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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 19:54:53 GMT -8
She frowned when he said he wasn't worried about the Wolf or his pack, but set that aside for the moment. Instead, she turned to the more pressing of problems.
"Well then," she said, slightly put off by the fact that he couldn't ride. That was going to make it a little more difficult to move Gabe from point a to point b, but she'd have to manage. "I suppose that would leave us with several options. Either we could drape you over the back of one and secure you with some...rope," she paused as several memories that included rope popped into her mind, the least of which being Christina, "or we could just let you try and ride as you are, anyways."
Another sharp glance made Marian think that letting him ride by himself would probably not be a very good idea. In fact, she was pretty sure she shouldn't let him do that. "Maybe not," she amended, and added instead, "we could try double, though I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, given the circumstances." Try and be tactful, yes?
Actually, the thought of riding double made Marty a bit sqeamish. She really didn't like the thought of being in such close quarters with a man, especially a man she didn't even know, one who'd proven that he wasn't adverse to killing. One who she'd just met, and had attempted to rob.
[post count] 16 [word count] 223 [our mood] gleeful [due credits] "the poison glen" by clannad [our notes] why do I love torturing my characters as much as I do? I think I've been told that I'm nuts, crazy, or, to quote my brother, "feckin' insanse.' Still... =D
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 1, 2009 20:11:06 GMT -8
Gabriel frowned, and had he been a dog or something with fur, he would have bristled. He didn't much like the idea of being tied to a horse. One he imagined it would be pretty uncomfortable, not to mention painful, and the thought of being helpless like that was even worse. Then again, he didn't much want to be close to this man, either, even if Marty had been nice enough to give him his cloak, which Gabriel held to himself tightly. He would have liked to just try riding alone, had he not been nearly positive that he'd fall off. He and horses didn't get along very well.
However, in the end he had to choose the lesser of two evils. "I'd much rather not be tied to a horse." He said, and though his choice of words made it seem as though it was debatable, that it wasn't totally out of the question, the tone he'd said it in said that it was. He was not going to allow himself to be tied to a horse. He knew he was making it pretty difficult to help, but he did not want to feel as helpless as he knew he would feel if he were tied to a horse.________________________________________ Words: 222 Mood: Tired, but not bad Notes: So, shall they double up and he'll...feeel that something isn't right, or would you rather he liked...spot it before hand or something? [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 1, 2009 20:22:25 GMT -8
Well, she was the one that had suggested it in the first place, so she'd have to live with it. "Can you sit up while I go an get a horse?" Marian asked. While her sojorn into Sherwood had made for a stronger Marty, Marian still found that she was weaker than most men, and generally smaller; she'd prefer to not have to wrestle around with Gabriel if she had to.
Finding a horse to ride proved to be no big thing, as several we milling about, heads stretched down as the lipped up grass. They shied a bit when she approached them, but a kind smile and some soft words were enough to coax the horses to let her come, and she managed to grab one of the animals by the reins before leading it back to the man laying on the ground. "How do you want to go about this, then?" She demanded.
[post count] 17 [word count] 154 [our mood] gleeful [due credits] "the poison glenn" by clannad [our notes] wheeee - filler; all I'm really capable of when I feel pressured
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 2, 2009 8:30:36 GMT -8
Gabriel pushed himself into a sitting position, and then pushed himself to his feet, though the second task was slightly harder than the first. He felt like he was overreacting, like all he needed was to get warm and he'd be fine. From his previous accounts of hypothermia, since he had had it before, he'd been bedridden for a few days, feeling sick. Getting a healer for that would be much better, hopefully he could skip all of that. Plus his hands would take longer to heal. He was just glad that the skin hadn't started turning bluish, like it would have had he continued using his ability much longer. His hands no longer hurt, which he knew was a bad side, and he couldn't feel them much anymore, which was also a bad sign. Still, as long as the skin didn't start turning blue then he wasn't too worried.
Gabriel watched as Marty led over a horse, keeping the man's cloak hugged tightly to him. He shrugged as the man asked how he wanted to do this. "I'll get up and you get up after me?" He asked, his tone just a little bit sarcastic. He may be shivering and just generally feeling very cold, but he wasn't completely helpless yet. He could still get himself onto the horse, if that's what Marty was worried about. It was just managing to stay on and not fall off when the horse took off was what he was most worried about._________________________________________ Words: 265 Mood: Tired a little, but good =) Notes: Just for the record, Slave...I'm pretty sure he was already standing xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 15:56:40 GMT -8
A quirk of the eyebrow and a down turn of the corners of her mouth were how Marian reacted to the man's percieved lack of interest. Still, he wasn't feeling too great, maybe he was just too under the weather to care how he behaved at the moment.
