WHO Maid Marian, the Sheriff of Nottingham, & Fairytales WHEN Friday night WHERE some New York train... WHAT A healthy dose of stalking. WARNINGS tba
After making her swift escape from Tuck's parsonage while the celebrations were happening, Marian had headed back to her own apartment above the bar and grabbed the bag she'd already packed there. She didn't know how long it would be until Much told the others that she was leaving, so she couldn't stay here while she worked out the final details. (Marian was relying on Much to share the news: she didn't know if Robin would tell them at all.)
So she went and found a hotel near the train station and booked herself in over night, pouring over google maps and trying to think of a logical way to kill a month somewhere. There were a few cities she had history in, but it was history she wanted to leave far behind.
Eventually she decided on Bridgeport, Connecticut, because she'd found a nice Airbnb for a very reasonable price. Her savings were healthy enough that she could afford to lay low and do very little. After all, she wanted to stay out of her boys' way, but she wanted even more to stay off the radar of certain arseholes who might want to find her.
She was even using one the few well built identities she had invested time and money into. She'd never been Gracie Barnett before, but everything about her background was strong and convincing. It had to be: it was a Go To Ground identity: one she had set up in case the police ever came calling about money disappearing from corporate accounts.
So on Friday night, when the redhead got onto the train, the ticket said Gracie.
As the train rattled down the track, Marian slowly sway-walked her way down along it, wanting to be further towards the back before she sat.