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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 4, 2015 3:50:02 GMT
It was a dark night, the moon hung solemnly in the almost black sky, the stars almost too tiny to be seen. Covering the stars from the ground were the tall trees of the woods, which surrounded the vast mansion waiting ahead. Robin walked silently, wearing a black cloak, with thick leather covering under that hid his skin. A black hood covered his face as he observed the mansion from upon a branch above the ground. The mansion shone brightly through the trees and Robin could clearly see the wealth that awaited inside. But that wasn't what he wanted, he couldn't just take furniture, and sell it without getting caught. He needed something better. Hoping down from the branches, Robin crouched through the bushes, bow and arrow in hand as his eyes scoped along the length of the building. Now we had something. Taking one last glance around him, Robin silently ran to the side of the mansion, and laid against the wall. Checking his surroundings, Robin carefully reached within his cloak and pulled out two dangers. If he did this right, he would land in one of the empty rooms upstairs. And he would do it right. Turning to the wall, Robin quickly stabbed the daggers into the wall and began scaling along the length. Robin urged himself to remain quiet as he repeated the pattern of stabbing and pulling. It was hard work, and left his body sore despite the numerous times he's done it, but it was worth it. He was doing the right thing. Pulling himself up once more, Robin pulled himself onto the balcony and tucked his daggers back in. Cracking his hands, Robin quietly pulled the balcony doors opened and warm light bathed Robin's previously dark figure. It was the master bedroom, and it was empty. The soft hues of music floated into the room as Robin stood up and took in his surroundings, more importantly, the items. Fancy furniture, unnecessary portraits, silk sheets, the normal for most of the rich. But there was one thing that caught Robin's eyes. It was a jewelry stand on a dresser, and the drawers were half opened, gold necklaces dangled from the small crevice. Robin walked forward, pushing his jacket back to make room. This is definitely what he needed. HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 5, 2015 4:00:51 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE [attr="class","next"] Helen was lucky that one of her brothers was the game warden — she was also lucky that the other one owned the local tavern. That simply meant that she got the benefit of cheap alcohol and the finest fur in all of Wonderland. Fur that everyone had the natural right to be jealous of. It was mink this time around — a beautiful rich color that did wonders against her complexion. Warm, gorgeous, luxurious and completely over the top; it was entirely Helen Savage. “You head home, Helen. We’ll be along.” Her brothers had said, ushering her home toward their lavish estate on the hill. They, too, had been blessed with a house that rivaled even the queen’s palace. They were lucky, Helen thought with a smirk as she pulled her jacket closer around her small frame. As she unlocked the door, she cast her eyes out on the grassy lawn. Something felt off. She was a woman who generally trusted her intuition and it was throwing up red flags. Had she forgotten something? Shaking her head, she slipped the antique-looking key into her pocket and entered the estate. Hand on the railing, she was grace and poise as she walked up the stairs. The furs slid down her shoulders ever so slightly — the dark dress underneath showing itself. Helen was one to be proud of her body and her accomplishments — after all, she didn’t do all this work for nothing. As a castle spy and guard, it was nearly her duty to keep herself in tip-top athletic shape. Reaching the first floor landing, she hung a right toward her bedroom. As she pushed open the dark oak door, she froze. Someone was in her room. The flowing draperies billowing up with the wind were the first dead giveaway. And so she stood, the back of her neck prickling with a familiar sensation that she could only describe as a rush of adrenaline. Someone was here, but that someone had chosen to mess with the wrong girl. She stepped forward into the room, not bothering with the lights. She could see the shadow lingering in her boudoir near her dressing table. “What do you think you’re doing?” She hummed as she pressed her fingertips to her lip, anxious to see what her attacker was up to.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 5, 2015 4:09:58 GMT
