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Post by Evelyn Null Dwyre on May 20, 2009 22:45:29 GMT 1
Evelyn pushed open the door of the infamies Trip to Jerusalem Inn and smiled widely at the sight. It was already bustling with merchant’s peasants and travellers, all possible targets. Once they got a little more mead and ale in there bellies she would slip past them picking their pockets as she went. Thieving from the already poor of Nottingham wasn’t her only reason for entering the Inn today. Today was one of those rare occasions when Eve allowed her self to relax and have some fun.
Carefully she pushed past a group of standing men who where all singing loudly with pints of ale sloshing back and forward. Slyly Eve slipped her hand to the money pouch that hung form a singing mans belt and hooked it. That was too easy and by the weight of the pig skin pouch it must have been pay day. That would be the end of his night drinking. Eve slipped in to a bar stool and slid a freshly stolen coin towards the bar maid.
“Half pint of your Farmhouse Ale,” She said indifferently. The bar maid nodded politely and shuffled away and returned a second later with Evelyn’s request.
“Eve you look terrible don’t you sleep,” Ingrid the Trip inns notoriously flirty bar maid said resting her elbows on the counter and starring across at Eve. The two had been close friends once upon a time but Evelyn’s sudden change of living arrangements had pulled them apart.
“I get plenty of sleep Ingrid,” Eve sighed before taking a sip, ”But thank you for pointing out how awful I look.
Ingrid laughed and pulled back.
“Always so cheerful Eve, lighten up your in the Trip”.
Evelyn snorted. Was that supposed to mean something to her?
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Post by Margaret d'Anthony on May 21, 2009 2:37:45 GMT 1
Margaret entered the Jerusalem Inn, she was tired and her eyes were heavy from tears shed. She did not fancy this town very much, nor did she fancy the Sheriff. Her eyes tried not to fall upon the lowly people who filled the room. There was a poor, scragly man sitting near by her while she walked past him. "Miss, spare you a coin?" He reached out to touch her arm, his hand was weak against her arm. His cheeks were sunken in. He could have been a nice looking gentleman, if his fortunes were different. One of the gaurds in the room scowled at the man, stepping closer to him. "I think the lady-"Margaret smiled at the gaurd sweetly, resting her hand on his chest. "It is fine, sir." She digs into her coin purse, revealing a coin and placing it into the palm of the poor man. She smiled, curtseyed and made her way to the bar, settleing into her seat and asking for an ale. A lady did not drink, the Matron had always told her that. But she needed her escape. She turned to the woman besides her, she looked tired but in somewhat good spirits, "Good day miss."
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Post by Evelyn Null Dwyre on May 21, 2009 16:45:13 GMT 1
“We used to have good times here didn’t we” Ingrid began,” Do you remember that guy with the long whale like face?”
Evelyn laughed. Yes she remembered him. He was with a travailing circus act and had gotten it in to his head that Ingrid was going to marry him. The poor man had come to the Inn ever night for a month to watch and follow the blond hired bar maid about. Of course Ingrid hadn’t been interested she lived the life of a single woman far too much and wasn’t about to give it up for a whale faced circus freak.
“”Give me a sign”, yes I remember. Poor man I think you may have destroyed his confidence forever.”
Ingrid shrugged ruefully and left to attend to some orders.
Eve drank deeply until her belly was warm and her spirits hand brightened considerably. How things had changed since those day. Everything seemed so light hearted and easy now all Evelyn could see was pockets to be picked and a bleak future.
"Good day miss."
Eve tilted her head to the side to see a beautiful well dressed woman sitting beside her.
“If you say so…”
“Ere’. That all for ya miss?” Ingrid sang setting the half pint of ale in front of the noble woman.
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Post by Margaret d'Anthony on May 21, 2009 17:28:34 GMT 1
"If you say so." Was the reply Margaret got from the woman. Apparently she wasn't the only one who did not see Nottingham as a nice day kind of place. "I am Mary. I would beg to start a conversation with you. If you are not willing, I understand.. It's just there is no one near my age, and seemingly of kinder spirits than those I am trapped with to converse with."Maragret had tried on many occasions to have a conversation with Guy, the man who owned the Manor they were to stay at, but he was not the sort to talk to about anything. He was far to cold, far to vile. "I am here for a rather long stay, and I fear I know no one, but Matron Leah, the Sheriff, Sir Guy, and a few peasents in the castle. It's rather boring."
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Post by Evelyn Null Dwyre on May 25, 2009 22:44:08 GMT 1
Evelyn Sblack personed in her drink before turning to look at the woman by her side. So she was a noble eh? Well she certainly seemed to be who else would suffer such company as the Sheriff and Sir guy. Tonight was going to be more profitable than she originally thought. With a fixed smile on her face Eve placed down her cup and eyes the woman for a shot moment. Definitely a noble!
“I’m willing” Eve replied tilting her head to the side as her eyes glanced quickly at the woman’s rich clothing before her eyes settled on her face.
“Well that doesn’t sound very much fun does it? Who would want such company as that? Well you have come to the right place, there aint no where better than the trip. ”
Eve tapped the table in front of her and Ingrid grumpily placed another half pint in place of the empty one. Ingrid lingered for a moment until with a sigh Eve slid a coin towards her. “Drink slow now,” Ingrid sneered at her old friend before returning to her work. Eve merely rolled her eyes at Ingrid’s moodiness and turned her attention back to her new acquaintance.
“Eve, So I am presuming you are new in Nottingham. May I ask what has brought you to this god forsaken place or would that be out of line?”
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Post by Margaret d'Anthony on May 26, 2009 12:09:48 GMT 1
Margaret sat back in her seat, sipping at her ale. Her face was hot, "I don't purposly mean to hold such company. I dispise wealth, ma'am. I know you would say that's hypocritical - a rich noble who hates the wealthy. But I sincerely mean it."
Margaret looked around the end, "If I could I give to every poor family in the villages. But I can't because there's not enough money.
“Eve, So I am presuming you are new in Nottingham. May I ask what has brought you to this god forsaken place or would that be out of line?”
"Well, Eve, I didn't chose this. My father did, because I notice the poor and needy. A true nobel should never see them. Or help them.
She wanted to say how she wished to meet the famous Robin Hood, but there were gaurds around.
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Post by Evelyn Null Dwyre on Jun 5, 2009 15:12:22 GMT 1
“Why not give it all up and live a life like the rest of us then” Evelyn responded before gulping down her ale. “I mean if your really not happy give it up.”
The Inn around them was filled to the brim of chattering people and though there where a few guards standing near the door way Eve was not worried about being caught. Who would expect a Noble woman to be drinking with a deaman? Felling the weight of the new stolen pouch she had lifted on her way in and feeling it was still reasonably heavy Eve gestured to Ingrid to bring her two drinks. One ale for her self and one for her new “Friend”.
“It misfortune to have to keep such company,” Eve smiled sympathetically and slid the mug over to Margaret.
What did she mean a true noble should never see the poor! The poor of Nottingham where on their very door step it would be impossible for them to miss it. Nobles where ridicules with the fancy clothing and there strange way of talking It was a wonder there spices hadn’t died of hundreds of years ago. As much as she disliked them Eve could not let the hate show to strongly in her face especially not in her current company.
“You could always run away? Use that mountain of cash you have to buy your way some place new. What I really meant by what brings you here was “what bring you here to The trip to Jerusalem inn”.”
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Post by Much on Jun 9, 2009 0:27:10 GMT 1
[Hey sorry but I am going to have to abandon Evelyn. I can’t keep her up but Im up for a thread so let me know. I have Much, Ronald and Anya .]
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