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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 6, 2009 21:54:09 GMT -8
Most people liked horses, at least to some degree. It wasn't uncommon for people to own more than one horse, and they were very useful animals. One might not exactly call them as adorable as dogs or cat, but they were still fairly lovable creatures, at least for most people. Gabriel, on the other hand, had never liked horses much, and they'd never liked him much, either. He had bad experiences with horses, the first he could remember was that a horse had tried to kick him when he was only seven years old. Luckily the horse had missed, but ever since then Gabriel had had issues with horses.
For example, whenever he rode one, which wasn't very often since he tended to do everything he could to avoid them, they always tried to throw him off. It was rather annoying. However, it was no surprise he'd never felt the need to hang out around them more often.
At the moment, Gabriel felt about as miserable as someone could possibly get. He was freezing cold, and this showed by the way he shivered like a madman, and he couldn't feel his hands. He'd long since given up trying to hide the fact that his teeth were chattering, and now they made a constant and very annoying clicking sound. And, on top of all that, he was riding a horse. And he had a woman dressed as a man sitting right behind him. Not only was Gabriel bad with horses, but he was even worse with people. He didn't like touching people, and he especially did not like owning his life to someone.
He hadn't said a word for the last few minutes, though he was obviously getting impatient. "H-How m-much f-f-farther?" He asked Marty, cursing his chattering teeth. Yeah, he'd definitely have to be more careful next time he decided to use his ability._________________________________________
Words: 332
Mood: Eh, so-so
Notes: Kinda shitty first post, sorry Slave and Mary xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 19, 2009 16:24:39 GMT -8
The horse, though previously skittish, had over the course of the ride managed to overcome it's overwhelming fear of nigh upon everything, and the gelding's behavior had gone from perpetually twitchy to calm and even, just plodding along at a slow and steady pace with nary a twitter. How long that would last, Marian thought with an air of cynicism, was anyone's guess. Intuition, however, told the young woman that it wouldn't last all that long at all. It never did. "Oh, not too far, now," she muttered, internally promising herself that a little white lie never hurt anyone. Though it wasn't all the way across England, Raven's Keep manor was still a good ways away, though still closer than Hungtington castle or the fair city Nottingham. Speaking of Nottingham, it was rather likely that Gabriel was not going to be able to show his face in there for some time. Not only had he obstructed justice and murdered men right before the sheriff's own eyes, but he'd had the gall to insult the man to his face; to date, only the rich, the powerful, the rich and powerful, and Robin's band had had the balls and spine to do so. And look where they were now. _______________________________
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Aug 19, 2009 16:49:17 GMT -8
What was worse, was Gabriel was beginning to warm up. That may seem like a good thing, but it really wasn't. Because of his ability, he'd done a fair amount of research on hypothermia and frostbite at a young age, and he knew that if you randomly started to feel warm again, and like you were getting better, you were actually getting worse. To test this, Gabriel looked down at his hand and tried to touch his thumb with his pinky finger, and was unable to. His muscles were beginning to stop working. That was just great, he was so going to die, all because of that stupid sheriff not leaving him the f*** alone.
He didn't bother answering Marty's reply, he just nodded, though part of his suspected she was lying. There was still forest on either side of them, and there was no sign of a town up ahead that he could see. At the realization that they may just die, most people feel obligated to rant to the person with them about their life, or, at least, in Gabriel's experiences they were. He debated on doing the same, but immediately cast that thought aside. Like he was going to rant to anyone, not to mention a complete stranger, about his life. Yeah, right. He'd much rather go off and die on his own, maybe have his body never be found, but he was not about to jump off the horse and go running into the forest just to get away from Marty and die alone. If he died, he died. If he died in front of Marty, then too bad for him._________________________________________
Words: 284
Mood: Not bad
Notes: Sounds good to me, then Aithne has to come. And sorry, I didn't give you much to work with. Gabe just wouldn't do much talking if he thought he might die xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 19, 2009 17:44:46 GMT -8
Normally, Marty was okay with silence. The lack of noise, while unnerving at times, just didn't bother her the way it did others. It was quiet, it was peaceful, it was without the demands of matrons every which way. Silence, for the most part, a happy thing for Marian, though it could be sad, as well; she always felt depressed when the birds stopped singing.
