was more than capable of looking after himself and in fact he would be a brilliant addition to the gang like he needed to become. Whilst he didn’t have a definite skill like his brother had with his carpentry, he was loyal and willing to do anything to prove himself good enough to go around with Robin and make sure that he could do whatever he could for his brother. He wanted to have his back to make sure he didn’t get into any types of trouble. He knew that it was his job to look after him, but he didn’t see the harm in just having each other’s backs from time to time.
‘’I am here to find either Robin or my brother, yes. I am sure I am not in any danger anyway, contrary to his beliefs. You will do though to talk to. I need to try and convince Robin to... well, make me an outlaw. You know, fight the sheriff and all that. I wouldn’t even mind sticking with you for a bit and making stew or whatever tasks you have. I just really want to be part of it all. So, could you kind of put in a good word for me?’’ Luke replied, smiling brightly at him with large blue eyes. Hopefully the sweet look that he tried occasionally on people would work with him.
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Post by Much on Apr 13, 2009 21:50:03 GMT 1
“I need to try and convince Robin to... well, make me an outlaw. You know, fight the sheriff and all that.”
Much was right in thinking there was trouble now he would quite happily stab his own thumb if it meant avoiding the inevitable. Luke wanted to join them, who wouldn’t, but of course Will wouldn’t be happy about it and Will in a bad mood was something better avoided. Will could rant possibly better than Much himself although Much’s rants where usually pointless where as Wills had good points and meanings. Much began to fidget slowly with his fingers. Was it going to have to be him that turned the boy away?
“A good word…Ah” he said utterly lost for words. What was he was supposed to say, hey Robin this young lad has a whole lot of spirit? Spirit didn’t count for much any more not like in the old days you could get by on a good spirit and a smile. Nowadays everything was about money and if you didn’t have money then you needed muscle and if you where unfortunate enough to have neither money nor muscle then you where pretty much done for. Much had nether but luckily for him he did have optimism and Robin which kept him going.
“Is there a particular reason you would like to become an outlaw? I mean it is not the wisest of career paths it limits you and you are in the end left with nothing. No I would sagest you stay clear you are young you can still learn a trade, carpentry?”
If Much had the choice he would not be sat in the forest trying the best he could to make a descent garment from sack cloth. Ohh no he was stuck in this rat infested forest with shoes what for ever smelt of mould and a bed that no matter how you lay you where never comfortable. He would quite happily trade places with Luke and much was sure Luke would happily trade places with him.
“ If you don’t mind me asking what are you planning to say to convince Robin?”
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Post by luke on Apr 13, 2009 22:50:13 GMT 1
‘’Yeah... good words. Just say that I have a young and able body which could be trained up to be really useful, and I have a bit of experience with carpentry too although I’m not very good with it I must admit. However, I am really keen and eager so that must be in my favour, right?’’
To be honest, he didn’t have a clue what would convince Robin to take him on as one of the gang, and what would inevitably make him someone who would get turned away. He guessed that his eagerness was his best quality and pretty much all that was going for him, but then there were a multitude of reasons why he would be turned away. Will would never allow him to do anything, being as he was always treating him like a baby and he actually wasn’t too good with a sword. However, he needed to be an outlaw to satisfy himself, and also be able to live with his only family member left.
Quirking an eyebrow at him asking why he wanted to be an outlaw, he couldn’t believe that he had actually asked him that. There were two reasons which were as good as any why, and they were rather obvious. The first was that the sheriff had killed his father, and so it was only natural that he wanted to help out in the fight to thwart his plans and what not being as he had orphaned him. Much should have known that as well, being as he was there when the sword was plunged into him for all to see. The act still chilled his blood whenever he thought about it if he was honest, and disgusted him to the core. The other reason was of course that he wanted to be with Will again, which was also fairly obvious.
However, Much did have a point when he suggested that he should have been a carpenter and that being an outlaw was a hard life. He knew it would be .... but at the same time he had to do it. The truth was that he was lonely, and needed to live with his family again. Surely everyone felt a need to be with their family? Therefore, he had to do this for himself and for Will as well as he was sure he would want him close too.
‘’I was never too good with carpentry like my dad and Will. I was more like my mom really, and was better with other stuff. My reasons for wanting to be an outlaw are obvious as well I reckon. No, I need to become one. I don’t care how hard it is to live like one and stuff. I just need to do stuff like what you do, and I can help out I’m sure.’’
In response to what he would say to Robin, he just repeated what good words he hoped Much would say. He did feel a need to convince Much however. ‘’You know, I could be a great outlaw, but like behind the scenes being as Will would never let me have a sword. I could help you with the cooking and cleaning of the camp and stuff. Surely you have a need for a helper like me?’’
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Post by eclipse on Apr 15, 2009 11:19:56 GMT 1
(( hey, i know it says Much in the title, but i was wondering if i could join in? I'd love to have Will join in, and maybe Much would become a little awkward or somthing?))
