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Post by Much on Nov 18, 2009 15:58:06 GMT 1
It was approaching 9pm and Much was sat dreamily stoking the fire whilst staring blankly at the forest floor. It had felt like weeks since he had done anything remotely productive and that was mainly do to the sore feet he had required on his and Anya’s long journey.
“What is the point of feet if you can not even use them,” He grumbled, his eyes still firmly fixed on the same mossy rock.
He did not expect any answer or reply as usually Much was talking to him self more than any one else. Even if he was to repeat his statement for some one else to respond to he doubt they wood. Instead Much was quite content to sit and wallow in self pity.
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Post by Anya Lahey on Nov 18, 2009 16:16:05 GMT 1
“What is the point of feet if you can not even use them,”
Anya pulled a face and propped her head with her elbow. She had, just as Much, done nothing for the last few days but sleep and eat and speak of her new hate for French woman. Or any woman in high places for that matter. Her long golden hair had been watched vigorously in the near by stream and although it had not been restored to its former beauty it was now no longer caked in mud.
“If you complain about your feet one more time I swear much im going to put my boot in your mouth.”
Anya smiled sarcastically at her empty threat and dropped her head to lie back down on her lumpy bunk.
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Post by Djaq on Nov 25, 2009 18:12:31 GMT 1
Djaq had just walked into the light of Much's fire, shoulder bag in hand, heaving a sigh. Unlike the others, she had spent the last few weeks going to and fro from village to village, following Robin's orders to tend to some ill person or another. One would think it would have been simple to go to each village, be received by happy villagers who were happy to see her there. But this illusion was the entire opposite of what Djaq had to go through.
She would arrive at the village entrance and instantly be led by a few villagers over to an ill child or a dying mother, with pleads that she help them. This resulted in every night, arriving later than all the others who had missions in the villages, and being utterly exhausted from head to foot.
She heard Much's complaint, and Anya's response, and managed a slight smirk.
"And if you do fulfill that promise, kindly allow me to join in." She gave a light push of her fingers to the back of Much's head as she made her way around behind him to sit on the other side of the fire. Giving a slight groan, she dropped her shoulder bag and, ignoring the aching of her joints everywhere, seated herself in front of a larger rock. She held her hands out to the warm fire.
[meh, hope that's okay...if not, I can edit! ^^ ]
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Post by Allan A'Dale on Nov 25, 2009 18:56:01 GMT 1
[Hope you don't mind me joining in. ^^ If this isn't the right time to join in or if I need to edit something, let me know.] Allan lay on his bunk trying to get the thought of the meeting he would be apart of within the next few hours out of his mind. His heart felt strange, but he tried to ignore it by listening to the girls playfully 'beat' Much's spirit up. Even though he wanted them all to retire to their own bunks so that he could slip out unseen, he was glad they were talking, keeping his conscience almost quiet.
He couldn't help but smile at Anya's sarcastic comment. Ah, a girl after his own wit.
"Oi, Much, are you goin' to allow these girls kick you around mate?" As he finished the sentence his eyes opened and he turned his head toward the fire where his fellow gang member's were sitting.
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Post by Robin Hood on Nov 25, 2009 19:40:48 GMT 1
Robin made his way in to camp, his fingers entwined with Marian's. They had just had the rare opportunity to spend some much needed time alone together, and he couldn't quite keep the pleased smile off his face.
Djaq had just walked in ahead of them. She was no doubt being kept busy with her visits alone to the villages every day. Hearing her and Allan's comments, he could fairly easily surmise what was going on. And as his eyes passed over them all and he caught sight of the look on Much's face, that was all but confirmed. It was good to see Much and Anya back again, even if it would mean more complaining and sniping for all of them.
"Good to see you all playing so nicely together," he said with obvious amusement, stopping just beyond the fire.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 26, 2009 21:08:15 GMT 1
Robin had been insatiable whenever they were alone ever since she had agreed to the engagement and had given into the desires they had both felt for quite some time. However, the gang of course had no idea about the engagement or how close they had been. At least, she hoped they did not know about the intimacy. The engagement might be easier to tell, but it was not as if she wore the ring. She was scared she would lose it whilst in the forest and had taken to wearing it around her neck next to the tag Robin had given her. At least there it was safe.
She squeezed his hand when they entered the camp, smiling at the gang. She had found it difficult to adjust but they had tried to make it as easy as they could on her, despite the teasing when she originally arrived.
"Do you ever stop teasing or annoying Much?" she asked in curiousity.
