Betty Morland ℘ [Robin Hood] (aclue) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-08 11:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, betty morland, charlotte evans, phineas morland |
Who: Betty Morland, Charlotte Evans and later Phineas Morland (plus all her resistance outlaws somewhere in the background obvs)
What: Shit continues to get real for Betty and her band of merry women and men.
When: Friday, late afternoon, October 8th 2010 (Sideway's world)
Where: Fort Wayne, Indiana
Warnings: Violence, language, AU!Character death, angst
The day before had not been a pleasant one. Three deaths in her group in one day, and Betty couldn't help feeling more then a little helpless. How was she supposed to be a good leader if she couldn't keep her own people alive? There was still a shroud of mystery surrounding the deaths of Paul and Alex but Betty knew how Abigail had perished, she'd seen it with her own eyes. Just the thought of it now made her and Robin's blood boil. She never wanted to see that again, that wide-eyed panicked look in the eyes of a friend who was afraid to die, and Betty not being able to do a thing to help them. She'd never felt so useless as she had right then, cradling her friend in her arms and telling her everything would be fine when they both knew it wouldn't be.
Telling the group, if possible, had been even harder. Robin had never been able to draw a very clear distinction between friend and leader, and Betty had the same problem. Her heart bled for her people just as Robin's did but when it came to being the boss, when she was in that mode she had to shut herself off from everything else. Even if it meant coming off as cold. She'd worried about letting Nate go off by himself but she wasn't exactly in a position to stop him, so she'd let him go. She and the rest of her group had buried Abigail without him and then they'd waited. By the time night came around most of them were drunk, some in order to reflect and some to just simply forget. It was how they coped, always being on the run and always losing people they loved. Not much had changed for outlaws since their last life time.
Some, like Betty, took a more creative approach when it came to coping with liquor. With the help of some of her favorite outlaws (namely Rick and Dallas) they'd sat around in a circle with their booze and made some artwork to pass the time. That's when she'd seen Charlotte Evan's post on the reincarnate boards and she couldn't help herself, but the end result left Betty far more then just a little uneasy. CORE had found Elliot out and no doubt had already done horrible things to him, that was on Betty. And if they'd gotten any information out of him including their current location? She was not about to let any more of her people die today, so with a heavy heart for her unfortunate cousin she'd sobered up like lightening and ordered everyone to pack up. She hadn't wanted to leave Chicago without Nate but they couldn't risk it, she just had to trust that he'd be able to take care of himself and call when he wanted to meet up with them.
By morning they were camped in a reservoir in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Betty was still uneasy, though she felt a bit better now that they were completely out of the state of Illinois. Thanks to Daniel Morgan's genius, there were still quite a few rogue MTN's around that were left unchecked by CORE so it wasn't completely impossible for the Resistance to get around quickly when they needed to. They'd stopped for a rest and to see if Nate would call, Betty didn't want to get too far ahead if he was ready to come back to the group. She and Robin were in complete agreement when it came to leaving no man behind.
Right now she was sitting under a tree by herself, a few hundred yards off from where the rest of her band of merry people were. She'd needed some time to think on her own without any interruptions from Phin and his ability to make her forget the world around them, or Rick and his ability to smart mouth with her into next week. She was fond of her friends, too fond. They clouded her judgment, just like they had Robin's, so once in awhile she had to force herself to separate from them for a little while to collect herself. She sat with her legs bent and her back propped up against the tree, a myriad of weapons lying around her as she tended to each of them while she mulled things over.
As attached as she and Robin were to their bow, in this day and age you had to be sensible, so aside from the strings she had to tighten and blades she had to sharpen, there were guns to be cleaned too. These acts were far more therapeutic to them then was probably healthy. You're doing a good job, Red, the best job that you possibly can under circumstances. No one can ask for more then that from you. The outlaw's voice rang loud and clear in her head but she shrugged it off with a twitch, huffing to herself and focusing on the sharpest point of the sword in her hands. "Yeah? Then why are people still dying around me, hmm? Don't have a good answer for that, do you Hood. Well I've got one. Because we bring that on them. I'm so sick of this." By now Betty was so used to talking out loud to the man in her head that she didn't even think about who might be witnessing the insanity.