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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Nov 8, 2011 0:16:00 GMT -5
“You must be the one causing all the trouble,” he stated now. Darn it, and here she thought she might have had him beat. Clarissa did nothing more than shrug her shoulders and twist her lip slightly as she glanced away for a second, “Oh, I wouldn’t say that I was causing any trouble at all,” she replied back. After all, they were simply over reacting, besides, the lord and lady that she had just stolen from had enough money of their own. If the young woman had had her men with her, she might had gotten away with more, but of course, the ox was the primary concern. Big and heavy, it certainly slowed down her usual agility and flexibleness, if it weren’t for the ox, she probably would not be finding herself on the ground at the moment. Amber eyes gazed past the knight for a moment, pondering how she could get around him. No doubt, he would not be slow, and she certainly did not have her speed to give her an advantage.
If only she were a rabbit, then she could flee right through his legs and then down the hall. But she was not a rabbit, not a full fledge one at least even if she did relate to the noble animal on more than one characteristic. Either way, going towards the great entrance was completely out of the question, or no doubt she would get driven there by her new found friend here. It would be foolish though to allow that to happen, Clarissa would have to buy her time then and look for an opening to dart around him, or until she got desperate enough to try such a thing. Trying to start conversation though, the young woman had called him by his name, although, perhaps the reaction that had happened was not one that she had intended as amber eyes watched his hand rest on top of the hilt of his sword now. Heaving a heavy sigh, she simply shook her head slightly, “Now, Sir Leon, or well, can I just call you Leon since I don’t think we’re in a situation for formalities…but I hardly think that sword is necessary. I am a girl after all.”
She hoped that would convince him, usually it worked quite well. After all, men didn’t like to think that they could get beaten by the likes of a girl. It was just simply unheard of in the knight’s code, their private code at least only known to men, “You know my name, but it’s unfair for me to not know yours,” Leon stated now. Clarissa just stared at him for a moment: he didn’t know who she was? It was certainly not something that she liked to hear, “What on earth? You cannot be serious,” the young woman stated now, frustration clearly ringing out, “You know, I am feared in most of the kingdoms in Albion, or at least, they curse my name whenever I outwit them, and yet in Camelot, nobody here ever seems to know my name. I am a legend in my own right for Albion,” she ranted now, almost forgetting that she was talking to the Second in Command, not just some man in a bar. Shaking her head, Clarissa could not help but to mutter to herself, “Unbelievable.”
Perhaps he was simply asking for he had yet to see her WANTED poster, although, they truly did mess up her nose in that picture. Maybe he did not recognize her, then again, being second in command and so busy with Prince Arthur and his merriment, perhaps Sir Leon here didn’t even know what a woman was. After all, the possibilities were endless. Amber eyes gazed back up at the knight now, meeting his gaze, “I am Clarissa Lockwood, Princess of Thieves,” she said with her usual, overconfident grin, “And don’t you forget it.”
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Oct 31, 2011 23:39:24 GMT -5
Granted, Clarissa had been from Willowshire, it was a very small town, but no means was it poor though. It held itself up quite nicely since it was surrounded by the woods, they strived on fire wood in the winter and their lushy green fields in the spring. To say Clarissa Lockwood had come from a bad background would have been a lie, her father was a knight of Lyonesse, a very respectable one at that, she did not believe her mother even worked any more. No, she would have been quite fine in life if it were not for her father taking her to the kingdom for a visit. Along her ways, she saw the lower lands, people starving and barely getting by with what they had, and come there to the capital of Lyonesse, and Clarissa found herself staring at their darling Princess Vivian sitting in gold practically with some of the most expensive dresses and jewels that she had ever seen.
People say the gods appointed the ruling family, but if that had been the case, why on earth would they have ever wanted a family so…spoiled? Her father unknownly, started her on her pathway to become the Princess of Thieves, a title that Clarissa enjoyed very much. So it was very much because of her father, and dare she say it, even Lady Vivian, that she found herself slowly pushing the door open to the guest bed room now, allowing her brown eyes to peer in. Nobody was there, pushing the door open fully now, Clarissa stepped in and closed the door behind her before allowing her strides to carry her across the room and towards the cupboards, opening them up one by one before finally finding the box in which she was looking for. Grabbing it, she brought it over to her bed side table and opened it up, a happy grin crossing her face now as she started at what was inside.
The Hunter family of Kent had the oddest crest in the world: it was an ox. Why on earth they chose that animal, Clarissa would never be certain, but she couldn’t complain seeing as they had the money that she wished to steal, melt down, and then give it away. Inside the box, was a gigantic solid gold ox, but even greater was the fact that it was wrapped around a gigantic egg of emerald made her even more happy, “So…the tales are true,” she murmured to herself just as the door swung open, “Hey, what on earth do you think you’re doing?!” Came a shrill voice now, brown eyes glancing up quickly to see both Arebella of Kent and Niro Moriarty standing there in the door way, looking absolutely dumbfounded. She shut the box quickly and threw it into a sack over her shoulder, “Leaving,” she said with a grin as the two nobles lunged forward, but she simply danced out of their way, and sprinted out the door.
Oh, how the halls were alive with the sound of guards. She could hear their metal sounds hammering all around as they started to chase after her. If only there was an open window around here, she could probably just pop out with the spare rope that she had tied around her belt. There were yells, somebody was calling the knights. Great, knights, they were never fun to deal with. Especially Camelot’s knights, they were all so bold and noble, and sometimes, rather hard to get under the skin of. Not to mention, Clarissa only found herself armed with her bow and a dagger, hardly the weaponry she should want in a castle. She rounded the corner of a hallway now and into a little corner, pressing herself up against the wall and waited. There were feet passing her by, she could hear them talking, all heading towards the great door. Lovely, well, she would not be heading that way it seems, either way, Clarissa found herself needing to by her time at the moment, the guards seemed to be endless passing by that hallway.
Finally though, silence came but she still waited a moment longer. The hallway just had to be clear now, now she just had to get to her appropriate exit, which clearly, was not the main doors. Stepping out, Clarissa rounded the corner, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that nobody was coming back when she crashed right into somebody and bounced back a little, the weight of the golden ox throwing her off balance completely and Clarissa through her hand out to catch herself as she fell on bum. Amber eyes glanced up now, hardly thrilled at who she has just run into, but of course, that did not mean that he was not nice to look at, “Ah, Sir Leon Griffiths, how charming it is to finally get to meet you,” Clarissa commented now, a cocky grin on her face.
