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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 12, 2009 8:17:47 GMT 1
Gwyn walked through the town square, her head covered in her cloak, she looked around for an easy target. The crowd was quite big and she was finding it difficult but truth be told she could spot a noble a mile away.
"There you are" She said to herself as she noticed a noble walking to wards her. She happily continued walking and as they passed each other she slyly took his purse. When she was a safe distance from him she stoped walking. "They all make it too easy" She whispered before pocketing the purse and carried on walking. She knew that eventually her luck would run out and her mother wanted her to stop, but the truth was she couldn't, people like that made her sick, every single one of them reminded her of the noble back home. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought of this, she shook herself before looking for another target.
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Post by luke on Apr 12, 2009 11:27:25 GMT 1
The sun shining, Luke was in particularly good spirits that day as bright weather always made him like that. Perhaps there was a slight chill in the air, but then that was to be expected for spring he supposed. It wasn’t like it was summer after all, and he didn’t mind a slight chill anyway. He had a cloak if it was too bad.
However, something that he did see bas he walked around the square was not something that he appreciated at all, and quirking an eyebrow at the young woman, he decided to follow her. He could have sworn that he saw her stealing some man’s purse, and whilst it was done very sneakily, he thought he was correct. However, knowing his luck it would turn out that he was imagining things. Never the less, he thought it was his duty to make sure that she didn’t get away with it. As he caught up with her, he made sure to go in front of her dead on, locking his eyes into hers to show that he wasn’t afraid of some thief.
‘’As an outlaw in training’’ he declared proudly, even if it was a lie and perhaps stupid to openly admit such things in public, ‘’I demand that you give up those stolen goods to their rightful owner immediately.’’
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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 13, 2009 8:07:20 GMT 1
Amelia looked Luke up and down, before smiling. He must have been about sixteen but his presence screamed adult, especially with the way he was standing up to her.
"I will have you know" She said while taking a few steps closer to him. "That the rightful owner of this purse is a man who watches people like us go without food while he sits in his big house filling his belly" Her tone changed to anger and her accent was stronger then ever. "A man who treats innocent people like slaves and those that stand up to him are executed" She was fuming and had to take a few seconds to compose herself. "I do not think that he will miss this money, it will go to those who need it" She looked at Luke and smiled "So do you still think i should return it"
She stood there waiting for his answer.
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Post by luke on Apr 13, 2009 18:47:22 GMT 1
Luke looked at the woman cautiously, not knowing how to react like that. What would an outlaw do? That was something worth pondering in his case, and it probably was rather apparent that he didn’t have a clue either. After all, he wasn’t even in training to become one.
“Well...’’ he begun, looking at the woman’s eyes. “I think that we should keep it then if he is that horrible. Yes, that seems to be the best thing to do if you are sure he is that wealthy and doesn’t give to charity or anything.” At least that was what he thought Robin would do. After all, he stole from the wealthy to give to people who would otherwise starve under the oppression of the sheriff. The memory, of his mother flickered into the front of his mind, and so he was even surer of the answer. People should never have been treated so badly, and if she wanted to keep that purse then he would let being as she would most likely buy food for it.
“What is your name anyway?” Luke asked, attempting to be a bit nicer now that her intentions for the money seemed very decent indeed.
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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 20, 2009 8:04:41 GMT 1
Amelia looked at Luke and smiled. His demeanor changed so suddenly that it caught her a little off guard. She wondered what was going through his head as he stood there and then he asked to her name. She wasn't sure if she should answer but something about him said that she could trust him.
"My name is Amelia" She said with a smile. She was not prepared to go into great details of her life even though she was unsure of whether he would even ask. "And what is your name"
She thought is would be polite and necessary to ask his name as well.
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Post by luke on Apr 20, 2009 20:33:00 GMT 1
“Nice to meet you then Amelia” Luke replied with a bright and easy smile, being entirely pleasant now. She seemed alright really, even if he didn’t know her that well. However, she seemed to give off a good vibe and so that was good enough for him. He was not foolish enough to believe that he had a perfect judgement of people, but he didn’t think he would be wrong about her.
Her asking him his name though was something he was unsure on what to answer. Normally, he would say his surname as well as first, but now he had no idea on what to do. After all, even if he had let slip that he wanted to be an outlaw, he did not want to get Will in any trouble by getting caught due to a connection to lure him out. “I’m... Luke. I hope you don’t expect a last name or anything.’’
Sighing, he was pleased with that introduction. “So, what sort of business are you in? Or do you just rely on being a thief to fund yourself?’’
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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 21, 2009 7:41:39 GMT 1
"It is nice to meet you as well Luke" She said with a smile. "And surnames do not matter as i did not give you mine either"
She thought it would be safer not to get her family involved they did live close to Guisborne and if word were to get out then they would be in trouble.
"I am in the business of giving the money to those that need it. I keep a little for myself to feed my family" She said while looking around to make sure nobody could hear. "You said you were an outlaw in training, is that true?"
