Fashion Statement {OPEN}

[Will Scarlet]

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cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

What Robin didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him and Robin certainly didn’t need to know about this. The man was the very definition of a nosy parker in Will’s mind. Don’t do this, don’t do that and for God’s sake, don’t get caught.

Well, Will had to agree with the last item on the list. Getting arrested by the sheriff and his men was not fun and it was rather embarrassing to boot. Oh, and there was this tiny little detail about the boy maintaining his freedom, as it was the thing most precious too him. Will was not rich in material goods and that was just as well, as he had no use for them. His fine hat, a pair of boots and a red cloak or two were his most treasured material possessions, but freedom? It was illusive and could be snatched at any second from him. He knew and he loved it dearly. No one could take it from him if he could help it, but that was just the thing. He knew that sometimes he wouldn’t be able to help it and that scared it.

It wasn’t like he was going to admit that fact to anyone, though, not even himself. He was Will Scarlet the fearless, Will Scarlet the brave, Will Scarlet the invincible and that was a title he intended to live up to and maintain. There was one thing that Will wasn’t: sane. He wasn’t careful, thoughtful or quiet, either, but that was another story. He was rather sneaky and clever though, and that was coming in handy tonight. Tonight he was going to have fun, tonight was going to be a night on the town, tonight he was going to sneak out while Robin wasn’t watching.

But he wasn’t completely stupid, in fact, he wasn’t stupid at all, contrary to popular belief in Sherwood. He was going in disguise of a farmer, even though he loathed how drab and colorless his clothing was. Ah well, he wasn’t one to blow cover…deliberately.

At first he had climbed out of the muddy hole he had stumbled into with disgust. This gillies made him feel so short and…Scottish. Ugh, the mud was swishing in between his toes as he walked now. People actually lived like this? How? Why? Why didn’t they just stand up and rebel, like he had done. Why let others walk all over you? It was senseless? But if he was going to pass as a peasant, he was not only going to have to look like one, but he was going to have to act like it too. And so, realizing that he could not longer be Will Scarlet, he pranced into the pub, mud covering his legs up to his knees. No problem, right? Seriously, he could wash it all off later and forget about it. Right now he was going to enjoy himself.

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 502
listening to: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: i've got muse !
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[Gabriel Camus]

The slight breeze ruffled his hair slightly, though he ignored it. It felt good to be outside right now at this hour, the moon high in the star-littered sky overhead. He felt completely at peace right now, which didn't happen to him often. He much preferred to be outside at night when there weren't so many people around to bother him. For him, the only good thing about the day was that it was easier to people-watch, if that was what he felt like doing at that given time. At night he usually just felt like wandering around and enjoying the night air until he felt like finding a roof to sleep on, or going back to his house. Sometimes he was just too lazy to walk all the way home.

However, tonight Gabriel was following someone. Why? He wasn't sure, to be honest. Maybe it was boredom, maybe he felt like robbing some random guy he didn't know. Or maybe he just felt curious and wanted to know where a dirty man dressed in a farmer's outfit was going. The man seemed uncomfortable, that much was obvious to Gabe. After people-watching as much as he did, it became pretty easy to realize when someone didn't feel very comfortable. Gabe guessed it was because of the man's dirty clothes that he was wearing that made him feel so uncomfortable, but he couldn't be sure why the man was uncomfortable. It's not like he could read minds.

Gabriel kept to the shadows, of trees, of buildings, of bushes and kept his distance from the man, not wanting to be detected. However, as the man entered a bar he was at a loss. Did he really want to follow the man somewhere where there could be other people as well? Gabe wasn't so sure, and he just stayed hidden and stared at the pub for quite a few minutes, debating with himself. Finally he decided he could use a drink and moved forward, the moonlight turning his dark hair silvery as he walked across the street until he reached the pub. He hesitated outside of it for only a second before walking inside, his dark blue eyes scanning the faces and looking for the man he had been following subtly.

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Words: 396
Mood: Quite good =)
Notes: Well that sucks, that no one replied to this for so long!

