Anya Lahey
Outlaw
The Distraction
"Like ooeth"
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Post by Anya Lahey on May 10, 2009 2:29:30 GMT 1
Anya had stupidly ventured in to Nottingham alone once again. This time however she felt it was necessary to enter the two that had brought her so much bad luck. Much had gone missing. The others had thought his few hours’ absence nothing and had told Anya that he would return in no time but Anya had not been satisfied with that answer. It was a nice day with blue sky patched with fluffy white clouds spotted around the sky like little islands. Despite her restlessness Anya was happy and walked to Nottingham with a slight skip in her step glad to be out of the stifling atmosphere of the camp.
The dry dusty road was filled with comuters travailing in to Nottingham with the carts filled with good for selling. Anya recognized a few from Locksley the Blacksmith and the farmers who where brining milk to those in the town. She kept her head down. Those she had been from there village she was an illegitimate child and had never been respected now that she was an outlaw they would no mouth disapprove of her more. Her mood was too high for it to be squashed by the thought and she smiled as she passed by them.
Nottingham was bustling with tradesmen and shoppers and although things where better than they had been there where still beggars and very few food stalls. The food shortage was still going strong and there was very little any one could do but pray and hope for the best.
Anya walked among the towns folk keeping an eye out for any hooded figures around Muchs build but as the sun was out there weren’t many with hoods up.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on May 10, 2009 22:53:31 GMT 1
Marian was glad when they finally got out, but she knew she had to be careful. If a guard saw her, she would certainly face death. Luckily, the villiagers knew that she helped them when she could, and she knew they would warn her if any guards were close by. But as a precaution, she kept her head down, keeping to the shadows.
Walking along beside Much, she glanced at him to see how he was coping. He seemed fine, but then again he dealt with this far more often than she did. She knew her cheeks were slightly red, the weight of the bag and the slight heat making her warm. Blowing air up her face, moving some strands of hair from her face, she gave Much a small smile.
"You know, I'd love to see a member of the gang at some point. Despite the risk, it would be most helpful."
Little did she know that a member of the gang, one she was not aware of, was very close by.
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Post by Much on May 18, 2009 21:47:32 GMT 1
Much lopped after Marian. The sack of food he had flung over his back was beginning to pull him down and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stay standing for much longer. Who knew food could be so heavy. He only had 4 loaves of bread a wheel or two of cheese some meat and other bits and pieces so really it shouldn’t weight all that much.
“Marian can we hand this out and then go home?” Much said his voice strained and his eyes pleading. Small droplets of sweat had appeared on his forehead and glistened in the sunlight as they sneaked out of the south gate and through narrow streets of Nottingham. The sooner they feed the poor and where off in to the forest the better. He didn’t want to spend any more time than was necessary in Nottingham. The whole town made him nauseous.
“I don’t know how you can live here Marian,” he said disgusted as he watched a couple of rats scurry down the street in the opposite direction. Yes he lived in a forest which was filled with rats and squirrels and many other creatures but some how the greenness and freshness made up for it. Here in Nottingham there where no trees or shrubberies to make up for the dirty smelling streets. No one could afford to have potted plants out side there doors to brighten the place up. Things like that just took up valuable time they didn’t have to spear.
“If I where sheriff I would make it compulsory to have some green about” he mused. “I think Nottingham would benefit from a bit of green do you not agree? Some green to make up for all this brown and grey dirt. A Nice potted plant out side a door way would word wonders and if not that then a hanging basket or something similar.”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on May 19, 2009 23:29:04 GMT 1
“Marian can we hand this out and then go home?”
Marian couldn't help but nod in agreement. She wanted the weight on her shoulders to disappear as soon as she could make it, and if distributing food sooner rather than later helped then it helped. Licking her lips to get some moisture back into her mouth, she heaved the bag further up her shoulders before looking around, checking for any guards.
“I don’t know how you can live here Marian,”
Marian laughed a little at his words, looking over at him. He was the one who lived in the forest and thought this place was not the nicest there was?
"I sometimes wonder that myself, Much. But I have little choice."
“If I where sheriff I would make it compulsory to have some green about. I think Nottingham would benefit from a bit of green do you not agree? Some green to make up for all this brown and grey dirt. A Nice potted plant out side a door way would word wonders and if not that then a hanging basket or something similar.”
Marian grinned as he rambled on, letting him talk as much as he wanted. It was something she often did, let him talk until she couldn't take it anymore. It seemed only fair, after all when they were children they would often ignore him. He deserved a chance to be listened to now.
"Perhaps I'll mention that to him," she told him sarcastically.
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Post by Much on May 20, 2009 23:09:18 GMT 1
"I sometimes wonder that myself, Much. But I have little choice."
“You could come live with us … In the forest. I know you’re a Lady and all but it can be done. Look at Djaq and Anya for example. Djaq is more at home than I am and Anya has settled in awfully fast. I think you would like it.”
Much had wondered about what life would be like if Marian lived in the forest. He suspected Robin would be far less crabby and the camp would be more orderly. He didn’t think that because Marian was a woman but more because Marian would keep them all in line. Djaq didn’t seem too bothered by all their mess and if Anya whined about it she was mostly ignored.
"Perhaps I'll mention that to him,"
“About the plants? I highly doubt he would listen to you Marian. I think it suits him to have the place damp and smelly. It matches his mood.” Much replied completely missing her sarcasm. Sarcasm was almost as bad as sayings in his book but only when others used it. Much loved to dish out the sarcasm and lay out on thick but when used by others he could completely miss it.
The noise of the town square was getting louder and a few moments later it was in view. The peasants that had spurred Much to raid the castle kitchens where sat in the exact same place as when he had left.
“There!” he exclaimed twisting hi head to Marian and gesturing towards the other side of the square.
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Post by Will Scarlett on May 31, 2009 15:01:50 GMT 1
Will often went out in Nottingham by himself, sometimes simply to walk, sometimes to distribute food, less often to give out a coin or two to some needy soul. He did not have much of a reputation as a risk-taker. He was always thought of as the quiet one. They did not know that his silence often masked a deep river of rage and intensity. He had developed the skill and desire to hide it, until it could be applied, productively, in battle, where he did not need to show mercy.
Outside of that, even with his height being over 6 feet, when his hood was pulled up, he had an almost-magical ability to melt into a crowd. What as it that his father had said, 'he could be alone in a crowd of people'. He had always had the ability to be sullenly uncommunicative. On this day, though, he had already passed out all that he had to give, and was just enjoying his ability to walk through the middle of the town square of Nottingham, undetected, enjoying the fine Spring day.
As a woodsman and carpenter, though, one of the skills that he had developed early on was the skill of observation. Some 50 paces ahead he was able to see a pair of people, sometimes close and sometimes separated, who were obviously Much and Marian. They were cloaked and hooded, so he couldn't identify them by direct sight, but there was no mistaking them for their pattern of stride and body language. Will wondered, though, if there were any other gang members close by, or whether they had been noticed by anyone from the Sheriff's contingent. Just to be safe, he thought it would be wise to hang back a few paces, so that he could come to their aid rapidly if he needed to.
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