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Tweak says, "love actually is the worst"

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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gunnykerr
2009-06-12 06:06 am UTC (link)

Considering she'd only vocalized a single word this morning so far, Torin hadn't noticed the singing, until the other two started doing so. Her first instinct was to think it was some joke or quirk on their part. These two seemed to know each other, and perhaps it was some sort of in joke she was not a part of.

Torin was not a fan of in jokes. In fact, it was fair to say they tended to piss her off.

"Cut the musical..." She nearly choked as her own words came out in song. And not even good song. Too many years of shouting orders on the battlefield and the parade ground hadn't left her with the most musically inclined voice. She knew it. That was why she didn't sing. Except here apparently. Maybe it wasn't a joke. She cleared her throat and tried again.

"Call me Torin" No, still singing. Well this would be fun.

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