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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 13, 2009 21:32:01 GMT -8
It was, I thought, a rather nice day out. The trees stood tall and mighty, their branches reaching out to the calm blue skies. I myself stood far beneath the great wooden behemoths, though it perturbed me not at all that I was so dwarfed: for a human, I was still quite short, and one grows accustomed to such things when one cannont change them.
Why I bothered to notice what type of day it was, I do not know. The mind is a fickle thing, I've found, and it unerringly wanders and meanders down tricksy and turnsy paths, seldom appearing to make sense to to even itself, heading in directions we as humans would rather it not head... And there, I've done it again.
Curse it, I thought, irritably. I'd just proven my point, and wandered off into thought again.
It wasn't what I was here to do, of course. I'd set out from the newest of many Outlaw camps with the intent to escape the stifling atmosphere of men, and I was currently heading for the Tree House. I hadn't set foot near there in ages, and I rather felt that it was high time I did so again.
At the moment, though, I was still wandering down the forest trails, picking my way through the woods and navigating to the great tree and it's man-made contraption.
Wait. I must correct myself. At the moment, I was currently looking up at what I had sought.
TAGGED: Will Scarlet
NOTES: So, this is pretty much just the starter - I'ma thinking you can just talk about why Will was where he was, and etc. Marian is almost there, so... >.> *so... tiredddd...*
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Post by Will Scarlet on Nov 15, 2009 15:37:56 GMT -8
I was having the most delightful dream. There were women, lots of them and they were all around me. Oh, did I mention they were all naked. Unfortunately, the dream was blurred, as the Land of Dreams often is, so I couldn't see past their necks, which was truly frustrating. I keep turning around, trying to get a better view, but nothing was working. Then, without warning, the women vanished with a rush of...was it wing? And I was suddenly falling through space and time or possibly just the illusion that was my dream and fell into a pit of some kind. Of course this didn't hurt me, seeing as this was merely a dream.
I could feel dream-self stand up and look around, gazing up at the bright hole up top, over which several of the blurry women were still leaning over, looking at me with strange expressions on their faces. Then, before I could move, bars lowered in front of my face. I heard the clanking of the warden's keys, their sound magnified a thousand times. Suddenly, I thought no more about the women, I thought no more of getting out; I felt only fear. I rushed forward,my hands grasping the bars, which were soft like my blanket and cold and leaf-like, like the leaves in front of my face at the same time. I could hear footsteps along with the keys and I felt myself snap. I was captured. I was done for. My airways constricted and I began twitching like a snared rabbit. Looking up, I saw his face and his long red hair falling in front of his face. It was then that I screamed the name of the only person who could save me.
"Martin!"
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 15, 2009 17:06:17 GMT -8
The sound of my other name being screeched into the world startled me, sending me into an instictive crouch, half-expecting that something would charge at me through the brush even as my hand reached down for the blades I kept on my person. And then, after my body had reacted, my mind registered the source of the sound.
Which was, in the Tree House.
Which implied that they could most probably see me, and they recognized me from even where they stood. Which brought me to the conclusion that this was not an immediate threat, and that I could relaxed, for the moment, and discover why it was that my name had been declared.
"Who calls?" I sent back in that rough, semi-deep voice that I had spent so long trying to perfect, straigtening up even as I craned my head backwards to look up into the Tree House. It was painful to do so, but the hope of catching a glimpse of whoever it was that had hailed me vastly out-weighing the sharp ache that settled into the back of my neck.
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Post by Will Scarlet on Nov 27, 2009 19:34:50 GMT -8
The began to blow and with it, went Marty's hair, catching the wind it blew across his face and when it blew across the other way, he was no longer there. I opened by mouth to call to him, but I knew I had to be fast. They were coming, whoever they were and they we coming to get me.
I looked to my right and saw him the cell next to me. No longer was I in a pit, but in a pit-like dungeon. I could see him huddled in the cell next to me, his quarters considerably darker and I could see that he was afraid.
My own fear left me in that moment and all I was concerned with was the safety of the young boy next to me. I looked at him, nodded and then flung myself against the bars. Whatever happened, they could not take Marty. I would die before they took him.
"Take me instead!" I begged, my voice coming out ragged and strained.
But they didn't take me. Instead, they pulled Marty out of his cell, roughly grabbed him, yanking him up. He yelped, his young voice seeming so feminine at that moment, that it was vaguely disturbing, They began to march him away.
"Martin!"
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 28, 2009 13:00:56 GMT -8
I started once again when the voice called out a second time, the words seeming desperate. From my lowly place on the flat of the ground, far beneath the tree and those in the Tree House, I couldn't see a thing; not a whit.
It occurred to me that this person obviously knew me - or, at least, knew me as an outlaw. That in and of itself was enough to arouse my suspicion. Of all the folk that I knew and that knew me as an outlaw, I could probably count on my left hand the number that I liked and got along with. The rest were genuine thieves, scoundrels, and arsewipes that would just as soon push me into a creek as play nice with me.
But who? Who was this person?
I rather thought that the chances of him being someone I'd be okay with were little to none. I'd left Arthur behind when I'd gone for my little stroll, and, as much as I hated to add him to the list of people I would rather encounter, Robin was off doing some sort of top secret business. Which left a host of unpleasant possibilities...
It also occurred to me that this person was not alone. He'd said "Take me instead!" Strange thing for a person to say while they're by themselves. It seemed rather unlikely, however; more within the realm of possibility was the chance that one of my fellow outlaws was trying to play a prank on me. It wouldn't be the first time that they'd done something like that; I looked like a young lad, and men, for some strange reason that utterly baffled me, liked to pick on younger men.
Ugh, that was probably it, I concluded. It was a prank. And the way I saw it, I could do one of two things. I could just walk away and let them tease me about it; or I could climb up there and see what was up, and then they'd tease me about it. Hmmm, don't find out what's up, and get ribbed on, or find out what's up, and still get ribbed on.
I rather liked the idea of climbing up into the Tree House; it was much more attractive to me; I liked being in the know. And I decided within a matter of seconds that that was the way I was going to go. That settled, my next order of business was to get up there. Should I climb the ladder that had been nailed into the tree, or scale up a rope, or climb up a vine? I didn't like the idea of climbing up the ladder - they could easily ambush me as I came into the house. But then again, if I climb up onto the outer limbs, they could similarly set a trap for me as I walked it. And suppose they were not friendly; Suppose they shot arrows out at me as I dangled in mid-air, my hands and arms occupied? And now, I was over-thinking things again. I had this god-awful habit of doing so, and one day, it was going to be the death of me. At least, it would, if something (someone) else didn't kill me first...
I heaved a sigh, then, and scrutinized the Tree House. All the vines and ropes were still down, which could have meant any number of things, though I was rather inclined to think that it was bait. Well, guess what, this fish was taking it.
I chose a vine to climb, trusting it to be more reliable than the rope, and quickly shimmied up to the top. It was easier now than it might have been, oh, say, even just one season ago. I'd been growing stronger every day (or, so I liked to think) and, hopefully, I'd be able to handle what was undoubtedly coming up. That being said, I was still very cautious as I creeped up to the actual building, and it was almost hesitantly that I peered through the doorway.
Well. I'd been right. It was someone that I'd prefer to not come face to face with. And he was in fact alone. It was also a little bit of a surprise to see that, ever the man of mystery and a main source of aggravation on my part, Will Scarlet was sleeping in the Tree House.
*notes: my god, Marty has a lot to say >.>
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