"Very well, then," Marty said, adding a smidgen of her own snark into it, "hop to it, then." She got out of the way and stood to the front of the horse, holding the reins and leaving the stirrup dangling. The horse, though one of the smaller ones available, was still very tall, and the stirrup hung just above her navel -- almost three and a half feet in the air. Quite a reach, even for an experianced rider.
[post count] 18 [word count] 126 [our mood] GLAD PRETTY EYES IS BACK! [due credits] "the poison glenn" by clannad [our notes] LAWL! It must've happened that night when we were really tired; it was when...>_< when he asked for her name, that's when the mix-up happened! And boy, Marian's sure in for a surprise when Gabe gets better, eh? *gigglesnort*
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 2, 2009 16:19:19 GMT -8
Gabriel nodded, keeping his mouth shut as he moved forward, moving to the horse's side. He'd never been very good at mounting, nor riding, but he was not about to ask this stranger to help him up. He was not about to go that low. He was already accepting Marty's help, and that was enough. Grabbing hold of the saddle, he lifted his foot and placed it in the stirrup. He just stood there for a moment, gathering his strength, before finally pushing up, swinging his other leg up and over the horse until he was sitting upon the horse, looking rather uncomfortable and a little out of breath.___________________________________________ Words: 115 Mood: Not so good Notes: Eh, it doesn't matter. xD And yeah, if anything Gabe's going to act worse when he's better! xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 17:58:41 GMT -8
When the man named Gabriel had successfully mounted, Marian moved towards the stirrup herself. It wasn't all that great a distance, but to Marty, it felt like a mile. s***, but she was going to have to sit on a horse, behind a man. She hadn't really, truely though about that when she had suggested it before, but now, oh, now she was thinking.
And she wasn't liking it very much. Alas, she was the one that had suggested it, and she was going to have to follow through. First order of business: free up the stirrup so she could commence with the act. A simple tap on the cup was word enough, and Gabe dropped the clunky stirrup. Then, with a silent moment of steeling herself, Marian forced her leg to stretch up and catch the stirrup with her foot. For not the first time, the young outlaw was very thankful that she didn't actually have any guy parts: otherwise, they probably would have strethed out something awful.
After that, it was a quick matter of bunching up muscles and swinging a leg over the horse. Because the saddle was already occupied, Marty found that simply sliding back and slipping behind the cantle worked just fine.
The mounting had been somewhat awkward, given that the normal avenue of ascent was blocked, but she had managed quite nicely. The only thing was, she didn't have any reins. And to get then by herself, she'd need to reach and get them, which would put her further in contact with Gabriel, a thought that made her blush and almost made her grateful that he was in front of her, where he couldn't see it.
"The reins, it you'd please?" she ordered. Though it had been worded as a question, the tone made it clear that it was a statement. And the statement was further reinforced by Marian's out stretched hands, which were waiting patiently for the braided leather to come their way.
[post count] 19 [word count] 327 [our mood] content [due credits] "the poison glenn" by clannad [our notes] three cheers for the RL horsewoman! XD
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 2, 2009 18:37:45 GMT -8
Gabriel ignored Marty as he mounted, instead concentrating on holding on tightly and warming himself up. He wasn't feeling much better, despite the fact that he had a cloak wrapped around him now, but he refused to complain out loud. Still, he was still visibly shaking, which he was sure Marty wouldn't miss. He held onto the reins with his hands, unable to help but notice that they were slightly swollen, and still very red. In the past he'd always thought his ability was a gift of some sort, but now he wasn't so sure. He always had consequences whenever he used his ability, like frostbite on his hands or even hypothermia. Now he had both. He blamed it on his anger, since he had gotten angry at the sheriff and his men, wanting to scare them, make them regret taking advantage of their power.
He debated on whether to hand Marty the reins, but in the end decided that he would, because he was sure that Marty was better with horses than he was, since he wasn't very good with horses. So he handed the reins back, still remaining silent and ignoring the chattering of his teeth knocking together.________________________________________ Words: 208 Mood: Content Notes: Eh, Gabe knows when to be smart, shut up and let someone else take in charge, so I changed my mind xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 19:03:11 GMT -8
Quietly, the young red-head took the reins and held her arms up awkwardly. It would have been oh, so much easier if she would just scoot closer to Gabriel, but that so wasn't happening. Instead, she gently squeezed the sides of the big bay animal with her calves and clucked to it, urging it foreward. The gelding acquiesced amiably enough, and began moving foreward with a lumbering sort of gait. There was a sudden, slight gust of air as their bodies made their own wind, and Marian shivered slightly, rejecting the cold.