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Post by Much on Nov 27, 2009 11:02:37 GMT 1
Much forced him self not to turn his head in the direction of the others. Why had he not slyly pushed Anya off a cliff on there way back to Sherwood? All those days they had spent at the coast trying to get over to France and he didn’t just extend his arm and send her tumbling in to the sea. He would get his own back on her in some small “unnoticeable” little way. Perhaps he would by accident leave a bunch of poison ivy on her bunk or forget to heat up her broth? Not very inventive, he thought, must give this a little more thought.
As the familiar sound of Djaqs foot steps entered the camp Much twisted round gleefully only for his grin to be cut short by her comment to Anya. Trust girls to stick together! What happened to the all man camp they had once enjoyed?
“Well thank you very much I shall remember this when im making you all dinner wont I! You two can go to bed with empty stomachs while Robin Alan Marian and Myself enjoy some good and might I add well prepared scotch broth.”
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Post by Anya Lahey on Dec 1, 2009 21:53:28 GMT 1
Upon Robin’s arrival Anya pushed her self up on her elbows and gazed sluggishly round at them all. She would kill for something to do. This endless nothing and waiting was driving her insane she needed some entertainment. Luckily there was always Much to torment and that was always provided some short lived enjoyment.
“You wouldn’t do such a thing you love me to much,” Anya teased with a mock loving smile.
Finding that she was now developing pins and needles and her bunk no longer seemed comfortable Anya dropped on to her feet and went to join Much my the fire side. The warm flames danced across the dead leaves on the forest floor creating dark shadows and patterns which where entrancing to watch. Anya often found her eyes staring mindlessly at the patterns and if she didn’t watch her self could be sat watching them for close to an hour or more. She forced her eyes to leave the dancing shadows and plucked up crispy leaf and tossed it towards Much.
“Would year really have us starve,” She pouted.
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Post by Djaq on Dec 3, 2009 17:43:47 GMT 1
"Of course he's going to allow it, Allan," Djaq smiled over to the trickster, "He knows he cannot hit a girl, but that girl is allowed to hit him all she wants."
Djaq looked up with an amused expression on her face when Robin commented on getting along.
"Well, playing as nicely as can be expected of us." She then rubbed her hands together in front of the fire to gain back some warmth in them. No matter how long she had been living in England, Djaq would never get used to the cold weather at nights. Though it did get a little (bitterly) cold at nights back in her homeland as well. But there was something about England that made the cold more painful... Oh well, at least now she had a roof over her head, and that was enough to be thankful for...for now.
"Oh Much," She then put on her best poker face, appearing truly hurt, "I thought I knew you better than to let two women starve, let alone us. Tsk..." She then stood up, gave Much a dark look and acted like she was headed to her bunk, snatching up her shoulder bag...
[meh, hope that's okay, I was in somewhat of hurry...]
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Post by Allan A'Dale on Dec 3, 2009 19:21:28 GMT 1
Allan loved these moments. Seeing Much getting flustered over a few harmless comments was always a treat. For a moment he had completely forgotten his meeting with Guy. He was back in time, hanging around the warm fire with his fellow gang members, enjoying himself with a fire, food, and friendly conversation. But Guy's dark face floated back into his mind far too quickly, causing the trickster to start when Robin's voice entered the discussion.
Though he knew that the outlaw leader couldn't read his mind he still felt something tugging on his conscience that almost seemed to thicken the air. Allan quickly threw his legs over the side of his bunk and instinctively brushed the ruffled hair on the back of his head down with his hand. He was good at hiding his feelings, that was true, but whatever he hid from the outside with a smile and a wink, he always felt ten times worse raging on the inside.
"Oi, Robin, what do we have planned for tomorrow, eh?" Allan's brows were now quizzically furrowed in fake interest. Perhaps, since Robin was back, they would all sit down, have dinner, and finally drift off to sleep. Hopefully Robin had some sort of 'great' idea for the next day that involved them all getting lots of rest.
Jumping down from his bunk, Allan strode over to the pot that hung over the fire as he violently shoved the thoughts twisting around in his head out so that he could concentrate. Lifting up the spoon that Much had been using to stir the thick soup, he quickly poured some into his mouth before Much could notice. However, he found this was not the brightest idea he could've had. After the pleasant taste drifted over his tongue, the scalding feeling enveloped his throat. Throwing the ladle back and wiping the soup that dripped onto this chin away with the back of his hand, he hastily tried to get the attention off of him.
"Much," Oddly his voice tumbled out of his throat in a harsh whisper. "You could also give 'em a sour stomach-Use one of Djaq's medicines." He smiled and looked to everyone. "Wouldn't that be ironic." He winked at Much and then looked to Djaq for her reaction. His eyes were now watering from the waning pain and he knew his dinner would be tasteless as would they be for the next couple of nights.