Timeline; Uncertain, probs between one and two
Taggage: Sir Leon Griffiths
Notes; Sorry that took forever. College is so demanding, its unreal.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Sept 26, 2011 14:36:22 GMT -5
“You are not so normal yourself,” he replied, and dare she say that she might have seen a smile cross his lips? Clarissa could not decide, but if it was one, it meant that she was in no dire danger at the moment, which was always good. A smile sat on her lips as well now, she took a lot of pride in his compliment, “I beat all the boys in my village at races as well as climb the tallest trees,” the young woman boasted now, “And once I did a back flip off my house and landed right in a hay pile. My mother reacted to the whole thing very badly, but my father thought it quite brave.” Oh, her parents. She had not thought of them for a while, seeing as living on the road as an outlaw has pushed them out of her mind often so that people could not use them to harm her. Funny how she never thought that she would remotely miss her mother, but Clarissa found herself doing just that, as well as Sir Robert Lockwood, her father. Of course, Clarissa would never get emotional over such things, there were bigger things to set sad over.
Amber eyes studied his face now at her comment, and for a moment, he almost looked insulted and yet no words came to him at first. He must be used to the ‘not having fun’ comment. Of course, royals and nobles always had fun, it was what they spent their money on: Useless things while their people rot in the streets waiting on crops that might never grow. The nobles did not see the harsh reality of the lives of the lower people, and that always got to Clarissa. Who says that these people were meant to be king and queen? Richard though, distracted her from her thoughts now, “I’m a duke, how much of a lightweight can I be?” A snort of laughter escaped her, “Considering your awkwardness, I would think very much so. Besides, there have been a lot of nobles who have said those same words to me and yet I can easily drink them under the table.”
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Sept 26, 2011 13:55:21 GMT -5
But she had to be calm; after all, a rabbit who doesn’t think is nothing more than a dead rabbit. Amber eyes rested on the man as he walked around the bodies now, keeping it at a leisurely pace as he inspected the bodies as one would inspect flowers and butterflies. “Depends on who you ask,” he replied. Curious of him to say such a thing, and it really did pike Clarissa’s interest just a bit, of course, curiosity was often a dangerous thing to act upon, “Depends on who I ask? I didn’t take you one for friends,” she replied now. Although, he did not look like a man on the run, no, he did not look like he feared anything at all. Egos made that happen from time to time though, and the young woman was not foolish, if she were to go prodding him at all, best make sure that there was an escape planned out, at least one to get her far away to take him out or until Henry came back with the men.
“What would you do if I said there was a large price on my head? Would you turn me in, try to force me to be compliant?” He asked now, that mocking tone back in his voice. Clarissa found herself growing more annoyed by the minute with this man, he tested her patience and mocked her at the same time. He was no different that all of those royal families and lines of nobility who did not take her seriously as the Princess of Thieves. Her weight shifted, her hand resting on the arrow in her draw string, “Why no, I couldn’t possibly turn you in without having to turn myself in, and I very much like life outside the bars,” she replied now, her eyes narrowing as he spoke of dominance. If he was inviting her to do so, it would be so rude to pass up such an opportunity. Although, these were dangerous waters, and it was always safe to test them, so he was good with the blades on a human flesh, but what about against the arrow? Clarissa brought her bow up quickly now and launched an arrow in one swift and fluid motion that sent it point blank towards his face, curious to see what would happen.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Sept 11, 2011 13:42:36 GMT -5
A mild surprise shown in his eyes when she sat down, a look that Clarissa was very used to now. Men often did not take her seriously, even though she continued to defy the ideas of what a woman should be. Besides, the princess of thieves cannot be around in skirts and fancy dresses, that certainly makes escaping a lot more harder. If her mother were here right now, she would probably get a wooden spoon to the back of the head or something. At her comments came an awkward smile from Richard, perhaps she was making him more nervous with her ideas and words. Such a curious man, it was getting hard to deal with. Usually this proved to be a lot easier than this, the way he acted, one would think that he had never been with a woman before. Unless, that was the case. The thought almost caused Clarissa to make a face, what kind of man has never been with a woman before? Even Henry has been with women. Although, perhaps she was simply jumping to conclusions here. After all, she herself never tied herself down with men, relationships get in the way of her life style.
“I like privacy,” he stated now. She arched her brow just slightly, “You are quite a strange man,” she replied easily enough, her brown eyes glancing around the tavern for a moment. Perhaps it was not entirely an odd answer though, people were already eyeing him. Funny enough, it was not the usual way somebody would eye a royal, not in honor or hate but in looking to make a deal. It made Clarissa think for a moment; perhaps she was the one starting to fall into a trap. Never though, Clarissa Lockwood was not one to be outsmarted by a person of nobility, if that was the case, she would have not have the status she did know. A smile tugged at her lips, “Erm,” he muttered now, clearly considering her question with much deliberation within his head, “I shall have an ale, what about you?” A grin came to her lips now, “I was beginning to worry about you, not having any fun at all,” after all, boring people were never fun to past the time with. She brought two fingers to her lips and whistled, glancing back towards the bar tender, “Two tankards, Darren!” He just grunted slightly and nodded his head, “I hope you are not a lightweight,” Clarissa commented.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Sept 4, 2011 15:05:54 GMT -5
They were making good haste to the bar though, it seemed to be going by rather quickly. Granted, it’s not as if the bar was very far from where they were standing. Just only two seconds ago was Clarissa sitting outside it enjoying life and people watching for easy targets. This man was proving to not be an easy target, although, that hardly bothered the young woman at all, after all, she always loved a challenge. At her question, there seemed to be a loll in the conversation which alerted her senses quite quickly. It was a fairly simple question, and for him to take his time on it, well, of course that meant that there was something up with him. For two seconds, she almost thought that he would start to beat around the bush with her, but wouldn’t Clarissa be a lucky girl a nd still get an answer, “Curiosity really,” he replied now, “I like to travel. I find one never sees the real world of the city when one is surrounded by courtiers and the like.”
