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| Darkened Alleys [Will] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 9 2010, 02:40 PM (330 Views) | |
| Devlin Tiernan | Aug 9 2010, 02:40 PM Post #1 |
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[imported from v2] Dev: Evening was just beginning to settle over the city and, having taken his leave of the young woman he rescued from the clutches of the rude man at the pub, Devlin had a couple of hours yet before he was expected back to Sir Gavin's place for the night. It was one of those rare occasions that he was given a half day's break from training, and he wanted to use his time as wisely as possible. Fitting in as much activity as possible. Though, so far, it had been going a bit more eventful than usual. Which didn't bother Dev one bit. The pleasure of being able to save a young woman in distress would keep his mood up for the rest of the evening and night, and perhaps for the rest of the week. Generally his hours off spent in town comprised of walking around, aimlessly window-shopping or chatting up young ladies who had wandered from their maids and escorts. And then eventually being told off and being on his own again. Sometimes he would head in for the odd drink at a pub. Once in a while, if he had a lot of free time, he'd take Whiskey out for a ride past the city proper and out into the country. But Dev was always careful to head into the opposite direction of Dublin from where his family's country estate was. Though they had gotten used to the idea over the past years that he had chosen this path over their best wishes, he would rather not run into his mother when he hadn't prepared himself for the meeting. His father and brothers, on the other hand, he saw a bit more often as his father's merchant business was headquartered there. He involuntary shuddered at their awkward meetings in town. Today he was riding easily through the streets of Dublin on Whiskey. He hadn't felt like going out into the country, but also hadn't felt like walking. Even for someone of his social status and training, parts of Dublin could be a dangerous place when night was coming on. And his stallion would warn him of any danger. He couldn't do anything about it, but Whiskey would trumpet a warning, giving Dev the chance get the hell out of there. Despite the danger, though, Dev found himself in one of the less populated areas of the city. And even without any weapons, having left his sword at his residence with Sir Gavin, he was fairly confident of his abilities to talk himself out of any dangerous situation. If not, he had his fast stallion to whisk him away. All in all, he was having a pleasant time with Whiskey, glancing at various old storefronts and other old buildings, his horse's hooves clomping slowly over the hard-packed street. Will: In the same area of the capitol, another young man who had rescued a damsel was traveling under cover of darkness. Now, whether or not his damsel had been in distress or not was debatable, but he was having a fine time convincing himself that she couldn't have survived another moment imprisoned without his services. He would have liked to have freed her from her "prison of chastity" while he was at it, but apparently, she had liked being its inmate. Shame... So, after taking his leave, (or rather, being forced to leave her side by the "damsel" in question) he had spent the remainder of the night slipping away from the castle and making his way into the city below. And as long as he was in a foreign country, perchance he could do a little raiding? He'd had to leave all the gold of the king's treasury behind when he'd been "rescuing" Kira and it would be a shame to leave Hibernia without a souvenir to commemorate his trip to the Emerald Isle. And so it was that Will found himself doing what thieves did best: thieving. As a member of the Robin Hood's Merry Men, Outlaws of Sherwood Forest, Will had quite high standards for himself. Gold, jewels, fancy weapons, fine horses and length of clothes and even taking princesses and great ladies hostage were all on his "acceptable" list of steal-able goods. But, Will being Will, he had a tendency to be rather idiotic. Don't get me wrong, now, the man had managed to steal several items thus far. ...And thus far, he carried on his person, two pieces or rope and a half-eaten fish. If anyone asked, he was some Irish boy thrown out into the streets. This catch was worthy of disgracing the name of "outlaw". Feeling disgruntled, Will strode the streets in broad moonlight, not even caring if he was spotted. He obviously wasn't going to have much better luck on this damned day...er, night, what with losing a princess, gold and then scrounging crap that he had only managed to steal because no one else wanted it. Even if he did