Robin knew he lingered to long, and should of already raided the jewelry long before he heard footsteps approaching. He knew better. Yet he hadn't acted. "What do you think you're doing?"." Robin took a deep breath, pushing back the layers and layers of darkness that had overcome him for some time now in Wonderland, and instead grew a smirk on his face as he turned to face his visitor. It was a woman, a rich one at that. Robin's smirk grew, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Now, there's two ways this can go down, ma'am. You can give me the jewelry..or.." The archer's eyes rested upon the thick fur coat the woman wore. It practically screamed expensive. It'd do extremely well in the market. Men would kill for a jacket so wealthy, might even bring someone out of poverty. "I wouldn't want for you to get hurt.." Robin drawled, rolling his eyes before they landed back on her, his fingers now trailing the marble counter leading to the jewelry. "Your choice really, sweetheart." HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 5, 2015 4:53:12 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE [attr="class","next"] Was that a threat? Most people underestimated her, she was aware, but this, this was a whole new ballpark. Helen raised her eyebrows in the shadow’s general direction before rolling her shoulder back. The furs shifted against her skin, falling down to her elbow again. Her eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness of the room and she could make out the shape of the man who was now lingering near her marble dresser. He was handsome in a sort of rugged way — dirt smudged his face, his clothes were dark and ill-fitting. He looked familiar, in a strange sort of way, "What could a guy like you possibly want with a bunch of women's jewelry, hmm?" Helen removed her fingertips from her lips as she took another step toward her dresser. Her fingertips found box of matches nearby and she struck it, resting it against the candle that was next to her, casting strange shadows in the room. She couldn't entirely make out his face. The flickering lights played tricks on his face, changing it from happy to sad again and again. He was handsome...but he would have perhaps been more handsome was he not attempting to rob her. “My choice is—” Helen watched as his fingertips violated her dresser, tip-toeing toward the expensive silver and gold that was upon it. He had managed to get into her home, but he wasn’t getting out…at least, not with her favorite jewelry in his grubby little hands, “Neither.” She said without amusement. The blonde pulled on her gloves, removing them from her hands as she let them fall to the floor. She was pretty, but beneath the surface was a woman who knew how to defend herself. If anything, she wondered if she should warn the poor man in her bedroom that it was he who should have been wary of getting hurt, “Tell you what…” Helen shrugged her shoulders as she pulled her fur up again, resting against her nearly bare shoulders, “Why don’t you get out the way you came and we’ll forget this ever happened, sugar?” She nodded toward the open balcony window as she placed her hand delicately on one of the other dressers. Her hand lingered on the silver plaited hairbrush that lay there, preparing herself just in case her own little suggestion didn’t go as planned. She wasn’t afraid to defend herself and she certainly wasn’t afraid to defend her belongings.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 5, 2015 5:08:22 GMT
Robin watched as the women slowly made her way around the room, the candles now illuminating her figure. The archer's eyes narrowed as her words sunk in. So she wanted to play that game. Robin scoffed, moving from his position to walk towards the opposite end of the room, his gloved fingers skimming the plaster of the lit candle as his eyes remained locked on hers. "I'm afraid that can't happen, sugar. There's a reason I'm here. And it's not to be your dashing nightly visitor." Robin teased, ignoring the ache of guilt that seeped in his chest, his mind flashing back to Mary, only for the dim reminder of the truth to hit him. Robin stopped, his back now to the woman, as he took a moment to gather himself. He didn't have time for this. Robin took one more step, and he stood in front of the woman's walk in closet. Robin looked behind him, sending a grin to the woman before reaching out and pull the door open. Lavish clothes awaited him, various colors and sizes. But he didn't look too much into it. He already had his eyes on something. Reaching forward, Robin turned to face the woman, now holding one of her precious fur coats. One of many, he knew. She wouldn't miss it. "Now this is a good deal." Robin chuckled, his fingers running through the soft material. "I wonder how many animals you had to skim for this one jacket.." HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 5, 2015 16:08:45 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE [attr="class","next"] It was a stand off — Helen would move and the man would do the same. Their eyes were practically locked on each others’ like missiles narrowed