Gabriel himself, poor manling, was shivering something fierce. He must've been without the benefit of warmth for some time, Marty found herself concluding, and rather disaproving of. No cloak, and he was wandering about when it was just barely spring. It figured, really, since he was a man. Most men just didn't think about things like that.
It momentarily struck the young woman that, as they rode on in silence, Gabriel might do better to be in the back. Her bum was sitting on the animal's bare back, and was quite toasty from the contact. But if they were to commence with that, it'd require some more awkward maneuvers, and it'd cost time that she'd rather not waste. Get him to a healer, and then come back.
And maybe rob some more people on the way back, she thought grimly. She figured, as long as she was gone for so long, she might as well have something to show for it. She could pawn the horse off, of course, but that was still a meager show for disapearing. Ah, well...
"Try putting your hands under his mane," the outlaw offered to the man sitting in front of her as he shivered violently for the nth time.
[post count] 20 [word count] 294 [our mood] SPASTIC AND HYPER AND ZOMG!!!!!! [due credits] "the poison glenn" by clannad [our notes] You can make the horse shy -- make a deer or something rush in front of it;; I do the horsey stuff, seeing as I vididly recall what a horse tends to do when shying (my horse freaked out over a flock of turkies today XD)
When the horse startles, if Gabe's hands are under the mane, then he'll be in a rather vulnerable position at the time; Marian could reach over and grab some mane, and....chest/back *cough*
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 2, 2009 19:31:12 GMT -8
Gabriel nodded as Marty suggested that he put his hands under the horses mane, doing just that. He had to admit that the horse was very warm, and it did help, though his shivering continued. He concentrated more on keeping hold, worried he would suddenly fall off. As Marty may have guessed, he didn't much feel like talking. If he had been then he'd likely be hurling insult after insult at the man sitting behind him, even if it would have been for just about no reason.
"So why are you helping me?" He asked quietly, wanting to know. He'd started off wanting to rob him and now he was taking him to see a healer? Why? He understood the man's decision of 'no longer trying to rob him' since Gabe had helped the man, and in return the man had helped him, but he didn't think many people would want to get involved. At least, not so much as to be willing to ride with him to see a healer, even if he didn't exactly know where a healer was. Most people would probably just tell him directions.
He saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, and he turned his head just in time to see a deer suddenly leap out of the bushes and onto the path right in front of them, though it ignored them and kept running until it had disappeared on the other side.________________________________________ Words: 255 Mood: Content...though still a little traumatized xD Notes: Thar we go =) xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 2, 2009 20:03:23 GMT -8
Lady Fitzwalter frowned for a moment, pondering the question. Why was she helping him, anyways? She barely knew him, and he barely knew her. She'd gone through the motions with him, Gabriel the victim, she the bandit. And then they'd fought off the law men together.
Maybe that was it. They'd seen battle together, and now Marian felt obligated to try and keep him alive. She'd saved his butt before, so what was helping him keep it just peachy compared to that? And maybe she had just wanted to get away for a little bit, and was using this as an excuse?
Whatever the case, she wasn't going to tell him everything. A small tidbit would do. "Why shoul--" Her voice quickly deteriorated into a syllableless sound as the horse spooked and side stepped sharply to the right, it's entire body suddenly going rigid as it stared at whatever had given it a scare.
During the entire process, a few short seconds, Marian had reacted as she'd grown accustomed to: lean foreward slightly, grab some mane, and try to shorten the reins. She did do that, and the good news was: she stayed on, and the horse didn't bolt. That was the good news.
The bad news that that she momentarily forgot that Gabriel was in front of her, and she ended up sort of squishing him between herself and the horse. Not good.
[post count] 21 [word count] 230 [our mood] verra Dr. Phil-ly. "And how does that make you feel?" [due credits] "the poison glenn" by clannad [our notes] there - haaaaaappy?
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 2, 2009 20:16:22 GMT -8
Gabriel grabbed on to the mane, not trying to hurt the horse, just trying to keep from falling off, even though Marty's arms on either side of him would keep that from happening. Still, he felt Marty lean forward, shortening the length of the reins. For a moment he was pressed in between the horse and Marty, which normally would have bothered him to no end, since he didn't much like people touching him. However, before he could even register that someone was touching him, something knocked his mind off that course. To lean forward, Marty pressed his chest to his back, and Gabe had felt...bumps.