Suddenly, Marian's shoulder was graced with a small, cold, wet spot, and the young woman sighed. Rain. Great, super. Just what the doctor ordered. Not; Marty disliked the rain. She disliked how cold it was, how wet it was, how it came from dark clouds that stole away the sun, and how it seemed to just scream doom and gloom. The only real good thing about the whole thing was that rain was noisy. She liked the pitter-patter and the slight roar of the wind and water. On occasion, she even liked the thunderstorms. The booming and rumble of thunder and the sharp cracks of lightning were always exhilerating - but the afterwards, that was the best part. When the earth seemed to stand still, the birds still hid in their nests, and all watched, and waited in quiet anticipation.
And then, as if summoned by the rider's line of thought, the sky split asunder, lightning jutted out and about, and the low, omnious rumble of thunder carried over them. Startled by the darting flash, the horse underneath the woman flinched violently, shying to the side with a swift side-step and making a half-rear. It then gathered it's legs underneath it, and Marian, sensing that things weren't going to go well as only one who knew horses could guess, wrapped her arms around the man in front of her and unceremoniously thrust herself from the saddle, leaving the horse to bolt away like a mad bat out of hell.
_________________________________ m'kay, I hereby give peopleness to to a little bit of GM/PP (whichever one you associated with controlling another's character) in regard to Marian and falling off the horse. Don't get any ideas, however.
Slave - I had a naughty thought about Gabe and Marty when I was typing up the "dismounting off the horse" scene..... XD
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Sept 1, 2009 19:11:28 GMT -8
Aithne, to others, appeared to be never in the right state-of-mind. She was too obsessed with her work, her occupation. But, hey, that’s what made her good at it. What was she always traveling for? The answer to that was simple: herbs and roots. Today, on this specific day, she spent most of the hour looking for ginger, cinnamon bark root, and a few pretty flowers that only seemed to bloom in the withering cold.
The day seemed to pass by fast, though when she spent some of her minutes walking she noticed that time did stand still. The trees moved with the sudden gusts of wind, or the thin branches slight cracked from the cold. Whatever life that remained on the tall, magnificent things looked as if they would fall to the ground with a single look. How pitiful, how dreadful. Why did winter have to come? The question began to ring in her brain, though the answer was, again, simple: everything had to die.
Her eyes lingered everywhere, to the right and to the left, up and down. She had to be aware of her surroundings, especially on such a long path. Or, rather, it seemed long. Her short, yet thin, legs didn’t match up the distance a tall person could walk in just a minute. Her own downfall. Though, what was that in the distance? Her eyes saw something, something with an animal’s figure. Surely, she could still see perfectly, even though the day was slowly turning into night. With her small wooden bowl and thick, short stick, she pounded a solution that she would later take to kill the coldness in her body.
As she drew nearer, she saw that it was a horse with people atop it, or a rather large person (Aithne reminded herself that there was no need to judge, but she felt bad for the poor creature). Then, she felt a droplet of water on her neck. Oh no, this would be bad. She pulled back the hood of her cloak, as if that would really do anything if the top of the sky fell out. She knew that the rain would drench her and that she needed to turn back to find a town, or some place to stay. Oh how she missed her nice, quaint bed in Skye.
Though, as she rain drops quickened (but, yet stayed small), a sudden bolt of lightening split the sky. A surge of energy surged through her body and a muffled cry exited her lips. She tried her best to keep hold of the bowl which held the solution, though her shaking hands were acting on their own. Quickly, she tucked the bowl and stick into her cloak to shield it from the rain droplets. Then, a horse-like sound was dancing into her ears. Aithne’s eyes snapped back in front of her, and she saw that the horse was now closer than she originally thought. Her eyes watched in shock as the people, which she know knew was people, were thrown from the horse and the horse began to gallop closer and closer to her.
Acting fast, she moved out of the way and caught her breath. Though, her feet were directly connect with her mind. She thought increasingly more about the people who were atop that magnificent animal, and she naturally started to scamper toward them. “Hello! Do you need help?” Her light, airy voice floated across the air, though the normal lighthearted tone that embraced her words were now replaced with a tone that was more… frantic.
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… mood: Finally I am able to use my brain! x__x; Sorry if it sucks at some points.