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[Will Scarlet]

xx

cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

He pulled himself up onto a stool by the counter, looking around the room with a keen eye, scanning it for anyone potentially "fun". Of course, any individual could turn out to be one evening of entertainment for Will, but not necessarily for the other person involved. That was one of the downsides to spending time with Will; he often benefited from the pain of others and he did so with such pride that it made him even more obnoxious, if that was indeed possible. If anyone found a way to make Will Scarlet even more annoying than he was now, that person would be hailed as a genius and then promptly executed, least he let the secret out. No one needed to make Will any worse than he already was.

"So what'll be tonight?" Wheezed a greasy-looking barman. At first, Will recoiled in horror, but he recovered within seconds, resting his elegantly-sculpted face on his hands as he fixed the barman with an unwavering stare. He took his time before replying, idly wondering if nature could manage to get a man any filthier than this amazing specimen. Honestly, was it even possible to avoid taking a bath for years on end?

With the mental caliber of these folk, probably.

Putting on his most convincing peasant slang, his voice already halfway slurred, but still more articulate than the average, everyday serf, he drawled.

"I dun't kno'." He glanced lazily around the pub. "Whatever's open, I guess. Jus' give it to me, now." He would have liked to have drawn his dagger at this point or to have pulled out a handful of coins and start throwing it carelessly in the air, knowing that it was more money than these peasants had seen in all their lives put together.

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 295
listening to: summer of '69 by bryan adams
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: will strikes again

[Gabriel Camus]

It didn't take Gabriel long to spot the man he'd been following, sitting down and seemingly engaged in a conversation with the bartender. Or maybe just ordering a drink. Whichever, it sure seemed to be taking the man a while to make up his mind. Gabe considered turning around and leaving then, knowing he was probably going to regret having followed the man later. However, instead he just took a seat a few seats away from the man, nodding towards some beer, not even bothering to open his mouth.

Gabriel wasn't a very social person, and he was uncomfortable around this many people. He stared only at the beer that was set in front of him, not letting his eyes wander to scan the crowd. Gabe didn't like being in large crowds of people, which is why his decision to follow the man into the bar was strange. However, it was too late now. He watched the man out of the corner of his eye, frowning as he thought. He inhaled through his nose and suddenly gagged as he scented something horrible. "Ew, what the hell, man!? I've come across rotting bodies that smell better than you!" Gabriel said to Will, completely serious. The only thing was that he was assuming that it was Will that he smelled, when in reality it could have been just about anyone in the bar that he smelled.

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Words: About 250
Mood: Horrible, rotten, punt kittens to the moon kind of mood.
Notes: Gabe is so weird xD He's not gay, don't worry.

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[Will Scarlet]

xx

cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

The outlaw spun around on his stool, staring straight at the man who had spoken. Even this early in the game, he could read his introvert nature in his very face. Will was good at that type of thing. He could tell just from looking at him that this guy didn’t talk much. Maybe it was the rasp of rare usage that his voice had developed that gave him away. Still, Will had his number after he had first opened his mouth and he grinned, revealing his mouth full of straight, gleaming white teeth. He was no farmer, judging by his mouth. He wasn’t insulting, he was jumping at the opportunity that presented itself. He never missed one, after all.

“And just what would you be doing with rotting bodies, boy?” Will demanded, raising his eyebrows. His Scottish brogue was still firmly in place; it wasn’t like he was going to drop it just because someone knew had decided to speak to him, but then odd, seemingly insignificant things had affected his judgment in the past. “So what if I smell, don’t tell me you’ve never tasted the sweet sensation that his cattle feces mixed in with a good cabbage broth.” He leered and then snorted in the most uncouth manner he could master. Inwardly, he was enjoying himself, knowing that he was being absolutely disgusting. The latter was not a recent hobby of his, as he had been in practice since he had been a young boy, but it never got old.

He sniffed, then turned away from the boy. “The name’s Martin Flubber.” He grunted, without waiting for the boy to introduce himself. He probably wouldn’t try, not after Will’s proclamation, but that was all right. Tonight was borrowing Martin Foster’s name and that in itself was an unanticipated thrill. If only Marty-boy knew, he would be so vexed and that would make Will unbelievable encouraged. If nothing else, matching “Flubber” with “Martin” was great fun.