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Post by Much on Apr 15, 2009 13:44:43 GMT 1
( No feel free to jump right in should be intresting )
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Post by eclipse on Apr 15, 2009 16:50:05 GMT 1
( okaysies )
Will hummed lightly as he wandered through the forest. Spring had finnally arrived, about time! Some of the trees still bore the obvious marks of the harsh winter, yet most were already deep in bloom. A fresh breeze ruffled the lone boys mahognay hair as he walked, prehaps a little more briskly than he would normally stroll through the forest, but he was eager to return to the camp and see how the others were.
Today was a rare day off. When he'd awoken, Will had been told that, although the food was still short this spring, the villagers had already been given many extra supplies from the outlaws just the other day, and seeing as the Sherrif was seemingly quiet for a change, Robin had allowed the men a rare chance to do as they wished. Will had started with reading and practising with his weapons, yet the hot day had enticed him to walk amongst the beautiful hazy greens of the forest.
As he returned, Will could hear the sounds of voices. Two very familiar voices. The first was Much's, and Will knew there was nothing odd about that, however, the second was Luke's. Will frowned, why was his brother so deep in the forest, prehaps something was wrong? He knew he babied him too much, but anybody would if they'd lost the rest of their family like the two brothers had.
Will hopped up the steps and threw his cloak down on an empty chair by the fire, glaring at his brother...and Much. Much knew that he didn't want his brother in this mess, and he shouldv'e pushed him away, harsh, Will knew, but he hadn't wanted this life for himself, and he definetly didn't want this for his brother. Luke didn't understand, heck he wanted to kill the Sherriff. But Will couldn't let him join the outlaws, and he had good arguments. Luke was still young, 16 yes, but too young, he had much anger, and in a plan, Will was sure he would disobey orders and jump the Sherriff if he had the chance, this was not what being and outlaw was all about, Will had learned this, plus, he would forcus too much on his little brother, and prehaps forget about his own life and his friends. No, being an outlaw was too dangerous for Luke, he had to have a normal life.
"Go home, Luke." He said resigned as he sat down beside Much.
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Post by Much on Apr 15, 2009 22:58:05 GMT 1
Great, Much now found him self becoming the third wheel a feeling he knew only to well from the Robin Marian and Much days. It was not a feeling he liked and since there days in the forest he hadn’t felt it much, except on occasions like this. Every one has felt it at some point in there lives, being at a friends house when they begin to argue with there parents and you know your friends is wrong but you can’t say anything your just the guest. It’s not nice and Much wasn’t willing to stick around to see how things played out this time. The only trouble was getting away should he really leave the two together unsupervised they where family but what happened if a fight where to brake out. Ohh what a pickle Much had found him self in, yet again.
“Ohh look is that rain” he said briskly looking up at the sky which was perfectly blue. Why was it always him? He had been quite resigned to the idea of having a nice calm day where he would repair some clothing cook some dinner snooze some then join in some general banter with the gang. Hopefully having not spent all day stuck in the camp might have shaken an uneasy feeling he had been feeling the last short while. So far the feeling still remained and his current predicament didn’t help Much. Having no family of his own Much didn’t know how he was supposed to react in a situation like this. Did they want him to walk away and leave them to it or stay and join a side? Much was pretty sure Luke would want him to stay and back him up. Much could feel a head ache coming on.
“Ahh Im out of thread best go to the camp and pick up some more” he said trying to slip the small role of thread under the sack cloth. It didn’t work his clumsy fingers dropped making a dull thud on the leaves. Much prayed that the two where to rapped up in there own feelings to have noticed and praying to god didn’t help. God didn’t seem to like him very much these days.
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Post by eclipse on Apr 16, 2009 11:50:36 GMT 1
Will raised an eyebrow at Much. rain did he honestly think he could escape with the mention of rain. He looked at Much as if to question his sanity, then up at the sky. Cloudless, the perfect day, Will sighed, it would appear Much was extreamly nervous.
When he spoke of needing new thread, Will looked pointedly toward his fumbling fingers, noticing a nearly full bundle of thread as Much attempted to hide it, then dropped it. Will laughed, not cruelly, more as if he were rumbling the outlaw.
"Much, i am not going to rip Luke to shreds, nor am i thinking about it. But you aren't going to go anywhere becuase i think you should explain what hopes you are giving Luke as to him joining us." Will said, an almost angelic, innocent expression upon his face as if to say, i'm not angry, tell me. Will noticed that Luke hadn't spoken yet, and then realised how he must've taken his greeting. Prehaps he was being a little harsh, after all, telling him to go home was almost as if he were saying he didn't want him, which was utterly untrue.
"Hello, was what i meant to say. But i was wondering wat the reason was for you being so deep in the forest, prehaps looking for sugar or something? Or to pacth up an item of clothing?" Will asked, he didn't want to be cruel, Luke was his only family, and he deserved a break, but Will was tired of having to explain over and over again that he couldn't join the outlaws.