[Hope this is okay. Rambled on a little, but I'm trying to get Allan's personality. ^^]
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Post by Robin Hood on Dec 8, 2009 1:44:38 GMT 1
Laughing, Robin moved around the fire to lean against the edge of his bunk.
"Indeed, Djaq," he responded wryly to her comment as he set his bow down.
He looked over at Allan at his question, taking note of his somewhat erratic behaviour when he moved across to Much's cooking pot, holding back the laugh at the obvious consequence of his actions.
"Suddenly so eager for work, Allan? Seeing as you were so kind as to volunteer, there's some flour that needs to be taken to Nettlestone. No more than a one man job. You can handle it I'm sure."
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Post by Much on Dec 8, 2009 16:25:46 GMT 1
He was defeated of course he wouldn’t let Djaq and Anya starve. He decided the best easy forward was to completely ignore them. Why could they all not leave him be? All Much wanted to do was complain in peace to make him self feel better and they had all gone and spoiled it for him. Had they all forgotten that he was Robin right hand man? Did it mean nothing to them that Robin trusted him more then any one…bar perhaps Marion. Of course it didn’t the only use he had to them was to cook there bloody meals.
“We are not playing,” muttered Much grumpily,” And That served your right Alan I have told you so many times before not to touch it while its cooking but do you listen? Why it is everything I say goes in one ear and out the other!”
Much grabbed his ladle back and continued to stir clockwise. Alan always came up with sneaky little plans like that and this time Much was maybe a little to eager too try it. For Much though every thing back fired in his face. IF he was to give Djaq an upset tummy for a day or two Much would probably be stabbed and need her assistance.
“If only,” He sighed with a feeble smile to Alan before turning his attention to Robin. “What about me? Why don’t you ask me to do anything for you or have you forgotten I exsist!”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Dec 12, 2009 15:09:07 GMT 1
Marian watched the movement in the camp quietly, not wanting to interrupt. She had tried to be careful since she decided to stay, not knowing if the gang would appreciate her coming in and changing everything. Of course, Robin spent a lot of time out of camp with her, but it was not as if her presence made much change.
She glanced up at Robin at Much's words, biting her lip. She sometimes wondered if Much even liked her, so for a moment wondered if she should take that as a personal insult, or if it was just Much complaining as usual. She was use to it after all.
(OOC: Had to get her in, but she's being quiet:P)
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Post by Djaq on Jan 18, 2010 19:26:28 GMT 1
Djaq felt her stomach grumble when she took out her journal from her shoulder bag and hung the bag on its own hook by her bed. Ignoring her stomach's complaint, she flipped through her journal until she came to the last page, intently reading her own written words as she took her seat once again by the fire.
She listened to the words of the gang members around her as they planned for tomorrow, gave quick arguments to one another and wistfully dreamed of poisoning her. She knew Much wouldn't dare, because for all he knew, she had all the power in the world in her medicines, as long as she mixed the proper things together. And that could be deadly; Much wasn't brave enough to risk his own life to get at her.
She gave a small smile at the words she had written on the top of her page, but quickly wiped it off her face for fear that anyone might see her actually smiling to herself. Dipping the wooden quill (that Will had widdled for her out of a left over arrow) in the small jar of ink that she had lifted off the town bailiff, she scribbled down some words in her own native script and once again looked over the day's adventure, sighing in relief that she knew it was over.
"So not a very busy day tomorrow, I suppose?" She called lightly to no one in particular as she closed her leather journal and propped it safely up against her foot so that she could feel it if anyone tried to take it.
[bleh, not good. But I had nothing really to say.]
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Post by Anya Lahey on Jan 25, 2010 15:34:02 GMT 1
Anya pushed her self off the ground using Much’s shoulder as a crutch and shuffled over to her bunk where she grabbed some needle and thread along with a fabric bundle. Sowing was not her greatest talent and had often given her a head ache when she failed to thread a needle but thanks to Much she had managed to master the needle threading skill. The current garment she was mending was a pair of old trousers Much had handed down to her. Unfortunately for Anya much was quite a bit taller than her meaning all hand me downs had be taken in and folded up.
“If you are really bored you can always go rob some old crone and buy me some pretty clothes. I think a deep royal blue would be nice,” Anya said dreamily retaking her place by the fire.
Anya was fast forgetting what it was like to be a lady not that she was every really much of one. These days she dressed as a boy and her once golden hair was constantly matted and tied in a dull clumsy pony tail. What would her mother say? As she was sowing away at the bottom of one folded up leg the rusty needle pricked her thumb and Anya let out a small high pitched squeal. As a gut reaction her thumb flew to her mouth and her eyes stung.
“Djaq,” Anya mumbled still with her thumb in her mouth and looking like a hurt puppy.
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