Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-09-16 23:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, jack skellington, robin hood |
Who: Robin and Open (or narrative, depending. He just needs his angst)
When: Some time late at night
Where: The beach
What: Really, just dealing with too much
Rating: TBD
Robin felt as though he was, quite literally, at his wits end. He had been in situations and places, numerous times before, where he had felt similar. But in this place, there was no getting out of it. There was nowhere to run to, nowhere to go. He was trapped, and he could not stand that. Worse still, he could not stand the feeling of things being out of his own control. And right now, he felt as though little was.
Once Marian was sleeping, he left their room, and made his way to the shore of the lake. He hadn't spent a lot of time here before now, but it was quiet, and it was dark, and that was what he needed right now. He'd brought his dagger, and a collection of incomplete arrows. Strictly speaking in this place he didn't need to make them - they were something in vast supply, but he had always had to before now, and the repetitive, almost mindless task was something else to focus on when he wanted to ignore his thoughts, and when he could find no rest. Which lately, was the majority of the time.
He had said a small amount to Laura, and even less to Heather. But no matter what he said (or what he was willing), sometimes there was no way for others to understand. And he wasn't sure he wanted the sympathetic comments from Heather, or the confused misunderstanding from Laura. Really, if he had any sense at all, he thought wryly as he scraped his dagger down the length of one of the arrows, he'd probably be drinking himself in to oblivion right now, because he was all out of other ideas.