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Sept 2, 2009 16:56:21 GMT -8
Gabriel wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around them, so he flinched slightly as lightning suddenly brightened the sky. However, the horse flinched as well, shying to the side slightly, and the next thing he knew the woman (dressed as a man, of course) behind him had wrapped her arms around him and lunged off the saddle. They crashed to the ground, the impact giving Gabriel a massive headache. Great, one more pain for him to suffer through. He didn't move after he'd recovered from the fall, though he probably could have. But he was tired and annoyed and pretty much just felt like lying here would be a fine place to wait for death to take him.
However, a moment later he heard a voice not far from them, asking if they needed help. He turned his head, fixing his icy stare on the beautiful woman rushing towards them. "No. Go away." He said as soon as she was close enough to hear him. He didn't want some ditsy woman chatting his ears off during the last few moments of his life, no matter how beautiful she was. He was also fairly annoyed at Marty for having knocked them out of the saddle for whatever the reason, but he was too tired to bother insulting her for that. She probably had her reasons, she did know more than he did about horses, after all._________________________________________
Words: 247
Mood: Headachheee D=
Notes: None [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Sept 2, 2009 18:33:15 GMT -8
"Ignore him," Marty called out automatically on the heels of Gabriel's refusal. She was still winded from her fall, and what should have been a strong and hale voice was reduced to a breathy, husky impersonation. At least it wasn't quaking, and she was pleased to note that there were no abnormalties, such as squeaking or catching of sounds. And, as an added bonus, the sheer roughness of voice endowed her sounds with a gruff quality that leaned toward deep.
Marian had broken the fall for Gabriel, and a hard fall it had been. Her entire left side ached, and it pained her to shift around. The aches had started immediately after impact, and it'd almost been too much to unwrap her arm from Gabriel's body and sit up. That she had made her feel better, but not by much. Luckily, she wasn't left-handed.
"How'd you propose to assist us, anyway?" she inquired tactfully, though she felt anything but at the moment. In fact, all she wanted to do right then was rub her sore shoulder and find a cave to crash in. That, however, wasn't an option right then. She had an injured/sick person that she'd volunteered to help even though she had no idea what exactly was wrong with him, and now she was confronted with yet another stranger, this one more strange than the stranger that lay relatively still beside her. Not only did she have to play the role of protector, but she had no idea what this person intended, and thus, Marian had to stand strong.
Even if it hurt.
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[ooc] word count 274. Yay for posting, finally LOL! Crappy post, but then again, we're all pretty must posting craptastically, so YAY ME! *small hand clap*
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Sept 25, 2009 6:41:46 GMT -8
His harsh words meant nothing to her, really. Of course they hurt her feelings a bit, and stopped her from aiding him, but it was his choice. She wasn’t going to help a person who wished not to be helped. Though, the small voice in her head edged her on to help him, no matter how moody he seemed. “Ignore him,” she heard the rugged voice ring in her ears. She noticed the other person, a man with a few strange features, stand and speak. The rain had slacked, but few droplets would descend from the sky every once and a while.
She immediately brought out the wooden bowl, which contained a dark, water texture that was meant to be chewed. “He looks to be freezing, sir,” she said with a small frown. Aithne took it upon herself to bend down and feel his skin. Yes, he felt cold to the touch, even though it was rather cold outside. Her body was kept in it’s bent posture, though she moved her body downward into a crouching position. “This is made from ginger, cinnamon bark root, and warmed water…,” she said, before adding an unexpected charismatic smile, “… it should warm you up.”
Aithne extended her hand towards the male, knowing that he probably didn’t have enough body heat to take the bowl from her. Though, she needed to be told something verbally to know that he was going to receive the medicine. Her head shifted a little to the right, allowing her left, bouncy curls to fall over her shoulder. The reassuring smile was stuck onto her face. Unless, of course, he planned to change it.
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Sept 25, 2009 20:19:38 GMT -8
Gabriel snarled wordlessly at Marty, annoyed that she was telling the woman to ignore his words. He didn't even know why he'd accepted Marty's help, but now that it came down to it he couldn't accept help from this random stranger, because he didn't know her, didn't trust her, didn't particularly like her...and, well, his pride just wouldn't let him. He'd taken care of himself for years, he didn't suddenly need random strangers to take care of him. Still, he didn't move from where he lay on the ground, his cheek pressed against the cool ground and feeling like he should just shut his eyes and sleep, that he would be warmer when he woke up. However, he was well aware that should he go to sleep, he'd never wake back up, so he was sure to keep his dark eyes open.