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Post by luke on Apr 22, 2009 20:39:13 GMT 1
Nodding, he couldn’t say that there was anything fairer than that. If she did not wish to give him her last name, then it seemed only right that he would not give his either. After all, if he had then that may have meant that it looked like he wanted to get hers, which was something he did not want. Making people feel uncomfortable was something he liked to avoid if at all possible.
Smiling, he was glad that he had not told her to give the money back then since she seemed like such an honourable sort. “That is very noble of you to give more away’’ he replied, seeming somewhat proud of himself for making the right decision. He did have to admit though that he did almost blush when she asked about the outlaw thing.
Blushing even deeper as he considered the answer, he nodded. “Yeah... one day, I will be. I have a good connection there you see...’’ Luke replied, even if he would not go into any more detail about the connection. After all, it would only get him caught in the lie deeper, as he had no chance of being an outlaw, and he liked keeping secrets anyway.
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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 23, 2009 7:18:20 GMT 1
Amelia looked at Luke and smiled.
"Hopefully one day" She agreed. "You would make a good addition to Robin Hoods gang. You are very honest and you have a good sense of justice"
She looked around at the people and noticed that the crowd was getting awfully close to them.
"Maybe we take this conversation somewhere a little less crowded" She said "Some one could over hear us"
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Post by luke on Apr 24, 2009 22:13:25 GMT 1
Luke felt a wide grin flitter onto his features as she said that he would make a good addition. It meant a strangely large amount to him that he knew that someone had confidence in him to make a decent one, when not many people did. Now, if only Will saw it that way.
“Thank you very much. I hope you are right and I do have a good sense. It’ll be better than the Sheriff’s anyway I suppose’’ he said with a grin, even if anyone had a better sense than he did.
Nodding, he did have to admit that perhaps it was foolish to be talking about outlawa and his plans to become one in such an open place. After all, almost being hung was an experience he never wanted to relive again and he’d be sure that he wouldn’t. He doubted if Will would ever really rescue him from that fate, and he doubted Robin would do it twice either if it was just a result of stupidity.
“I agree...’’ he said, smiling at her before moving off into a small corner where no one was standing. It was around the back of some blacksmith’s, so he doubted that any would really be hanging around that sort of place.
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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 25, 2009 7:57:27 GMT 1
Amelia moved to behind the blacksmiths looking around to make sure no-one was watching, when she saw it was clear she breathed a sigh of relief.
"I do not know about you but i do not feel like getting hung" She said with a smile before leaning on a wall.
Her feet were starting to hurt which annoyed her because she still had to walk back to Locksley and her mother would probably interrogate her about where she was and what she was doing.
"So what brought you here today?" She asked "It seems right to ask since you know why i am here"
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Post by luke on Apr 25, 2009 9:52:53 GMT 1
“Believe me, I have absolutely no intentions of getting hung at any point’’ Luke said, with a grin even if the thought of going through that ordeal was immensely frightening. Going up on that scaffold had been one of the most intimidating ordeals of his life, and he obviously did not want to go through that again.
Scanning her appearance, he noticed that she looked slightly tired. Well, she was leaning on a wall which implied to him that she wanted to shift the weight off of her feet. Maybe he was wrong though, as knowing different people’s movement and what they implied was hardly a speciality of his.
“Are you like tired perhaps? I mean, you kind of look tired being as you are leaning on the wall.’’
Shrugging, he hadn’t really been doing anything. “Well, I live near here so I was just out for a stroll really. Now you know the exciting life that I lead’’ he replied with a grin.
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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 26, 2009 8:35:37 GMT 1
"I am quite tired" She answered "I have been walking most of the day and my feet hurt"
She lent further back on the wall and lifted up her left leg so she could rub her foot. Her bear leg was hit by the sun and she felt a sudden warmth that seemed to comfort her slightly.
"I live in Locksley which is quite a way from here" She said still rubbing her foot. "Where do you live?"
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Post by luke on Apr 28, 2009 7:15:33 GMT 1
Luke nodded, to show that he understood that she was tired, whilst observing her rub a presumably worn out foot. He felt a bit bad for her really, as he knew all too well what it was like to be tired. After all, the trek from Scarborough was pretty awful due to the distance he had to travel.
“If there is anything I can do to help you... just let me know’’ he said, smiling a little to show he was being honest. “Like, maybe hold a shoe or something? You could probably rub your feet easier that way.’’
Smiling slightly, he wondered why she had to ask that, but he would reply all the same. It was not an unusual question by any means, but he was still cautious revealing his whereabouts just in case one of teh Sheriff’s men wanted him at some other point. “I live here – well, in an Inn. I did live in Locksley once though.’’
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Post by Amelia Alana Barrowcliffe on Apr 28, 2009 8:05:26 GMT 1
Amelia looked at him and smiled.
"Your demeanor has changed from the man that was standing up to me not ten minutes ago" She said while taking off her shoe and looking at her sore foot. They were covered in blisters, which was all she needed. "But if you would hold my shoe a i would be most grateful"
She held out her shoe waiting for his reply.
(I know they're short but i don't get much time on you see)
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