Who: Robin and open What: Robin's bored and restless When: Afternoon Where: The Archery Range Rating: Low Status: Incomplete
In his own life, in his own time, Robin had become accustomed to the way his life had gone. True, on his return from the Holy Land part of him had longed simply for a peaceful life, he and Marian together, but that had become a dream very quickly. Until this place, that was. And yet, helping others was what he did, what he wanted to do. In this place though, that need had disappeared. Here, he was just another person. Teaching gawking guests archery. It left him feeling restless, more restless than long boring days spent in the forest ever had. He was not accustomed to not being able to succeed when he attempted something. And so, though he knew of the many people here he was one of the few least likely to find the girl, he did not like that he could not be of greater use.
He'd come to the range late in the afternoon, knowing all of the guests would be gone, and he would have it to himself. Since he had stabbed Gisborne, regardless of the reason being beyond his control, his sleep had been more restless than usual. He rarely got a full nights rest, and yet since that day, he felt as though he had barely slept at all. On top of that, was the new worry of Laura requesting to speak to him in person, which had been taken over in priority by Rachel going missing. She had never asked to speak to him in person, and if he gave it any intelligent thought he might have come up with the reason why, but he was deliberately choosing not to do that.
Archery was a distraction. Archery was simple. Aiming his bow, when it was not directed at another person, was something he could focus on, ignoring all other thoughts. He had set one of the targets much further back, though it was still not as challenging a distance as he would have liked, and had been content with that for a short while. Now, though, that ever present restlessness was making itself known once more. Tilting his bow back to a sharp angle he fired, the arrow moving in a high arc to land in the top of the target, before he lowered his bow to his side. He was so bored.