He snarled some more as the woman came towards him, touching his arm and saying that he looked like he was freezing. "Really? You got that, did you? Oh, you're a genius!" He said, sounding extremely sarcastic. A boy who was on the ground and shivering uncontrollably, his lips blue as well as his fingers (from frostbite) was very obviously freezing. Jeez, she was just some ditsy girl, wasn't she? None of the pretty girls had brains, after all. At least, not in his experiences.
"Go away. I don't need your help, or anyone else's help. Leave me alone." He ordered, his tone none too kind as he glared at her. However, he had to admit that the thought of being warmed up again was very appealing. But he had some serious issues when it came to accepting help from other people. He was certain that someday he'd be the death of himself, because he refused to let others help him. He wouldn't have been too surprised if today was that day._________________________________________
Words: 340
Mood: Good
Notes: Nada [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Sept 26, 2009 17:59:46 GMT -8
"Oh, for gods sake," an annoyed Marian admonished, taking the Lord's name in vain (this would be the Outlaw's influence on her; she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, yet.) as she looked down at Gabriel. He was so pale, and blue, and he was an idiot. A stupid, male, idiot, though it was a bit redudant to lump those words together: weren't all males stupid and idiotic? "Would you rather you and I cozy up together? I'm sure that'd warm you up just fine, as well," the young outlaw muttered nastily.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Sept 28, 2009 15:32:08 GMT -8
He was truly disgraceful. Did this male wish to die? Oh, and how he mocked her… Yes, she wanted to help him, but she did not wish to help someone that did not want to be helped. Her hold on the wooden bowl faltered slightly before she rose, slowly, back onto her feet. “Oh, then, I see,” she said, her words hesitant; Aithne’s charming smile disappearing from her face. Aithne took a step back, with her eyes still glued to him. Unappreciated was she, and she knew it. Maybe she should have thought about not having human contact, so that she wouldn’t feel like helping every person that seemed to have a problem. She could just simply look around her house for plants that were seasonal and there year round… make antidotes for herself… maybe she could even start a shop.
No, that wouldn’t work. People would begin to wonder why such a ‘beautiful young woman’ would be living there, by herself with no husband. Wow -- it was funny how you could have an entire revelation in just a few seconds. Her head turned; her eyes immediately looked down. Aithne was thinking; thoughts bubbled in her head. There was no way she could make him take the medicine that would, most possibly, save him… so, if he wanted to die, then all she could do was respect that, right? Right.
She looked over toward the other man with strange features, and her eyes showed a look of perplexity. Aithne pulled her hooded cloak closer to her and she felt a few more raindrops trickle down her face. Slowly she turned until her back was facing the man on the ground, and she began to walk away. Obviously, her skills weren’t needed here… Or, rather, whatever skills she thought she possessed.
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… mood: Lethargic.
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Post by Gabriel Camus on Sept 29, 2009 7:50:07 GMT -8
Gabriel snarled at Marty at her words, annoyed because it was obvious that she thought he was being stupid. Okay, maybe he was being a little bit stupid, but still. "No, of course not!" He said, his voice laced in disgust as she asked whether he'd rather she curled up with him. Of course, the disgust was just to hurt her feelings. While the thought was a little less appealing to him then eating/drinking whatever the healer woman wanted him to, that was mostly only because she was dressed like a boy. He was a man, and curling up with a woman to stay warm wasn't as disgusting as he'd made it sound, though he'd rather not even do that. Since Marty looked like a man, he'd much rather drink whatever the healer woman wanted him to, but he didn't want to accepted her help. His male pride was maybe just a little bigger then most were.