in on their targets. Her nightly visitor? Helen raised her eyebrows at the very suggestion — had she already gained a reputation? She’d hardly even touched the men of Wonderland. Quite frankly, the blonde had been fairly stuck on Lyle, her commanding officer has of late. “Don’t you dare—” She began, but he had already thrown open the doors to her walk in closet and Helen immediately felt her face flush. He was certainly gutsy! She slowly let her fur fall off her completely and she laid it on the chair in front of one of her dressers, safely behind her where he couldn’t pick it up and run off with it. Then she converged. She slipped out of her heels as she walked towards him, watching as his eyes darted between the furs and silk blends. She had only the finest — the perks of working for the castle and having brothers who spoiled her senseless. For a moment, she was fascinated by the kind of careful knowledge he seemed to possess. He knew exactly what he wanted and as he reached forward and grabbed one of her more precious fox fur jacket and pulled it out. “If you wanted to play dress-up you could have just come in the front door.” She muttered as she adjusted the strap of her dress. Her eyes didn’t leave his hand as it went through the fur of the jacket — he understood the value of such things, but did he understand the beauty? Helen shook her head. She stopped her advancement directly in front of him, almost stunned at the audacity of the man before her. Where did he think he was going to go with that? “It took 38 foxes, nitwit.” She growled at him as she grabbed the bottom of the fur, pulling both her culprit and the jacket toward her. “Let go.” There was warning in her voice. She had chosen not to strike yet — perhaps that was her way of being lenient. But she had warned him.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 5, 2015 18:58:05 GMT
Robin hummed lightly, his fingers threading almost peacefully through the soft fur, his thoughts catching up to him. Robin had spent so much time in the rough, he forgotten what beauty looked like. Something about the fur felt, familiar. Calming. Robin looked up to see the woman much closer then before, and much more angry. It took 38 foxes, nitwit.. Robin growled, his fingers tightening in the fur coat. He didn't know why it angered him so much, but it did. You didn't want Robin to be angry. And when the woman pulled him forward, his grip only tightened on the fur coat, angry now sizzling within him as he looked down into the seemingly endless blue eyes of the woman. Blue eyes reminded him of someone else, something much more painful. Wasting no time, Robin yanked the woman around, and put a dagger to her neck. "No." He growled, using his right hand to tuck the fur coat into his waist line before his hand rested on her elbow. "You have dozens of coats. And you can buy a thousand more. There are those who can't. I think you can spare one." Robin murmured in her ear. HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 5, 2015 21:08:47 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE [attr="class","next"] Her current captor spun her body into his. The fur was still in her hands, a sharp contrast to the point of the dagger that was now pressed against her neck. He finally pulled it from her fingertips and she felt it moving away from her as he tucked it somewhere she couldn’t reach. His hand held her elbow with a certain strength she hadn’t been expecting. Helen gritted her teeth as she raised her chin defiantly against the metal knife. “I hope you’re not always this confrontational, sugar. It’s bad bedroom manners.” She breathed. His words sent another shot of adrenaline into her veins. She twitched ever so slightly, leaning into his direction as she tried to ignore the dagger that was upon her skin. He wasn’t here to kill her, she reminded herself, although there were no nerves that needed to be placated. Instead, she felt like a ball of excited fireworks, ready to shoot off at any moment. “Does it make all the other girls swoon when you come in demanding to try on their clothes? I never was fond of cross-dressing, myself.” As he pressed the knife closer, a laugh escaped her lips — a breathless sort of exasperated sound. She was glad that she had decided to take off her shoes, it would make what she was about to do much easier. “You're right, but not every coat—” Helen in-stepped, digging her heel into his foot and managing to jerk her elbow out of his grasp as she ducked to the ground. She swung her right leg around in a pseudo round-house kick that would knock his feet out from under him. “Is my favorite.” It had come naturally, as if she already knew exactly what to do in a situation like this. Often, it confused her how she had picked up the tactical knowledge that she possessed, but now, it was the furthest thing from her mind. "I think you picked the wrong house."