My my, that was certainly a curious thing to say. Browne eyes rested on the duke for a second, as if trying to figure out. It was an answer that almost seemed rather rehearsed and no doubt was lying to her about his true intentions of being in Camelot City. But just like that, they were in the tavern now, and it appeared that there was a change of dominance between the two of them. When asked about sitting situations, it was now his turn to pull her. It was not something that she enjoyed, Clarissa often liked being the one in control of such a situation, but perhaps this Richard fellow was more of a character than he was letting on. After all, the move of the seating arrangements certainly happened rather quickly. Even with his long strides, the young woman still kept herself caught up quite easily as he stopped in one of the corner tables now, away from the crowd and lurking in the shadows, very much like trolls might like to do, “Is this satisfactory?” he asked her now, “Or would you prefer to be closer to the action.”
Well, quite honestly, it looked as if there was not much of a choice for her had already sat down. If somebody wants to play dominance mind games with her, than two can easily play that way as well, “Why, of course it is,” she replied now and pulled the chair out and turned it facing towards her. Sliding into the chair, Clarissa used the back to rest her forearms on and her legs were straddling the chair quite easily. It was an improper way to sit, perhaps even in a tavern, but it brought her great comfort. Besides, she was never seen in a skirt, so it’s not as if she was being quite unlady like, “Although, I dare have to say, the corner for somebody has high as yourself? I would have never thought such a thing,” the young woman commented now as she glanced over her shoulder and bac at the rest of the patrons who appeared to take no need to who they were in the presence of. Curious indeed. Glancing back towards Richard now, she asked with a smile, “So, is there anything I could order for you? Drink, entertainment, anything really. The people who run this establishment certainly owe me.”
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 30, 2011 15:34:58 GMT -5
Perhaps he sensed it though, that she was not of the average woman. Not a lot of people would say that, she practically drove her mother insane because of it. Clarissa never intends to take a man, she thinks that such a relationship would hold her down and plus, they might as well be considered a danger and quite frankly, she didn’t want a lover to make sure was safe all the time. Besides, relationships were just so, trivial and quite frankly, Clarissa could never imagine herself cooking for a man. There were men within her band that did that sort of things. Not to mention, she wore pants, something that was unheard of. Her thoughts were cut short though by the man’s laughter now at her own words. Nothing ever good came out from that, even with the nicest of people, “It was not personal,” he said with a smile amusement dancing across his face, “It should not be for you either, unless you know them?” Her eyes narrowed at the question and already, the young woman could feel her grip tighten on the bow in annoyance, he was mocking her, she could sense nor was he being very subtle about it, and by Frith, did it annoy her.
His blade extended now, but hardly in a threatening way as he pointed to each of the dead bodies now, asking if they were various members of her family, father, cousin, even husband. It was all in dark humor for him, even Clarissa could tell that he was surprising his laughter at it all. Why nobody had yet to kill his man was beyond her, but if he was still alive and certainly judging by the way that he had decapitated that man, he was a skilled warrior. All of the best ones were never right in the head, other than Arthur and his knights arguably. It made her ponder that if she shot one of her arrows point blank at him with hardly any distant between them, if he could take it down. Perhaps it would be a theory that Clarissa would test if he continued on mocking her this way, he was really trying her patience and that was saying something for a thief. Not to mention, he was currently dancing around her question, “The same could be said about a woman, out in the woods all by herself. Surely, she is up to no good either.” Ha, like she was alone, well, perhaps technically right now, she was, but Henry and the rest were out there, somewhere, problem was she didn’t know where at the moment.
“People always say I’m quite daf,” she replied easily enough even though he was clearly taunting her. Best not let it under her skin, even though it was very tempting to do so. Her brown eyes kept a close watch on him, not trusting him in the slightest now that there were no witnesses to witness their clash should one come. And of course, he did not stop there with his words, “Or perhaps you are the forest’s angel; always near when danger befalls innocent travelers,” his tone was still mocking, but even more, it was condescending now. It almost made her want to laugh, considering when nobles and their treasures passed through the forests, she and her men were the ones stealing their things. Still, she held back her laugh, mostly because of the tone he was taking with her as well as the gleam in his eyes as he scanned over her now. A look that she was quite used to now considering that she wore her shirt low and her bodice tight. Not to mention, all men were perverts. Clarissa took a step forward now and bent over slightly to pluck her arrow from the ground and hold it in her hand now, a smirk resting on her face, “I have the chastity of one too. Now,” she said, placing the arrow back in her bow and pulling it back, causing the bow to bend, “Tell me, is there a price on your head? Or do they not do that for the demons of the woods?”
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 29, 2011 22:31:42 GMT -5
“Oh, well aren’t you a gentleman,” she replied with a grin, not letting him escape from her grasp now since she knew that was what he was trying to do. After all, the man should have known better than to offer a lady a drink, especially when she appears to be of a lower class than him. She was still as lively as ever, but it did not bother at all, since, this was how she usually was. Always charismatic, and pleanty of times, people already thought her drunk. At least she was not walking in such an odd fashion yet which is what usually happens, nor was she slurring her words. No, Clarissa was indeed quite sober, and quite frankly, she may have to be in order to outsmart this man. Granted, he thought he was clever, and if there was one thing that she had learn was that people always thought that they were far more clever than her. To suit their amusement, she allowed them to believe such things because it made everything more hilarious in the end.
An awkward smile played across his lips at her introduction, but she didn’t question why, he still looked terribly uncomfortable. Perhaps he did recognize who she was. Well, if there was a ‘WANTED’ poster in the tavern, she was certainly going to have to take it down in a heartbeat. Although, Clarissa was getting to the point in her early set career that anybody and everybody knew who she was, and yet, they still didn’t treat her with respect. It was like taking to a knight but forgetting the ‘sir’ in front of it. Quite annoying really. The man managed a bow now even with her grip on him, and it took every being in her body to not roll her eyes at such an act, “A…pleasure to meet you. My name is Richard de Calys, duke of Cantia.” This all came out rather awkward for him, but Clarissa decided to be the better person and to not point it now, but a flashy grin could not help but to cross her lips now, “Oh, a duke? And what brings you to Camelot?”