Gabe's eyes widened for a moment, certain now that he'd definitely felt bumps where normally there would be none on a man. But, that meant...Gabe stayed silent for a few moments, even as Marty pulled away. He frowned, trying unsuccessfully to convince himself that he hadn't just felt a woman's breasts pressed against his back. Marty was a man, and men did not have breasts. But...he was so sure he'd felt something. He couldn't just ignore it, not when he was this sure of himself.
"...Marty...are you a woman?" He asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Marty. It was clear just by the expression on his face that he was not about to believe him if he said no.________________________________________ Words: 246 Mood: Pretty good =) Notes: Yus, quite xD And lawl, you feel Dr. Phil-ly? That makes me feel....weird for you xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 3, 2009 6:35:37 GMT -8
The first thought that came to the young woman's mind when Gabriel asked if she was, was a woman, well, it was something along the lines of 'ohhhhhhhhh, f***.' There were also some thoughts along the lines of 's***' and 'how'd he find out,' but mostly, she was just getting the feeling that she was screwed, and not in a good way.
For a few moments, she was just speechless, her normally pale skin white as a sheet. Her big blues just stared at him, considering, wondering, at first shocked, and then wary. Yes, she was a woman, and so what? Let's not make this harder than it already was.
Finally, she got to the point where she felt that she'd let let the silence draw on for too long, and the quiet needed to be ammended. "I..." she began slowly. What was she going to say? Yes, I am a woman? No, I'm a man? I'm a she-male? Right... "I'm exactly as I said I was." Which was nothing at all. All she'd told him was that he could call her Marty, and beyond that, it'd all been orders and menial little things.
[post count] 22 [word count] 192 [our mood] amused [due credits] "the poison glenn" by clannad [our notes] "...Gabe had felt...bumps." LAWL! XD And this was actually a little tough to write; gawd, but Marian's not in a very good position at the moment, is she? (no innuendo intended XD)
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 3, 2009 9:24:58 GMT -8
Gabriel turned back to watch where they were going, though he was paying close attention to Marty now, waiting for his answer. Gabriel was sure of what he'd felt...he hoped. He couldn't help but wonder whether maybe he was wrong. Why would a woman dress like a man, though? It made no sense to him. The 'man' behind him stayed quiet for quite a while, only furthering Gabe's belief that Marty was a woman. Why else would he be taking so long to answer? Most men would be like 'What the hell!? No, of course not!' But Marty just didn't seem to want to answer.
When finally Marty did answer, Gabe couldn't help the smirk that came to his lips, though he didn't chuckle or anything else. "Oh, really? And what did you say you were, I must not have heard." He said, his tone slightly mocking. He was well aware that Marty hadn't actually said what he was. He hadn't introduced himself as 'Call me Marty, I'm a man' or 'Call me Marty, I'm a woman'. If he had then Gabe would probably have been a little creeped out by him, truth be told._________________________________________ Words: 211 Mood: Content and very hungry and has no muse Notes: she was just getting the feeling that she was screwed, and not in a good way. [/b] LMFAO! Nice! xD andd... I'm a she-male? Lawl xD Poor, poor Marty xD[/center][/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 3, 2009 17:46:27 GMT -8
"I'm an outlaw, draw your own conclusions," Marian snapped suddenly, hedging. She didn't want to reveal her sex if she could help it, and what right did this man have to know, anyways? Just 'cause she'd saved his butt, and was currently in the process of keeping his butt just dandy, it didn't mean that he had to be nosy and pry into her business. What'd he care, anyway. It wasn't like women couldn't rob people, or fight, or kill, or rides horses, or anything. He should just be thankful, either way.
She was tense, now, and it took sheer force of will and a few moments for the taut muscles to relax, though even that was a very small victory. How could she really relax, anyways, given who she was and where she was, what her life was like, and why. Gabriel be damned, she had more harrying matters to worry about.
In fact, the red head was beginnning to regret offering to help the man. She should have just given him directions and sent him on his way. It was a personal failing of hers, she supposed; she just haaaaaad to help people, even strangers.
[post count] 23 [word count] 195 [our mood] almost un-hungry *eating lemurs* [due credits] "the poison glenn" by clannad [our notes] I think I mentioned in Marian's profile that she has a temper. Wait, I did, didn't I! Well, here it comes. Red Head Temper, DO YOUR WORST!;; and sorry for making things boring -- maybe we should do a PART DEUX!
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