Post by Alek on May 2, 2006 16:17:17 GMT -5
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posted on 2-5-2006 at 02:28 PM
Robin Hood|I'm A Soldier Now, But That Doesn't Change Us.|Maid Marian Needed
OOC|| Yes, I'm well aware that Robin Hood is more than a movie, but as far as this roleplay goes, I'm basing it off the stuff I get from the movie. Because it owns. And because I'm listening to the soundtrack. And because I don't know where else to put this. So rawr.
BIC||
"Robin!"
The youth's reaction made it difficult to determine if he had heard the cry, for he kept striding forward, bow clasped in his left hand, the fingers of his right hand playing idly on the string. A good number of arrows resided on his back, each of which was made by himself (something he would admit with a good deal of pride if asked). Robin of Locksley was a young man who rarely did things for himself, being so heavily spoiled by his father.
He was used to getting whatever he wanted, no questions asked. He didn't work for anything other than his arrows, and he enjoyed it so much that the thought of "work" had never crossed Robin's mind. His father had, therefore, highly encouraged him to make the arrows and had even called in a teacher for Robin. In weeks, his skills surpassed the highly paid man, and he continued his lessons alone.
The woman continued to call for her charge, but knew the instant he had announced he was leaving that there was no calling him back. She knew where he was going, as did every other maid in the manor. They knew what was going on with the young man when even he didn't, and the day he actually figured it out would certainly be a day to remember.
The walk got shorter each time he took it, and a grin crossed Robin's face at the sight that greeted him. The manor in the background, yes, but it was the sight of his friend that made him smile. Running up to the other teen, he promptly launched himself onto his back, tackling him, sending both of them into the dirt.
Their wrestling match lasted for several minutes, and eventually a truce was called, and the boys sat back to laugh at each other and catch their breath.
Peter was like a brother to him, and Robin couldn't think of a time when they hadn't been friends. They'd met in the woods between their estates, he knew that, but anything that had happened before then completely eluded him. Both of the boys had dark hair, worn in the same style - short, unlike most boys their age. Hair in one's eyes got in the way of aim, and Robin could not begin to fathom keeping something around that would ruin his expertise in the area. Peter... well, Peter did anything Robin did.
"Have you told your father about the Crusades yet?" Peter asked, earning a scoff from his friend, who had sprawled on his back, staring up at the nearly perfect sky.
"Oh, not yet. If I tell him too soon then he'll forbid me from going-"
"And you'll let that stop you?" He interrupted, and a smirk came to Robin's face as he shook his head slightly.
"Of course not, but I doubt that he would restrain from breaking one of my arms so I would be no good to the King." And yet, he spoke with a sort of dull admiration... his father was a man that Robin could certainly idolize, even if he did not support the Holy Wars that Robin wanted so badly to take place in.
"Maybe he would do all of us a favor and break your neck instead." The sassy comment, along with the voice and the scent that was wafted into the air, made the teen shoot up from where he had been lying, hazel eyes landing on two female figures who stood a good number of paces away from the boys. For a moment, speechless, Robin could only sit there, though that was quickly wiped away when he remembered himself.
"Ah, my lady, surely you would miss me?" He asked, pushing himself up to his feet and facing her, moving forward to close part of the gap between them. The irritation that flickered in her bold eyes made his smile only grow; young Marian had certainly come to be his favorite girl to pick on, where it had once been the maid that stood behind her. Marian had a certain... strength about her. She fought back, refused to let him keep the upper hand when he had taken it.