Stepping up the stairs now, she pulled him along and kicked the door open and stepped inside the bar, her eyes scanning the wall. If there was a poster, there was none falling under her sight at the moment, “Bar tender! This man is buying me a drink!” she yelled across the room now and the bar tender simply rolled his eyes, “Right away Clarissa,” he replied now and started grabbing a pint. She glanced around the room now for a moment before glancing at her new found friend, “So, my lord, where on earth do you like to sit at these places?” she asked with a smile, wondering if such a place made him nervous or not.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 27, 2011 20:09:00 GMT -5
The man’s gaze was annoying her. She was quite certain as to his glance over was nothing more than to make her nervous, and she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing one way from another if it bothered her. Although, Clarissa did wish she could smack it right off his face. Men were power hungry, and in her mind at the moment, whoever this man was, he was no different than nobility, “Who would have thought that such an exquisite little creature as yourself, would be capable of so much.” It was not a congratulations by far, but he was recognizing her abilities, which is more than the rest of Albion’s royalty seemed to do, “Everybody is capable of doing great things,” she replied causally, eyes narrowing as he outdrew his two broad swords now, the blades gliding out of their sheath’s effortlessly. At his action, she planted her feet firmly on the ground, but before she could pull her bow up, he spoke again, “But once you start a job, you should really finish it.” Clarissa’s brow furrowed and her nose scrunched up slightly, annoyed that he was lecturing her in such a way. Men were annoying, enough was said.
She was about to open up her mouth to say something when the man did something very unexpected, for her at least. He started walking over towards the first man who tried to attack her and without so much as a second thought, lodged his blades into the man. Her eyes could not help but to widen slightly in alarm. What on earth was he doing?! Those were his men! She would never do such a thing to any of hers, although, Clarissa usually didn’t kill people unless the situation was dire or that person deserved to die. One by one, he visited each man like he was the angel of death and they didn’t even know that they were about to be killed. It was hardly a fair fight…well, this wasn’t even considered a fight. The last one was grotesque, but she would not give him the pleasure of knowing she thought such a thing as he slowly decapitated the last man, probably taking at least two or three good hacks. As the head dropped to the ground now with a thud that seemed to disturb the whole silence, another chuckle escaped the curly haired man as he kicked the head towards her. With one swift move, Clarissa pulled her bow up slightly and shot the arrow at the ground and it served as a stopping mechanism for the head before it got to her feet.
Clarissa still stood her ground though, her brown eyes resting on this stranger and she knew that she was no safer than the rest of them. With luck the passersby’s would know that they should leave after that display of violence. As his eyes met hers, the man spoke again, “And that, is how you complete an attack,” he informed her now. Her lips twisted in a scowl, “They were unconscious, I’d hardly call that a fair kill,” she replied, “And I don’t need a lecture from you,” Clarissa continued on, a hint of attitude showing up in her voice, “Those men probably had families,” Or perhaps, she should just remain quiet now. This man was obviously dangerous, and for all she knew, he could be able to overpower her. Although, the young woman was quite confident in her abilities to get out of tight situations, his kills just made everything a little more tricky, “Who on earth are you anyways? Somebody like you wandering around the woods with a pack of men is certainly not up to any good.”
Notes: Why thank you very much! And it's okay! I mean, it's August, busiest month anyways. I was away for a week and a half anyways.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 23, 2011 19:57:08 GMT -5
His voice seemed cheery enough, at least, not too dangerous to which that he would send the knights on her, which is something that she was not too fond of. Although, it seemed that there would be more work cut out for her on her end then Clarissa had expected. Not that it was an entirely bad thing. She huffed a sigh as she continued to cling onto the fancy dressed gentleman now, “Oh, I am quite alright minus the fact that my drink is quite empty now,” she replied now, looking at her tankard in a rather depressed manor, even though it had been stolen in the first place. Although, something had happened which she had not entirely expected, “Would you care for another drink? It’s the least I could do.” Her face lit up quite automatically now, a grin spreading across from ear to ear, “Another drink? I love drinking,” she exclaimed now, pivoting herself by his side now and throwing her arm over his neck and shoulders, bring him down slightly.
“Come! Let’s go!” Clarissa said, pulling him forward now with her awkward steps, “I dare say, I’ve never had anybody offer to buy me a drink before. I always have to put things on my tab,” the young woman explained now, in fact, she built up so many tabs now that it was impossible to think of what she owed to the various bars within Albion, “I’m Clarissa, by the way sir, and who just you might be?” Clarissa enquired now as she stumbled up the stairs and opened up the door. If Henry were here, he’d be rolling his eyes at her antics as well at the sight of her being a mild flirt. After all, Clarissa never thought about men nor boys, all what she truly thought about was drinking and the injustice in the lands, as well as various ways to aggravate the various nobles within the lands.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 23, 2011 19:12:05 GMT -5
“Why is it that the ale is always gone?” She murmured to herself, staring down a pint that she had snatched off an outdoor table as she had walked out of town, still spinning one of Lord Mauntell’s heirlooms around her finger. It was something of a crown, and therefore, proved difficult to find somebody to melt it down for her. Everybody always seemed to have a fear of melting down crowns, and the young woman could not fully understand why. It was just a ring of gold, nothing more, and yet, people still appeared to think that with the crown came power, and that, danger. Honestly, Clarissa Lockwood liked to think that she laughed at danger in the face, well, figuratively, before running away from it. But that was the life of being an outlaw, the Princess of Thieves, was actually the title that she had decided to adopt. It sounded much more…well, charismatic than just plain old Clarissa Lockwod, which was slow to roll off the tongue. No, the Princess of Thieves title was somebody to reckon with, somebody that all nobles and royals would lock up their gold if they heard such a name.
After all, she had been building a name for herself, not just in one town or city, but all throughout Albion. There were wanted posters up in her honor, and yet, they never quite seemed to get her face right. It troubled her greatly, for it made her think that Albion did not take her seriously as a thief, even though she had been going through almost every notable noble and royal family. Sure, there were still quite a few that she hadn’t gotten to touch yet, most notably, the Pendragons, but that was another plan in the making. Besides, it was best to lay low every once in a while. Couldn’t have all of Albion out for her just yet, it make giving away her findings a little more difficult, and she did not wish the pheasants to end up in the stocks, or even worse, on the chopping mount, for then that would probably defeat the whole purpose of this plan of hers, stealing from the rich, giving to the poor. The poor ending up on the death sentence rack was just…well, it was bad idea, and rather counterproductive if you asked her. Even Henry agreed so, and he for once almost never agreed with her brash antics…or was, just madness in general was how he tended to phrase her.