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 5, 2015 22:36:35 GMT
Robin remained quiet as his victim mused on, playing games with her words. She reminded him of somebody. It seemed like he always found himself around pretty blondes with sharp tongues. Maybe it was a curse. Robin snickered lightly, but didn't move. But she did. Robin found his legs swiped from below him, and quickly reached his arms out to land safely. Robin now found himself in a push up position, his gaze pointed upwards towards the agile woman. So she had bark and bite, huh? Two could play at that game. Robin swiped his legs under him to kick her legs out from under her. Without missing a beat, Robin climbed over her and put the dagger back at it's previous spot against her tender skin. "And you mock me about bad bedroom manners.." He drawls, his face pure inches from her. She was a pretty woman. Robin would of considered it very impolite acting the way he did towards her, if she hadn't been his victim at the moment. "Now, if you'll excuse me." Robin sat up, pulling out an arrow from back, and aiming at to the bright light bulb sitting in the hallway, before releasing the bow. Robin pulled himself up and ran through the darkness of the hallway. It was a long hallway, with various doors he could use to his escape. But he wasn't quite finished yet. "Now, I hate to ruin the fun. But I do have a mission to complete. But first, come play with me. See if you can find me." HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 5, 2015 23:09:23 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE [attr="class","next"] Helen folded her arms across her chest — a smirk of satisfaction clearly playing on her lips. He was almost too easy to knock down. She thought about leaning down to say something more, but he wasn’t worth her time. He was the scum of the earth…stealing from her. Just as she turned ever so slightly to grab the fox fur jacket from his belt, she felt her own knees buckle, sending her straight for the ground. Her head slammed into the hard-wood of the floor and she groaned, rolling over so she was on her back. Her breath escaped her lungs when she realized that he was now perched on top of her, yet again holding that blasted dagger to her neck, “Next time I’ll remember to take the knife first.” She said. He leaned in, his face a mere inch or two from hers and she could feel his breath on her lips. What a silly thing it was for her to wonder if he was going to kiss her. She smirked at the thought, about to quip at him again when he stood up. She propped herself on her elbows, watching as he drew the arrow with grace and shot out her lightbulb. “Honestly, do you have any manners?” She growled, rolling over and forcing herself to her feet as she ran after him down the hallway. He was not leaving this house with her favorite furs. Not on her life. The blonde stopped at the top of the stairs, listening for footfall, but what she got was much better. “Now, I hate to ruin the fun. But I do have a mission to complete. But first, come play with me. See if you can find me.”Helen spun, running down the hallway toward the end of the darkened corridor. A part of her was silently cursing that tonight had been the night she had decided to wear the dress. It certainly wasn’t made for chasing archer bandits through her house and defending her favorite articles of clothing. “Alright Archer,” She slowed her pace and pressed her back against the wall as she walked to the very end of the dark room — she had expected that he would have showed himself by now, “Give it back and move out. You’ve overstayed your welcome.” She kicked open the door at the end and found herself staring into an empty lavatory. Helen bit down on her lip as she spun around and glared. Where had he gotten off to?
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 5, 2015 23:21:17 GMT
Robin watched as Helen walked through the hallway, peaking through different doorways, but finding nothing. It definitely wasn't gonna be that easy. Robin reached in his cloak to pull out a slingshot, and a small rock from his pouch. With a smirk to die for, Robin pulled the sling shot back, and positioned it right beside Helen's head. Then he shot. "Oops." Robin said, moving from the stairway into one of the rooms. It looked like a lounge room, various couches and tables spread around the perimeter. Robin scoffed, the rich bought so many unnecessary things. Moving past the tables, Robin spotted a large window which displayed the woods. Perfect. Robin also spotted a door to his right, which most likely lead to another room. This peaked his interest. But first, he needed to make sure he had an escape. Pushing the window open very softly, Robin then made his way to the connecting room. Oh my. "And you say I like to cross dress? My dear, these under garments are far too...masculine for you." Robin called out, with a mocking 'proper' voice. from the fitting room, as he stood beside an open drawer. "Please tell me they aren't yours." He added with a laugh following. HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 5, 2015 23:47:17 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE [attr="class","next"] Something collided with the back of Helen’s head and she immediately spun, “Damn you!” She cursed as she turned on her heel and began heading in the opposite direction. Of course, little did she know that Robin had attempted to distract her as he broke into her sitting room. Hel wandered for a few more minutes before she heard his voice again — this time coming from the opposite door. Immediately, her feet padded softly against the wood flooring as she leaned into the room where she was certain he was this time. But it was empty. The drapes on the window fluttered in the wind softly — perhaps he was gone? There was a fleeting moment of disappointment. Why should she be disappointed? He had stolen her furs…not paid her a nightly visit. Helen reached up and tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear before she heard it. That singsongy sarcasm that seemed to drip from the inner room. Her changing room. With his words, she smirked. He was trapped now — trapped inside the tiny room with the drawers and drawers of…well, ladies drawers. “What would you expect?” She said, leaning against the side of the doorframe in the sitting room. “Maybe a girl has to dress up like a man to get away with the sort of things you do.”She walked a little closer into the room to see that her archer was holding up a pair of her delicates. Her favorite pair, in fact. Black lace, barely there — Helen couldn't think of a way it could be any less masculine. He certainly had a gift for picking out the ones that she loved the most and attempting to ruin and or steal them from her. Raising one of her eyebrows she took a tentative step closer. She was almost afraid to scare him off now — he had become a sort of playmate. The usual people around their house could be so dull in comparison, “You know, now that you’ve seen mine. It’s only fair that I see yours, Archie. Return the favor and return the furs." She held out her hand for both of her personal effects.
