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kitsch (taylorwade) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-10 13:10:00

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active, day eleven, robin of locksley, sarah williams, torin kerr

Day 11
Who:: Robin, Sarah and Torin
What:: Running the Labyrinth
When:: Early Morning
Where:: Uh... the Labyrinth
Rating:: PGish?
Status:: Incomplete

Robin rose early, before the sun could, and began to make his preparations for the Labyrinth. He filled a pack with food supplies from the kitchen, along with water. He also made sure that he had things with which to treat minor scrapes and lacerations. He ensured that his quiver was full of fletched arrows and his bow was restrung. He packed a change of clothing and an extra pair of boots. He also packed a fur-lined cloak in case it continued to snow.

When he was certain that he was ready to go, he dressed comfortably in traveling clothes and strapped his sword to his waist and slung his bow over his shoulder. Both his pack and his quiver went over the other and cinched tightly to assure mobility. With his key and his journal safely tucked away, Robin left his room and headed for the outdoors.

He was surprised to see that the snow was sparse and he wondered if it would melt away before it snowed again. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, so he hurried along until he found his way to the entrance of the Labyrinth. Casting his gaze around, Robin searched for the companion he was to have on the journey, Sarah.

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williams_sarah
2009-06-10 06:19 pm UTC (link)

Sarah had prepared for the journey into the Labyrinth previous that evening. Her kitchen raid included some fruit, bottles of water, bread, cheese, and three slices of Ned's freshly made apple pies. Unlike, Robin she didn't think to pack weapons. Sarah's helpful item of choice was an extra tube of lipstick, for marking passages they had previously been down.

Unable to sleep for most of the night, she was already up and waiting by the 'entrance' to the Labyrinth. Of course, like before it was impossible to actually see the entrance. The wall stretched up high and in both directions for as far as the eye could see.

Robin would have discovered the young woman, pressed up against one of the walls in the far right direction. Her palms were pressed flat against the mossy stone and she seemed to be feeling around the stone wall for something.

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