Sighing heavily, she tossed the pint aside now, allowing it to hit a tree as she continued to head down through one of the many forest masses located in Albion. Quite honestly, she had no idea as to where she was heading at the moment. It was a bad flaw of Clarissa, plans were never thought ahead of, they sort of just came to her as the situation arose. Although, she did wish that there was a proper way of navigation. Bored, she scooped up a branch from the ground as she continued on her way, and glanced it over. The branch was perfectly shaped as a fork, such as a fork in the road, and Clarissa’s brown eyes nearly went gleeful at the thought, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you could just point me towards my deepest desire at the moment?” she asked it now as she glanced it over. But of course, that required magic, and studying, and patience that the young woman quite honestly lacked. It took her ages to learn the offensive spell that she used in sticky situations. Armor shattering things are quite important now, especially since most of the royal and noble families were being to up the stakes in which they had their gold protected. Everything was beginning to become such a challenge; it was shock that people had not fought back yet. Wanted posters were one thing, but perhaps it was good that they had not been sending the law or bounty hunters after her, Clarissa could quite honestly think of how annoying that would be.
Something like that though, it could probably be taking into some sort of a game, just like the thievery that she did from time to time. Everything was always such a game to Clarissa, it was hard for her to take life seriously, and the fact that she walked drunk half the time, with such odd and awkward long strides, it was probably hard for people to take her seriously as well. But that did not bother the young woman at all, if they thought her a fool, then she was usually the one to get the last laugh. People underestimated her to no belief, and she couldn’t quite understand why. Perhaps it was because she was a girl, or that she didn’t come from a high class, hell, people thought her mad or daff, that might be the case as well, because nobody ever wants to admit that a daff person, especially a woman who is daff, could actually outwit people who take pride in being smart. There was one thing that Clarissa always kept in mind when in a game of wits or just in life in general, it pays to be smart, that’s for sure, but not just knowledge smart, one has to be street smart as well. Put the two together, and it is a dangerous combination to mess with, and well, also being daff, well, they might as well just give you the prize right off the bat.
But people didn’t believe in that, and the people who didn’t believe in that were often the ones who got stolen from and they ponder why. A sigh escaped her now, all of this thinking was making her head hurt, and she didn’t have any ale to wash it all away. Oh, what a pain it was to be sober some times. An annoyed huff escaped her and she kicked a small rock up, sending it flying and well, nearly causing herself to topple over as well. Thankfully though, she managed to stay up right, for the time being at least. Clarissa had only walked down the forest path a little bit longer until she stopped dead in her tracks now, staring at something just up ahead. It was a little Frith, a rabbit in other terms, sitting there and nibbling on some clover. It paused for a moment and stared at her with its big brown hazel eyes for a moment before deeming her suitable and went back to eating. A grin played across her face as she sat down now and watched the rabbit. Clarissa had always loved rabbits, she thought them relatable to. They were an animal of a thousand enemies, and often, that was how Clarissa felt too. Rabbits were clever and quick, very much like her. She still remembered the time when she informed her mother that she wanted to be a rabbit rather than a lady.
Oh, that had been a fine time in the Lockwood household that day. Her mother was such a troublesome woman some times. The rabbit paused again in its eating, ears twitching as it glanced around before letting out a warning call, it thumped its large foot against the ground before it pushed itself off of its powerful haunches, white tall flashing, as the rabbit dove into the woods now. Clarissa’s eyes narrowed slightly, “How curious, what was it you saw?” she murmured now, but did not move. Her body tensed up slightly now, and her fingers moved ever so slightly and felt up the tip of her bow now, if she had to strike something down…or somebody, then she would be ready, and the last thing that they would ever see would be an arrow coming straight from her.
Notes: That is one snazzy outfit!
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 12, 2011 17:05:35 GMT -5
Brown eyes continued to stare at the man, narrowing slightly as he chuckled to himself. Somebody was in high good spirits right now; perhaps he had some money on him. A slight smile came to her lips at the thought of it, oh, what a joy it would be to steal from this man. He probably would not even notice it, although, it’s always so dull to just do everything quickly, she could play it out for thirty minutes, who knows. After all, she was the Princess of Thieves, Clarissa found herself quite certain that a little pick pocketing fun would just all be in good sport, and she could just pass the money off to some poor family without so much of a second thought. Besides, Henry was not around to keep her in check, and there was always good fun, not to mention, the joy when a man realizes that he’s been outsmarted by a girl. In Clarissa’s honest opinion, women were always far more clever than men, they just never wish to brag about it…unless, well, if they were her, then it might actually be a different story.
But how to go about this? Perhaps that was the main question now, and it was quite a difficult question. Whatever business he had, it seemed to be directing him towards the tavern. She glanced over her shoulder for a moment, pondering if there was someone or something that the young woman was missing from the scene behind her, but nothing truly looked out of the ordinary. Everybody seemed quite normal, hardly out of place at all, and everybody was having a good time, no fear of a royal to be upon their case any moment. But if that was truly the case, then why would such a man wish to sit amongst all of these people at a tavern? Well, Clarissa supposed that there was a first for everything, finely dressed nobles in taverns was certainly a new thing to her. Either way, people were too jolly and merry to even care about the approaching man, and when he grew closer, the young woman decided that she should probably make a move soon. After all, the only thing abnormal about her appearance might have been that she was wearing pants.
Besides her, there was an unguarded pint, “Perfect,” she murmured to herself and grabbed it and took a swig before getting up now and began to walk and drink now, clearly ‘not’ paying attention to where she was going. It did not take long before Clarissa stumbled right into the man now, her pint flying out of her hand towards the ground and she latched onto his cloak now to keep herself from tumbling over, “Oh, forgive me, my lord,” she exclaimed now, finally managing to set herself back up right now and shook her head slightly, as if to clear her mind, “I was not really paying attention to my surroundings, I usually expect people to move out of my way, but I can honestly say that I’m quite fine with this turn of events at the moment.”
Occ; Awh, well, I'm glad to hear that I did not fail on a title, and do not be intimidated =D I just like to write, no worries really. Bwahahha, well, I just realized now that when you're probably back from France, I'll be leaving on my own vacation.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 7, 2011 21:36:56 GMT -5
Oh, how that always annoyed her. Men thinking that they could better women at everything, that they were weak, and so on and so forth. Well, they were about to get a wakeup call for Clarissa was quite sure that they were indeed, evenly matched. Actually, she’d be willing to be her life on it that they were far more out matched than she was, and Henry and the other men were not even her. They had her surrounded now on her little long, her brown eyes glancing towards the ones on either side of her as well as in front, my my, this really was turning into a challenge now, “Well, looks like you got what you wanted. Get her!” came another man’s voice now as they raised their swords and all charged at her now. Clarissa did nothing more than roll her eyes, “Ugh, how I hate it when men point their things at me,” she commented lightly before leaping off her log and ducking under one their arms to get out of the center and quickly drew her bow now.