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Post by luke on Apr 16, 2009 22:41:09 GMT 1
Luke shot a furious glance to his brother as he said those words, which was something rare for him. Usually he would greet him with a warm smile and a casual greeting, looking like he was generally pleased to see him which of course he was. The obvious matter of the fact that he was his only family left put aside, he was also his best friend and always had been. After all, as children, they had been inseparable, him always at the heels of his oldest brother. They had a bond that was even strong for brothers and that couldn’t be disputed in the slightest. However, when he said things like that then he couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t actually want him around Sherwood or anywhere around him even. Needless to say, it was a horrible feeling to have and it upset him more than Will could probably ever realise. Of course, he wouldn’t bleat on about it for that was not his style at all, but the glance he gave Will probably made it seem like he was upset.
Therefore, he would just ignore Will and whatever he said if that was what he wanted to talk to him like. He may have just been a piece of mud stubbornly clinging to the toe of his boot if he was going to talked to like that. Yes, it was childish to give Will the silent treatment like that and usually he would shout at him furiously like some bratty, younger child, but with Much there... well, it would just seem far too odd. Rather, he would just sit there, pout a little and generally look sulky even if it was pathetic. Regardless, if it meant that Will felt guilty then that would be a goal achieved perfectly in the end.
As Much gave excuses to leave, he just ignored them and Will saying for him to stay where he was. It mattered not to him being as he would not speak to either of them anyway. However, he was rather liking his conversation with Much and it looked like he might be the soft one of the outlaws, the one who would let him join by sending a good word to Robin of his skills as an outlaw and why he would be so brilliant as one. However, he guessed the decision would always lie with Robin, but with Much on his side he was sure that he would be able to join them one day. It was all just a matter of making sure that he remained sympathetic towards his plight, even if he wasn’t already. He’d just have to keep badgering though, as he seemed far more likely to take his side then Will ever would. His brother was far too stubborn for his own good, and that would be something he would regret someday.
Quirking an eyebrow up at Will, he felt a bit of fondness for him when he apologised slightly for saying that to him to start off with. Then again, it always happened so how could he be sure he was being truly sympathetic? If Luke was being honest however, he disliked being angry at Will. It upset him more than his behaviour did. ‘’Well, I was just out for a walk and came across Much here. There was nothing dodgy about it or anything like that. I can still talk to you can’t I?’’ he answered calmly, even if there were subtle hints in his voice that he was still aggravated.
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Post by eclipse on Apr 17, 2009 10:47:28 GMT 1
Will saw a look of pure hurt and then fury flit across his brothers face, and felt guilty imedietly. He was harsh always too harsh to his little brother, but it wasn't that he didn't love him, nor that he didn't want him around. If Will had never become an outlaw, he wouldv'e wanted to be by Lukes side every minute of the day, but now, it was impossible. It was a simple fact, Will did not want Luke in any danger what so ever.
He nearly laughed at the face Luke was now pulling, like a baby not getting hat it wanted, the typical lip pouting, arms-crossed, forwn, all of that. In fact, Will did chuckle lightly, attempting to turn it into a cough, and unsure that he was succeding, he grinned at Lukes last words and relaxed a little, so it seemed he hadn't come to pester Robin about joining, he'd come here for him. Will wasn't used to such happy feelings as he heard his brother speak, bt he allowed himself to visibly relax also.
"Of course you can still talk to me, your company is saner than that i have here." Will winked at Much to show he was joing about, no harm intended. "It's good to see you, it's been too long..always too long." Will sighed. When he was in the camp, he missed his brother like hell and back, but what could he do about it? He hadn't finnished his work here, and he sometimes enjoyed the life he now led, but going to the village was not always the easiest nor safest journey to take, and so, visits like this, with his little brother, were rare. " But be carefull, if you get caught out here, you'll be killed." Will warned.
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Post by Much on Apr 17, 2009 17:44:36 GMT 1
Much got to hes feet slowly keeping his eyes off the brothers and slowly gathered his things together. The awkwardness was to much for him he couldn't handle nor understand family's so it was not unusual for him to feel uncomfortable. He had once had a family but it was such a long time ago it was vaguely even a memory any more. His dear old mother had passed away during his birth, his father grew sick the winter of Muchs 6th year and did not make it to see the next spring. Those short 6 years Much had been known as Much the millers son then he was much the orphan who had been taken in by a few family's over the years, passed around like an unwanted doll until he was 14. That was the year he first met Robin and became his man servant or more at the time boy servant and they had been inseparable from the word go.
"I'm just going to go back to camp" Much repeated uncomfortable forgetting to pick up the thread and hastily moved off in the camps direction. Maybe he would get married one day, maybe to Eve though he was sure she would have already forgotten him. Was there a possibility of having a fairly of his own? Much didn't want to think about it it just made the forest feel thicker around him. He turned his thoughts to lighter things and briskly walked to the camp.
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