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 338
listening to: walk this way by aerosmith
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: none

[Gabriel Camus]

Gabriel sighed as the man actually turned to him and begun talking. He stayed silent at first, waiting for the man to shut up and leave him to his thoughts, but to his surprise the man just kept talking...and even introduced himself. Great, was he expected to carry out a conversation with this man now? He definitely regretted having followed the man. He'd just been looking for a little fun, and he did not consider talking to be fun. He considered just completely ignoring the man, but it annoyed him that the man called him 'boy'. However, he wisely decided to ignore the first part the man, Martin or whatever he said his name, had said.

He slowly turned to face the man, fixing him with an icy stare. "You know, it's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're an idiot then open it and remove all doubt." He said, his voice cold and quiet, as was his usual. "Which, by the way, you just did." He knew the man was trying to disgust him, and while it did work, he refused to show it, just continuing to stare at the man darkly. He took another sip of his drink and glared at the man. "So it would probably be in your best interest to shut your mouth." Gabe said, shrugging and turning away from the man. He did not tell the man his name, either, as he saw no reason why it was absolutely necessary for the man to know his name. He did not plan on staying around the man for very long, after all.

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Words: 284
Mood: Better than before, but still eh.
Notes: None.

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[Will Scarlet]

xx

cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

So this man was Mister Stony-face icy-eyes, was he? Not a problem, Will could offer him the same treatment. Carefully plotting out a plan of action, he raised his mug to his lips, drinking deeply, letting the alcohol burn its way down his throat, ignoring its potency as it threatened to make his eyes water. He couldn’t have that, especially not right now, not while he was posing as a farmer experienced in this field. But that wasn’t the point! He, Will Scarlet, was experienced in the field of drinking. Or at least, in his mind, seeing as he could still count the number of times he had been truly drunk on one hand.

“Really?” He drawled, loathing the way his Scottish Brogue sounded over his tongue. “And whoever said being an idiot was a bad thing?” He belched, purposely, then continued his rambling, rather pointless education of the stranger. “Besides, who defined the word idiot? Was it you? Then you’re a conceited, worthless boy, that’s what you are.” He pointed a finger at his unfriendly companion, rocking the stool he was sitting on, aiming to appear off-kilter already. “You gonna make me?”

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 212
listening to: the love actually trailer
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: it's short...meh and meh again

[Gabriel Camus]

Gabriel turned away from the man, hoping that once the man realized he wasn't all that friendly he'd leave him alone. This was what happened to most talkative, over-friendly types. If they tried to talk to him, he'd just insult them back. Or glare at them. Usually it scared them away pretty quickly. Not to say that he necessarily thought that he was scary, but in his experience it made people uncomfortable if you ignored them for no reason. Or glared at them. Or insulted him. And that was exactly why he did it. He didn't like people, most were useless and just got in his way. His whole plan for the future was just to live one day at a time and overcome the obstacles thrown at him...most of which would probably be people trying to change him.

A moment later he turned to slowly face the annoying man again, sighing in exasperation. How long was it going to take him to 'scare' this man away? Honestly, Gabe was tired of talking with this brainless moron. He raised his eyes brows at the man as he asked whoever said being an idiot was a bad thing. He could only stare at the man, as he couldn't think of a reply to such a stupid question at first. "Oh, well if you're happy being an idiot, then all the power to you." He muttered, shaking his head and not caring if the man heard him or not. At the man's next words, he nearly slapped himself on the forehead. Surely the man must be joking. "...Did I define the word 'idiot'?" He repeated, staring at the man once more as if expecting him to say that he was joking. "Is it really possible for someone to be that stupid? No, I didn't define the word 'idiot', you brainless moron!" He snapped, quickly losing his patience.

This was a surprise. Usually he was the one scaring people off, but he wasn't sure how much longer he would last if this man kept it up. Really, he'd never met such a stupid man in his life. Gabriel had never considered himself to be a genius, or anything close, but compared to this brainless man, he really was. However, a smirk came to his lips as the man asked if he was going to make him shut up. "Believe me, you'd better hope I don't." Really it was just an empty threat. While Gabe would love to kill this man, since it would be so easy, he was not about to do that. Just because this man was stupid and seriously getting on his nerves did not mean he deserved to die...also, last time he'd used his gift he'd gotten frostbite and hypothermia, and neither had been very pleasant. Especially since he'd had to depend on a woman disguised as a man to take him to a healer. His pride would never recover from a blow like that.