Of course, she seemed to stumble over a tree root, perhaps Henry was right about her having a little much to drink. Not that it mattered. She was quite certain that she had this handled now as she quickly drew an arrow now and placed it within her bow, pulling back hard now as her brown eyes gazed down the wooden shaft before letting it flying, hitting a man cleanly and straight through the shoulder blade. It was then something occurred to Clarissa, why on earth should she waste her arrows on these men? After all, she not entirely in a kill mood today, even if unwanted sexual advances were on their mind, no, she was just in a maiming mood…or doing some serious damage. As her thoughts wandered, another man took a lunge at her and she just quickly moved, and swung her bow, wood side first, straight into his neck to knock the breath out before swatting at him again to knock him out, “Two down, three to go,” she murmured. Quickly, she lunged forward now, practically dancing around the men, duck as they took punches at her to make them hit each other. After a moment of getting bored, she simply just tripped them up and quickly ran over towards the wagon now, “I’ll be borrowing this,” Clarissa said with a grin before running back over with a rope and tying them up quickly before they came to their sense.
Taking a step back, she crossed her arms and looked over her handy work for a moment before finally saying with a grin as she pulled her dagger out, “And did I panic? I think not.” Her words were quite gleeful, as if it rub it in to the unconscious men before turning quickly and throwing her dagger hard. Clarissa heard as the blade struck a tree hard, no doubt the blade sneaking into the wood of the tree, “Why don’t you come out from the shadows and face me like a man? Or are you too afraid to take me on?” she said with a challenged edge in her voice now. Honestly, Clarissa was quite positive that there was a person there, by where her knife struck. She could feel it within her bones, after all, these men had been nothing, for them to just be traveling on their own was about as farfetched as pigs with wings flying about, it just didn’t happen. Either way, she pulled an arrow out from her quiver now and placed it in her bow, but she kept it pointing down at the ground now as her amber eyes continued to stare into the woods, watching and waiting.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 4, 2011 18:29:40 GMT -5
There were people everywhere bustling about, trying to sell their things, trying to trade, probably anything that could be done or thought of was being done here at this very moment. Actually, moving could be quite hard if she was in a congested area filled with people. Either way, it was simply not working at the moment, and the castle seemed to be growing further away rather than closer. An exasperated sigh escaped her, after all, considering that she was beginning to build herself a legend now, okay, maybe slightly over exaggerated, she was building herself a reputation, Clarissa Lockwood, Princess of Thieves, the young woman would have liked to think that people would have moved out of the way for her, after all, more than half of what she stole ended up going right back to the people, not to mention, she had to put up with all of those terribly drawn ‘wanted/capture’ posters. They just couldn’t seem to get her face right, and Henry always made fun of her for it.
The people of the streets were always a bunch of interesting characters though, so it did not totally distraught Clarissa that they were hindering her from her plans at the moment. For now, she had sidled herself up right outside of a tavern and sat outside it, using her bow as support. It was funny to think, back when she had been a young girl in Willowshire, she had always begged her father to take her into the city to see all the wonders that it held as well as all the nobles in their beautiful dresses. Funny how innocent everything seemed to her back then, well, other than arranged marriages of course, that one she could have done without. Actually, she probably could have done without her mother on a lot of accounts, after all, her mother certainly did not approve of this whole Princess of Thieves business, but Clarissa took it to the point of which she believed that her mother was just simply uncreative, and liked to remain in the past of what women could and could not do. Her father on the other hand, quite encouraged this. How she wished she could see her father more often.
But that was the life of a nomad. A sigh escaped her, this day was going to turn out to be dreadfully boring if she didn’t get to make it to the castle because of the crowds, not to mention, Clarissa could not imagine seeing neither Uther nor Arthur out in the common ground of the city people, not on a day like this. Although, those were just her thoughts, “This would be so much more interesting if there was some pompous noble about,” she muttered to herself now, glancing down the road for a moment. Nobles made everything more fun, there had not been a noble yet who Clarissa agreed with for either their actions or snobbery. In fact, the young woman was beginning to believe that there were none that she would like, well, only the richest that Albion had to offer for her, for they were the most fun to steal from, since they were always so shocked when she got past their guards and their large castles, and everything else that they try and throw at her, all unsuccessful in stopping her. It was always so funny when people think that they can out smart her, thinking that a common village girl knew nothing.
But they were wrong, Clarissa fashioned herself quite clever, clever as a rabbit, prince of a thousand enemies, very much like herself. In many ways, she thought herself a hero of the common people, much more than all of these knights with their shiny armor and their large horses and swords. What did they do? Sit around and take orders from kings and queens, and other noble blood that paid for their lives. Not her, not Clarissa, she stole from them and in return, gave the money to those who needed it the most, the pheasants, the people out on the streets starving half of the time. But her thoughts were cut short, and interest perked up in her yet again. Brown eyes stared out for a moment, through the crowds of people, there was a man, although, she could not be quite sure yet if he were of noble blood or not, but, surely he had to be, “My my, look at that hat,” she murmured to herself, as her brown eyes continued to stare at the gentleman now, perhaps this day would turn into an interesting one after all.
Setting: Market Day, Camelot City, Season undecided
Time of Day: Early Afternoon
Tags: Richard de Calys
Music: The Return of the Eagle
Notes: So, I totally could not think of a title name, I was just going off by your comment of 'she stole from me?!' and yeah XD It's a bad intro, but hey, whose good at coming up with them anyways?
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Aug 3, 2011 19:20:57 GMT -5
It could very well be a lie, Clarissa Lockwood always lied. It was handy skill to have, especially when talking to somebody as serious and stiff as Henry. He was like her conscious, never got drunk, never seemed to party, unless there was a charming lady involved. Of course, unlike everybody else, her companion still allowed the lying to go over his head some times for he could be gullible like that, not to mention, Clarissa had that bit of crazy in her that almost seemed better to follow than a rational person. Of course, it was easy for Henry to believe that until he found himself with her in the middle of the great hall with a prized crown, then he cursing her name to hell and back, “Then why are we traveling through the woods of Balor of all places? I don’t see how this can be considered a short cut…and why are we here while the others are out partying?” All of this complaining, it was quite a lot to handle some times, “We are scouting Mr. Thornberry,” Clarissa informed him now, saying it in a mocking noble tone, “Besides, where’s your sense of adventure? I bet a rabbit would be more excited from you.”