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 6, 2015 0:04:04 GMT
Hearing footsteps behind him, Robin could only assume the woman was in the room. Robin sighed, the last of his laughs dying down as he tossed the under garment back into the drawer and turned to face the woman. "You think of me so lowly." He murmured, leaning against the drawer, clicking his tongue in disapproval. This whole escapade almost made him forget his life at home. Or rather how it didn't exist. Or how if he wasn't drinking himself to sleep, he wasn't sleeping at all. He, for a moment, felt happy, carefree. But he knew the moment he left, and he was walking back to his rustic home, it'd all come crashing down. It always did. Robin pushed himself off the drawer softly, walking to the door frame and leaning against the opposite side. "Answer one question, and you'll get your precious jacket back." He said, almost softly, the previous humor now gone in his voice. "If you could help the poor, would you?" Robin knew he'd most likely get a lie for an answer, but either way, he had a plan. So it was fine. Robin just wanted to see if at least one of the rich had a soul. If there was hope for them. "An honest answer, please." HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 6, 2015 1:46:46 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] STEAL FROM THE RICH, PAY THE PRICE [attr="class","next"] Helen watched him carefully as he invaded her personal collection. Then he threw it down and looked at her. “How am I supposed to think of the man who broke into my bedroom, hmm?” She secured her arm across the door frame, blocking him in, but it didn’t appear that he was ready to leave yet. Archie — as she had taken to calling him in her mind — perched himself opposite her at the door and she left her hand to linger on his side of the doorframe. She couldn’t stop herself from watching him. The way that thoughts seemed to light up his dark eyes and then leave them like stars going out in the distance. She wished she could peek into his very mind and pike it apart. Her eyes fell to the fur that he was still clutching and it reminded her that she had an extremist distaste for the man standing opposite her. Slowly, she drew back her hand, brushing it across his shoulder before she pressed her palm into the doorway, almost as if she was bracing herself for something. And then it came. All at once he promised her her coat in exchange for a betrayal of everything that she supposedly stood for. She prided herself on being better than everyone else — would she really risk everything to help the poor get back on top? Would she? Helen stood there stunned, looking into the dressing room as if to avoid his gaze. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. A strange sort of silence settled between them — perhaps the first time that they hadn’t been hurling insults and quips in each others’ direction since they had first met. Well, she knew what she was thinking — if she could help the poor, she might. There was a part of her that wasn’t all bad; a part of her that knew deep down she cared for more than just herself and her furs and her brothers. But she didn’t want that part to see the light of day. She would rather deceive than be seen for weak. “No.” She said, finally turning her gaze on him and raising her chin. “Now give it back.” Fair was fair, wasn’t it?
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Post by ROBIN SILAS HOOD on Apr 6, 2015 12:49:40 GMT
Robin was hopeful. Far too hopeful considering their situation, being the robber and the victim. But he was. He was wrong to be. Robin's eyes darkened, and he scoffed. "Of course. None of you are." Robin reached back in his waist line to take out the fur coat before tossing it to the girl. "Here take it." He muttered, now moving past the woman into the previous lounge room and heading to the woman. Sitting outside was a small balcony, and a short distance to the ground. Robin sat on the window sill, his eyes watching the woman closely. "I would ask for your name. But I don't think you've earned mine." The archer said, his fingers resting upon his two daggers laying by his waist. Robin wasn't sure why he was so hesitant to leave, and he didn't like it. It was more likely that he would never return to the house, and she'd put in a report for his head. That's if she noticed what was gone. HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE |
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