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Words: 524
Mood: Very good and muse-full =D
Notes: Boy, Will is annoying!

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[Will Scarlet]

xx

cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

Grinning widely, which unfortunately revealed all of his white, gleaming, perfectly straight and well-aligned teeth. In previous disguises, he had learned how to pain them various colors, causing him to look more like the peasant he was trying to appear as, but he had just been too lazy to go all-out tonight. What was the point? Even if he was recognized, he could always run laughing from the pub. It would be funny and besides, he could make his teeth crooked. Well, he could technically, but that sort of thing would be both painful and against his policy of general vanity regarding himself and his possessions. But, anyway, back to the topic at hand.

This boy was asking for it and he had been asking for it from second one. He should have known the moment he dared to come and sit in the same bar as Will that he was going to get his arse kicked. Or, wait, a minute, he shouldn't have, because no one was supposed to know who Will really was under his disguise. Whatever, he still would have to pay for wanting, for daring, to share the same air as Will. It was his air, d*** it, and he didn't like when it went in through other people's nostrils! That sort of thing was disgusting, anyway.

"Is that really the best you can do, you pikey nancy-boy?" He grinned again. There was nothing like getting a little tipsy in a pub for lowlifes, because with the lowlifes came the opportunity to insult them and Will never missed an opportunity to insult anybody, no matter who they were. Why even Robin was at the mercy of his unruly, rogue tongue. There was no telling when Will was going to be profane enough to make the Sheriff of Nottingham surrender himself and lay himself at the mercy of the Merry Men, kissing the ground before their feet. Will rather liked that version, especially if the ground was muddy -- then the Sheriff would get plenty of mud in his mouth. And yes, he would kiss the ground and would continue kissing the ground as far as the young outlaw was concerned. He didn't need the man's filthy mouth all over his nice, freshly and highly polished boots, did he? He didn't want any man's mouth on any of his possessions, while he was on the subject.

But once again, back to the matter at hand...

"What would you say." He began, holding his mug with one hand and swaying slightly. He wasn't drunk, not yet, anyway, but he liked giving the impression he was. It always rested so well with whomever he was conversing with...not. "If I said you were an uphill gardener." He smirked at his own joke, but then his smirk became a lopsided smile and he could not contain his laughter and he let out a loud cackle. "I mean," He continued, recovering a little, "what kind of a man stares at a farmer like me'self from across a pub?" He chuckled to himself again and then added, "You pillock."

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 545
listening to: nothing, at the moment
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: hyper, inventive
notes: will is awesome, as is british slang

[Gabriel Camus]

Gabriel blinked in slight surprise at the man, slightly surprised with the turn this conversation had taken. It had mostly started off with Gabe trying to end it by scaring the other man away, which mostly consisted of insulting him until he couldn't take it anymore, but now he was the one being insulted. Was the man testing him, or something like that? Testing to see if he'd be scared off instead. While Gabriel was tempted to just get up and leave before he did something he'd regret, like kill the man, he couldn't do that. That would be letting the stupid, excuse of a man win. Gabe just couldn't do that, not so soon anyways. Besides, he was pretty immune to insults. It wasn't uncommon for people to call him a devil-child, or odd insults like that when they found out about his 'curse' as they called it. He thought of it more as a gift. He didn't see how they could compare him with the devil's child, as wouldn't the devil's child's ability have something to do with fire, not ice? Oh well, anyways...