Henry had muttered something, but it was rather inaudible to her at the moment. Not that it mattered; these things were to be expected out of her companion. Honestly though, the young woman had thought by now that Henry would have gotten a little better, but not yet. She would have to make sure that there were more drunken nights ahead of them, the rest of the others would certainly see to it that he would have a mighty fine time. Besides, cutting through the forests of Balor was a short cut, a dangerous one, but at the end of the road, there is always a rather decent reward. Glancing over her shoulder and back at her companion, he had the largest scowl planted across his face, and if it were not for a sound, he might have retorted something. The pair stopped dead in their tracks now, Clarissa cocking her head to the side slightly, her brown eyes wide and glancing around for a moment where as Henry just lifted his head a little more. Both could remind people of skittish rabbits where they remained still and tense at the sound of screams and yells. Something was about.
Of course, being the person that she was, Clarissa wished to check it out, “Come on, Henry,” she hissed under her breath as she stumbled forward now, talking long and awkward strides as her companion followed, lacking a certain spring in his step. As they drew closer now, the woods and darkness still covering them, the two came across the commotion of five ruffians attacking a woman and two men, “Bandits,” Clarissa exclaimed now under her breath, “How dare they, I’ve never liked their kind. They always give us thieves such a bad rep,” she muttered now, watching how two of them were harassing the woman, and the way it went, it probably would not be long before they decided to overpower her and take what they want. Two others were restraining her companions, while the last went towards the carriage now and peered it. There was something about this that all seemed rather odd to her, there was nobody barking orders at them, surely there had to be leader somewhere, after all, these men seemed nothing but common folk. It was a very strange situation indeed.
“We should go get the others,” Henry replied now and she simply waved him off with her hand, “Nonsense, it will take forever to find them at this time at night, and by then, those men will have done their terrible deeds,” she countered now, trying to grasp a plan into her mind. Although, when it came down to it, the young woman never did have plans, not right off the bat at least. It has been within her experience, nothing ever does go according to plan. Henry had said something about still going and finding the others, and she heard the rustles of leaves, signaling his departure, but she would have none of it. After a moment, she jumped up onto a dead log, making her landing as loud as possible as her hands rested on her hips as she commented with a large smile, “I dare say, why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? Wearing…pants,” Clarissa felt no need to announce who she was, for her face was plastered all over wanted signs now for her capture, being the princess of thieves had its issues some times.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 11, 2011 20:44:43 GMT -5
Clarissa was quite accustomed to this by now though, after all, not too many women decided to wear pants about in Albion, it was considered improper and unlady like as her mother would have put it. Although, this seemed to be the least of the man’s problems at the moment, and more that she had been there to witness his fall. Of course though, Clarissa could only hope that he decided that she had simply been walking down the road verses popping out of the woods. After all, that would look too good since it was she who had set the rabbit out. Although, fate did not seem to be working in her favor though as he quickly snatched the reins out of her hand, so fast that the leather might have created a burn. Waving her hand slightly, as if it air it out dramatically, she glanced from the horse to Rouland now, “Don’t worry Sir, I wasn’t going to do anything to it,” after all, she did not prefer horses. They were loud and rather hard to hide, although, whatever he thought of her, it was certainly something that he did not trust for he took a defensive stance with her right off the bat, “Who else does this horse belong to?” he demanded of her now, a fire in his voice, “It is not yours and we are the only ones here.”
He…made a very valid point, something that she had not thought off. Clearly, she probably should have timed this all a little better. Her shoulders slumped in a light hearted shrug and twisted her lips into a clueless smile, “I don’t know. I feel as if on these roads, everybody’s always losing their horses,” after all, main roads were often the place to target because of the heavy traffic that went through them. While dangerous, they often proved to be the most rewarding. For two seconds now, Clarissa found herself fairly certain that rage flashed across his eyes, clearly, his reputation followed him to the upmost standards, or in simpler terms, nothing spoke of Rouland de Archer had been lies. But she had dealt with worse, and far more many people than just one man. He may have rage as well as a sword, but the young woman was nimble and quick as a rabbit, or so she declared herself. If anybody was to teach some manners to her, they would have to catch her first, and so far, the whole land of Albion was proving to be a less that worthy adversary even with all of its kings, queens, and their noble sheep.
Hardly surprising though, he did not seem to take fair to kindly to her words, “And I thought women had better wits about them to neither be alone in the woods, nor be so respectful to one so…above yourself in status.” Ha, she could have seen that one coming from a mile away. Always had to love the things that nobles came up with about those of the lower class, one would think that they might have been blessed by the gods…oh wait, most of them did believe that, “Oh, I wouldn’t say I’m alone in the woods, because I have you. Plus, main roads are not all that bad, and I don’t think men like to mess with women who wear pants. I’ve hardly run into trouble yet,” she replied now with a cheeky grin before allowing herself to bend over in a swooping bow to the man now, her brown eyes glancing up towards him now, “And forgive me Sir, it is hard to pay respects to somebody when I do not even know their name.”
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 8, 2011 23:14:38 GMT -5
For a moment, her eyes glanced back along the paper trail now that she had left behind. It was honestly quite monstrous looking, but that did not matter to her. After all, one by one, each piece was slowly being blown away by the breeze, and Clarissa often did not think people clever enough to actually look at the papers. Her mind did wander for a little though back to that hideous picture of her on the capture signs though, would people honestly recognize her? It was a little hard to gloat about being the renown ‘Princess of Thieves’ when people could not recognize you by your picture. Although, she may be over thinking this a little too much. Her brown eyes glanced back over the picture, “If it were not for the nose, it would look much more like me,” she mused to herself out as she held the picture away now by the length of an arm and her hand rested on her chin, as if mocking noble men and how they studied valuable things, “Either way, Henry would be jealous to hear that I had made the posters and he has not yet.” Then again, perhaps he was thrilled; after all, when he met her on a bridge in the woods, this was probably not what he thought his life was going to turn out to be.
A dove’s coo came out of nowhere, but it hardly fazed her. It was not until it called out again did she drop what she was doing and glance into the forest now. That call did not actually belong to a bird, but to a human. It was a warning call, one that she knew well and it was incredibly life like. One would have to know birds very well to know that it was anything but that. A frown rested on her lips now, whatever could it be a warning for. Too bad the person calling it was too much of a chicken to show his face, for that would mean that Clarissa could gloat. Nonetheless though, she preferred getting out of trouble by her own, after all, she was clever enough to not rely on anybody’s help, unless she was about to be hung. But somehow, that was not on her plans in the foreseeable future at the moment. The warnings came again, and this time she actually decided to pay attention now, sounded like three or four people coming her way. Curious indeed. While faint, there was the sound of horse hooves and she glanced down the road in which she had come and her eyes widen.