have a thing for rope. So irritated with himself was he, that he barely even noticed the sound of horse hooves approaching, ringing out on the streets. Dev: He was lost in his thoughts and would have missed a signal from Whiskey if he hadn't been looking in that direction with his half-glassed-over eyes. One of his horse's ears twitched slightly as they walked around the street together. Normally Dev wouldn't think anything of it; it was a busy city yet, though it was going dark. There were plenty of sounds Whiskey could be hearing that he himself just wasn't paying attention to. But after the hassle at the bar with Lila, well, one couldn't be too sure if one was being followed. Dev looked behind himself quickly as he came to full alertness and dismissed his journey through his mind. Seeing nothing, he shrugged and looked back ahead. All he saw was still the same view, darkening street with even darker alleys and corridors. All he heard was Whiskey's hooves on the cobbles and the breathing of both of them. Dev tossed any worry from his mind. He was probably only overreacting; caught off guard, he was just being paranoid. That is until Whiskey stopped in his tracks and snorted as they got to an intersection. Dev rolled his eyes and looked around for anything that might be in their path. Sometimes his horse thought a shadow was a snake or some other creature he didn't want to walk past. Instead, though, he saw something else out of the corner of his eye as he learned over to look in front of the Arabian stallion. A figure was walking in that direction, on a perpendicular course to he and his horse. With a soft nudge, he walked Whiskey closer up to the figure as it came closer. Dev decided it was a masculine figure, thin and slightly feminine but masculine all the same. Thinking it was probably just a street urchin, he meant to just keep on walking by. He hadn't exactly taken a lot of money with him; window shopping and flirting with girls usually didn't require a full coin purse. And he didn't feel like dropping a penny in this poor boy's cup. Devlin clucked to his horse and swung around to the other side of the street, hoping to avoid contact all together and make his way home. [all right, it's up to my turn; I'll get up a post soon as I can] Edited by Pip, Aug 15 2010, 04:17 PM.
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| Will Scarlet | Aug 15 2010, 04:03 PM Post #2 |
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![]() they tell me your life's been way off line you fall into pieces every time [blockquote] Damn Marty, Will would show him when he got back. Exactly what that "showing" would involve, Will still hadn't thought out too thoroughly, however, the prospect of dropping his pants and flashing the boy sounded like a good idea. Marty was disgusted so, for reasons Will did not understand. He had one himself, didn't he? Oh, Marty was such a girl Hello...were those horse's hooves? Will picked his head up and perked up his ears, quietly deciphering the number of hooves hitting the ground, a skill perfected by only the most skilled of thieves. Four. Good. This was one man, then. One man alone, or at least only one horsed man. How fast was the horse traveling? Walk. And he was a lighter animal, judging by his stride lengths and the sound of his hooves. Good. Will could take this man and return hope perhaps not so empty handed. Scratch that; he'd return home with proof of his "encounter", it would be much celebrated and he'd flash Marty because he good. And everyone would live happily every after, yay! Except for Marty, who would be engaging in wearing the clothe and flossing his mind. Steeping out of the shadows and into the street, Will drew himself up to his full and thoroughly unimpressive height in front of the mounted rider, his hands on his hips. He threw back his hood, tossing his blonde locks, of which he was indeed proud and plastered a smile on his dirty, unshaven face. "Evening, Sir," Will began, possessing a certain swagger even when he was feeling down, a certain tone accompanying it, one that made it absolutely clear that Will thought anything but "Sir" of the man. Right now, he was testing the waters, estimating how much gold this guy had on him, wondering how easy it would be to flatter him into carelessness before he, offended him, robbed him, thoroughly infuriated him and sent him on his way. you had a bad day you're takin' one down you sing a sad song just to turn it around __________________________________ WORD COUNT: 330 LISTENING TO: Come By the Hills, sung by Damian McGinty of Celtic Thunder LYRICS CREDIT: Bad Day by Daniel Powter NOTES: I reposted to try and show activity on the site. TAGGED: Devlin Teirnan [/blockquote] Edited by Pip, Aug 15 2010, 04:18 PM.
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