"I can't believe you won't shut up." He grumbled, more to himself than the man, feeling very tempted to bash his own head off the counter. Or to bash the man's head off the counter. That was a much more appealing thought. "Oh, don't be so full of yourself," He said, raising his voice slightly to actually address the annoying man. Marty, or whatever he'd said his name was. "You're really not that great." He finished, not turning to look at the man as he spoke. He was getting on Gabe's nerves, though he was doing his best to rein in his anger and remain calm. "Besides, why would anyone want to stare at you? I see nothing great about you." He said, finally turning his dark stare on the man. "Besides, you sound like you think being homosexual is a bad thing, as you're using it as an insult. How very stereotypical." He said, shaking is head. "That's awful. What a horrible, self-centered man you are." He finished, shrugging. He didn't deny it as the man called him gay, but he didn't admit to it either. He wasn't, but if the man thought he considered being called gay as an insult, then he was sadly mistaken.

Gabriel was also much more observant then he seemed to be. "You know, the only attractive thing about you is your teeth. You're a farmer, you said? How ever do you get such gleaming white teeth?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he smirked at the man. It was obvious that he didn't believe that the man was a farmer. He completely ignored all of Marty's insults, though it took a great deal of restraint to do so.

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Words: 516
Mood: Content
Notes: He is very original, I'll give you that.

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[Will Scarlet]

xx

cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

“Believe it; it will take longer any other way.” He quipped, very quickly. He had no time for dwelling on the bygone and brushing through it with a fine-toothed comb, over and other, until the matter had been dissolved into hair so fine that it turned to dust at the touch of a man’s hand. The outlaw had much more entertaining matters to attend to and many more insults and put-downs he needed to throw at his victims, ‘ere the sun set. Whatever this boy did or did not believe, Will was not about to shut up, least it be for only a moment for dramatic effect. Ah, yes, theatrical appeal, what could be more charming about him, if it wasn’t already his enchanting charm and disarming wit. This wasn’t a mask he put in place every time he spoke because he wanted to create merriment in his own waggish way or because he wanted to laugh to forget a troubled past. This was how he was…all the time. Take it or leave it, but for those who had to interact with him, pity was definitely in order. Will Scarlet could be a noble-born, not-so-noble brat.

“So, I take it I bother you?” Will made to confirm, a nefarious glint of pleased-with-himself mischief showing in those light, light brown eyes. They were most peculiar, not truly brown, but not breeching hazel either. Whatever their color, they gave so much away. After all, what did he have to hide, with the exception of his identity, which he was usually was exceedingly proud and flaunted to sheer acrobatic heights. “I use everything as an insult…haven’t you noticed that?” He wiggled his eyebrows, once again flashing those perfectly straight, alabaster teeth. “Want to hear more, princess?” He gave a pert grin, “Go shake your ears, you Peg-a-Ramsey. Rub your chin with crumbs, thou sheep-biter. Sneck up and away to Tartar, why don’t you?”

He fixed what he sincerely hoped to be an offended expression on his youthful face. “Why, Penthesilea, was thou not listening? I am a king…King of Goats!” He concluded, slapping his thighs and taking another great swig of his drink. “And what be your daily tasks, Lady Pious? Are you a handmaiden, perhaps? A hairdresser?”

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 414
listening to: you raise me up by celtic thunder
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: will is still awesome, as is shakespearean slang

[Gabriel Camus]

Gabriel sighed in annoyance, glaring at the man. He just really wasn't going to shut up and leavehim alone, as he? What did he do to deserve this? He should have just kept his mouth about the man stinking. It probably hadn't even been him he was smelling, but all because he'd felt the need to try embarrass the man for smelling so awful, he was being tortured. Yes, tortured. He felt a horrible need to whip his glass at the man's head to make him shut up. That idea was horrible appealing. He debated with himself for a few moments, his hand closing around his glass. However, in the end he just raised it to his lips and took another drink. If this man didn't shut up soon, then he would throw the glass at the man's head, but for now he held back.

"Don't you bother everyone?" He asked halfheartedly, still glaring at the man. Was he actually proud of himself for bothering him? It sure looked like it. "Don't you have anything better to do then make everyone around you wish they were deaf?" He asked, taking another drink. He just grumbled as the man asked whether he'd noticed that he turned everything into an insult. Bad insults, sure, but annoying ones. It wasn't really the fact that he was being insulted that bothered him, just the fact that the man wouldn't shut up. He groaned as Marty asked whether he wanted to hear more, and called him a princess at the same time. Gabe decided to ignore the insult. "Not really, but go ahead. I suspect you will anyways, and I enjoy the way the sound of your voice is making my ears bleed." He said. Not that his ears were actually bleeding, but it got his point across: That Marty's voice was annoying.