Gabriel was still shivering uncontrollably, but a moment later the shaking stopped altogether, and that, he knew, was a very bad sign. "Hold on," He snarled after the healer woman, not because he was angry at her, but because he was fighting with his will to live and his reluctance (for lack of better word) to accept help. Life pretty much sucked anyway, death wouldn't be so bad, but now that he was getting closer to it, he didn't really want to. Who cares if it meant he had to start being nice (or at least, a little bit nicer) to these two women? He could do that, couldn't he? He'd probably never see either of them again. "...Okay." He grumbled unhappily, finally agreeing to let her help him._________________________________________
Words: 306
Mood: Good
Notes: *Gasp* HE SWALLOWED HIS PRIDE! xD [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Sept 29, 2009 14:23:40 GMT -8
Good, that made two of them, Marty thought as Gabriel vehemently vetoed the cuddle-up-together idea, though the venom that was laced in his voice wasn't as frightful as it might have been. It was hard to be intimidated by a man down on the ground and looking as blue as he did. No, pity, concern, even contempt, that was easier to come by. Marian was more mad, though - she had gone through all this trouble to help him, and here help was, and the idiot fool was actually refusing it. Men! she wanted to shout as she glowered down at Gabriel. They were such gits. Ordering others to do this, don't do that, acting on their own stupid male pride, willing to die for the sake of honor and other such foolish notions. And this man was really starting to get on her nerves. So what if he was somehow hurt or injured or whatever, he was being a real jerkhole, and this business of ordering the other woman to "hold on" as if her only job in the world was to obey his every whim - oh, the nerve. At least he used it as a prelude to accepting aid, though he took his d*** fine long business going about it.
"Finally," she muttered.
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Post by Demyth Chalfon on Nov 19, 2009 20:39:10 GMT -8
((Gabriel and Demy reply together, because Gabe's alone wouldn't make a whole post, and I'm lazy at the moment. Too lazy to double post)) Gabriel looked up, and stared after the woman as she continued to walk away, ignoring his request for her to wait. Truthfully, he couldn't really blame her. He was an ass. He should have known that one of these days his jerkiness would be the death of him, like when someone refused to treat him because he'd been too mean to them. He stared after Aithne for a few moments as she walked away, tempted to yell after her to wait, maybe even bed her to help him, but at the same time he knew that he had too much pride for that. Gabriel sighed, letting his head fall back to the ground, as he'd been lifting it to stare after Aithne. He stared up at the dark sky which was pouring rain down on them now, blinking when one hit his icy blue eyes. Finally Gabriel shut his eyes, feeling tired and feeling the will to sleep. He was well away that that was a bad thing, and he would likely never wake up, but he was finding it hard to care. A few moments later his body relaxed and he was asleep, and Marty wouldn't be able to wake up him considering she tried.Demy huddled in his cloak, feeling sad that it was raining, and feeling lonely, too. There was a certain herb that he knew grew around her, and he'd desired it so he'd come all the way here, only to get rained on. Oh well, it would be worth it once he found the plant. He squinted through the rain, spotting a figure walking towards him up ahead. Demy stayed silent as he passed the dark haired woman, wondering what she was doing out here in the rain, but he wasn't about to ask her, as she was a random stranger. Instead he just continued walking, ignoring the feel of the cold rain on whatever amounts of his skin were left bare.
After walking for about five minutes, he came across an odd sight. A young boy, perhaps seventeen seemed to be sleeping on the ground, and another man was just standing there. He frowned as he drew closer, staring at the sleeping boy, alarmed by how pale his skin looked, and by how his body was shivering. "Hey...is he okay?" He asked the other man quietly, coming to a stop and frowning down at the unconscious boy. He didn't inspect the other man just yet, too worried about why a boy was sleeping in the road, in the rain, looking pale and not even wearing a blanket to keep himself warm._________________________________________
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 22, 2009 17:36:30 GMT -8
Well, well, well. What a surprise. It seemed that this particular Sherwood road was quite popular todayt, Marian thought as she noticed yet another person show up.
"Hey...is he okay?" the new man called out as Marty herself went into a slightly defensive position. His particular line of inquiry gave her a moment's pause, and she looked at him, considering.
Was the man beneath her okay? He'd previously collapsed, gone incredibly cold, and had had to be hauled all over the place. Not to mention he'd taken a tumble off a horse and landed on the ground, and right now he was currently sleeping. Was he okay? Probably not.
"I very seriously doubt his condition could be classified as 'okay,'" Marian told the man seriously. "I rather think that 'doing quite poorly' sums his condition up a good deal better."
She looked him over once, and then looked at his face, her eyes seeking his in an effort to make eyes meet. "What do you want?" she asked him evenly. Why bother asking who he was, when he could commit actions just as well nameless as with a name.
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