After that, Gabriel sort of droned out, instead letting his own thoughts block out the man's irritating voice. He shouldn't be so far from Charlotte right now, he knew that, but he'd needed a break from her, too. She was only slightly less annoying than this man. Still, at the moment he'd much rather her company then the man's. Still, he'd have to get back soon. She needed him to protect her, and he suspected that if anything happened to her he'd feel guilty about it. Plus that would mean he wouldn't get paid. The prospect of getting paid was the only thing that kept him hanging around her.

Finally he snapped out of his reverie, turning his attention back on the man. He heard the man's last few words and just blinked, a little confused with that the man was saying. Not that he really wanted to know. Finally he decided he'd had enough of the man's voice and he suddenly lifted his now empty glass and whipped it the short distance at the man's head. He hoped it didn't miss.

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Words: 524
Mood: Not bad
Notes: Sorry this took so long, but I finally got the muse to reply to it <)

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[Will Scarlet]

xx

cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

“Bother?” Will demanded, his voice rising a bit and his thick Scottish brogue faltering slightly, revealing an undertone of artificial manufacturing that it had been conjured with. “I do not bother people, I entertain them, or rather, I entertain myself. It is an art higher than that of one that any peasant boy like you could devise.” Suddenly he stopped, sitting absolutely still, realizing what he had said. That hadn’t sounded like the speech of a farmer at all. No, farmers spoke with rougher speech than the refined mannerisms of a nobleman who had taken to living in the woods. And he cringed. He had meant to mentally cringe, of course, but afraid, his awareness of his mistake showed on his fair-skinned, unblemished face, thus adding another error to the list. Yet he held his self-conscious expression for but a moment and then he was wildly searching for something to cover up his mistakes. Ah yes…

He threw back his head and belched loudly, letting his entire upper body wing forward, seemingly out of control, onto the bar. He let his nose droop into his glance and stuck his tongue out, catching some of the alcohol on the tip and pausing just a moment to savor it. But not! Farmers didn’t savor anything delicately. He needed to stop thinking like Will Scarlet and start thinking like a one-name farmer. He opened his mouth to apologize rudely, but then realized that a true farmer wouldn’t apologize at all. In fact, he probably won’t think anything of it. And therefore, Will would do as well in imitation of one, “Martin Flubber”.

With a flash of blonde hair, Will jerked his head around at the boy and studied him intensely for a moment. And in that moment, he memorized every little detail of the boy’s face, but his purpose was not to fix the image of the lad in his mind, but to pause suspenseful for dramatic effect. When he spoke, it was with great wonder in his voice.

“What is that on your face? It looks a bit like it’s crumbling. And it’s sort of like a slug at the same time. No, it looks more like raw meat with maggots digging through it. Or a wild boar.” He pointed with the forefinger of his right hand for emphasis, squinted and then threw back his head and laughed. “Oh but of course, there isn’t anything on your face—that is your face!” He grinned and rocked back and forth in his seat, laughing as if what he had said was funniest thing he had ever heard in his life.

In the mist of all this laughing, he felt something hard and very solid smash into the side of his head and he looked up, still smiling and giggling in time to see the boy with a raised arm. Then came the sound of a shattering glass behind him. The smile slid off Will’s face. He didn’t even have to turn around to see where the glass had hit, for he knew instantly what had happened and he knew how to fix the situation.

Unfortunately, that meant revealing that he wasn’t a farmer and he wasn’t even aware that would happen.

“Why, you little—.”

But he didn’t finish, he was already out of his seat and swinging wildly at the insolent boy who had dared to strike him. His blows were often accurate and effective, despite his relatively small build. Needless to say, Will was not to be underestimated when it came to any contest of fighting and this was no exception.

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 629
listening to: accidentally in love by counting crows
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: excellent
notes: ...

[Gabriel Camus]

Of course, Gabriel noticed the way the man's accent fell away and his words became those of a higher class than a farmer, as the man seemed to be. Gabriel was very observant with small things like this, because human behavior was what he knew the most about. Why? Because he enjoyed people-watching when he was bored, and you learn a lot of things about human behavior while people-watching. However, Gabriel didn't really react much. He turned to face the man, his expression one of boredom. He'd had his suspicions that the man wasn't really the lowly farmer before, when he'd noticed how absolutely perfect the man's teeth were. He completely ignored the insults directed at him, because it was amusing to watch the barely concealed horror in the other man's eyes when he realized that his accent had fallen away, and his whole disguise of being a lowly farmer along with it.

He just continued to watch the man, wondering what he would do to try recover in disguise, and then gave Marty a look of half disgust and half amusement as he let out a large belch, his body swinging forward as if out of control. He shook his head at the man, just staring at him with the sole look of disgust on his face now. However, he raised his eyebrows as Marty asked what was on his face and then went on and on about what it looked like. He realized right away that Marty was insulting him, but he wasn't very impressed by it. "Oh, aren't you clever." He said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Lucky for you that brains aren't everything. Now why don't you shut up and leave air for us more important people?" Gabriel suggested, mocking grin on his face as he glared at the man.

He watched as the glace bounced off the man's head and shattered to the ground, noticed that the man planned on swinging his fist at him. Fortunately for Gabriel, he was quick and good at fight as well. He'd never been good with weapons such as a sword or bow and arrow, but knives or hand to hand he could handle. As soon as the man leaped to his feet, Gabriel slid off his chair, crouching so that the fist flew over his head, and then came up hard with his own fist aimed for the man's chin, aiming to knock his head back and make him stumble backwards. The whole while Gabriel had a cruel sort of grin on his face, decided that he would enjoy teaching this man not to be so fucking annoying to random strangers.

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Words: 466
Mood: Annoyed
Notes: Rien

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[Will Scarlet]

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cruising to a bar on the shore
her pictures grace grim on the door

It didn’t even take Will a second to react to the blow dealt him by the boy. It took him longer and it was because of that he fell to the ground spectacularly, his head snapping back painfully. In fact, he had collided forcefully with the floor before he realized he had been hit. Shaking his head as if that would help him clear his mind after the boy’s fist had made contact with his chin. He scrambled up again before rushing into the fray again. He didn’t way very much for a man and therefore, he was easily knocked off his feet, but that didn’t mean he was a poor fighter. Indeed, the only thing he was poor in was common decency. Besides, it was as if he had needed a “warm up”, which made him realize just what the boy could do. His level of fighting was no difficulty, for Will had taken out men much older, much stronger and much more skilled than the boy before.

He swung his knotted fist in a well-aimed left uppercut, then spun around and kicked at his opponent’s stomach before leaping away, nearly losing his footing on one of the nearby chairlegs. Getting a running start, he sprang up on the counter, like a cat that was almost too heavy to haul himself onto a table. Ignoring the angry speak of the barman, Will leapt to the mantle above the fireplace and pulled two longswords out the sheaths in which they had been displayed in out, one after the other. One, the better one, he kept in his right hand, but the other, he tossed hap-hazardly over the heads of the men below, who looked as though they were seriously considering joining in the fight.

Will grinned, his feet moving to the familiar en garde position. His blade moved out in front of him as he prepared to defend himself. He even felt a twinge of guilt as he whipped the sword through the air unexpectedly, the sound of spring steel cutting through the air an ever-so-familiar, sweet sound to his ears. This boy was going up against the best swordsman in all of England, who was he kidding? He was going to get his ass kicked, no question, for swordsmanship and fencing were second nature to Will by now. He was almost a prodigy. As sure as Robin could hit a target from a league away, Will would handle just as much when he came to fighting with swords.

“What? Never seen a serf with a blade before?” He mocked, swinging his weapon around casually, showing utter comfort with the blade before he brought himself into en garde position once more, still atop the counter.

backstage we're having the time of our lives
forgive me if i seem out of line

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word count: 452
listening to: dirty little secret by all-american rejects
lyrics credit: dude looks like a lady by aerosmith
mood: pretty good
notes: none