A knight.
She was certain of it, with all that chain male and the notable red cape, she would have to be a loon to not recognize one. For a moment, she held sort of a stupid look on her face, her lips curled and yet she showed teeth as her head cocked a little to the side and one of her eyebrows arched up now, “What to do?” After all, this could very much be a game, and what joy this would be if she could say that this was the day some silly knights almost caught her. But at the same time, Clarissa realized that there was only one knight right there, and yet she was certain that the warning had stating that there was more than that, surely, because often, patrols were done with many bodies. Although, at the same time, with being rather close to the city, she did not wish to be known of just quite yet. Running away would be foolish, that would certainly look suspicious, regardless of whether it was down the road or into the woods, not to mention, she did not know where these other knights might be. So, perhaps her best option was just staying put. Quickly, she ran about like a chicken with its head chopped off in her mild drunken state, scooping up whatever paper scraps she could get and throwing them into the woods before pulling her bow down and off her back.
After all, one had to be prepared. Clarissa settled herself leaning against a tree now, the bow end hitting the ground and she just hung onto it casually, as if it were a walking stick and not a weapon. Her back was against the piece of paper on it, blocking it from the view of the knight as if that would make up for the fact that there hundreds of others right down the road now. Tossing her wild mane of hair out of her face now, brown eyes glanced down the road as the knight and his horse drew closer, “I wish I had a pint of ale,” she murmured to herself, not drunk enough yet to deal with knights, “Why good afternoon Sir! Are you on your way to Camelot?!” she called out now, trying to measure the situation at hand as well as this rather young looking knight.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 7, 2011 19:33:04 GMT -5
The one man did not heed her words though, and within a matter of seconds, pulled out his board sword on her and it quickly forced her up to her feet now. Clarissa’s gaze rested on the blade for a moment before finally saying, “See yah,” but as she turned towards the door now, the man jumped in front of her now, blocking her exit. A frown curled upon her lips now, “Really? Are we going to do this?” Although, there seemed to be no way to really get out of this situation for he and his friend was not going to allow her leave. Heaving a loud, she unsheathed a rather large dagger and flipped it in the air before snatching at its hilt, “Let’s get this started-“ but they did not even give the young woman a chance to finish her sentence as lunged at her. Quickly, she moved out of the way, and hopped over a table, quickly putting distance between her and the two friends as other members at the tavern now started placing bets on who would win. Lovely, well, at least she was bringing them entertainment at the moment.
Either way, these minutes were dragging on slowly, and these men seemed to be in no condition of wanting to give up, which was quite frankly, getting on her nerves. Of course though, being the Princess of Thieves came with abilities, and that was getting out of sticky situations and sticky was what it was about to come for those two ‘gentlemen’, and quite literally as well, “Give up yet, Lockwood?!” the man said with a sneer, his friend laughing behind him like a buffoon. A cocky grin flashed across her face now, somebody did not pay enough attention to the stories about her. Without so much of a warning, she reached to her side and grabbed a pitcher of beer right off the table and flung it at them, the contents splashing them in the face and startling them before grabbing a small wooden chair and then throwing it at them as well. The chair, while light, still caused enough of an impact to the currently incapacitated men that it caused them to topple onto the ground. Lunging forward, she scooped up the dropped sword and pointed it at them, “How do you like being faced down by your own sword?”
The men were still trying to gather about their wits at the moment, but it did not take long before the one acused her, “You cheated!” Really now? They were going there? She rolled her eyes, and a smirk played across her lips, “Psh, Outlaw,” she replied now, as if reminding them of what she was before she handed back the sword now and grabbed a pint, mug and all, on the way out, “Put on my tab!” she called out as she waltzed right on the door before the Tavern owner could say anything. Tabs were nonexistent in Clarissa’s world, for she barely ever came back. This place had been lucky that the card game had ruined her plans of drinking the place out, which was her usual pass time if she were not getting in trouble, or running from the kingdom’s knights for stealing wealth. Bringing the mug to her lips now, she took a long sip as she walked, a smile brimming from cheek to cheek, “Well Camelot, my lady, one cannot argue that you have very fine ale,” she murmured to herself as she walked out of the small village now and onto the main roads through the woods. Unlike other women, Clarissa did not fear the main roads that cut throughout Albion, but perhaps that was because she expected nobody to mess with her, and well, if they did, they were certain to have an arrow shot at their bums.
It did not take her very long before she had finished that pint and threw the mug onto the side of the road. By now, that had been her sixth drink, and therefore, it began to affect her. But it did not matter, for Clarissa truly did not believe that it affected her in the slightest. Sure, her strides got awkwardly longer and her arms were often bent at the elbows and sometimes waved about as if she were walking on a log, while her feet made sure not to fall off the imaginary edge. People often did not think her sane, then again, she stole from the likes of kings and queens and nobles, Clarissa Lockwood was not a very sane individual indeed. After all, she had stolen Lady Vivian’s crown just to prove to King Olaf that she was certainly something to be reckon with, especially after she melted it down and distributed it evenly to the pheasants. Although, now she was onto bigger things than Lyonesse and had been for some time, it was just now that her sights lay on Camelot, and what she wished to have was located in Camelot City, home of the Pendragon family.
When she told Henry of this, her trusted companion, he quickly shot back at her that she was barking mad and would not partake in this hunt, although, she was quite certain that it was a lie and that he was simply tracking her down right now, not wanting to admit that he wanted in on the action. Henry was always one of those people who tried to be the very voice of reason, a little more cautious and looked before he leapt, but that often didn’t happen since Clarissa just shoved him off the cliff, figuratively of course. But her thoughts of Henry and where he might currently be were side tracked by a sheet of paper purposely hammered onto a tree. Taking one gigantic step closer to it, her brown eyes gazed over it to see what it read:
REWARD: 200 GOLD PEIECES
FOR CAPTURE OF: CLARISSA LOCKWOOD
She simply stared at it for a long look before ripping it off the tree trunk now, now, 200 gold pieces was not a bad price, but Clarissa thought she would have been worth a little more, not to mention, they did not even bother mention Henry Thornberry on there at all. Of course, this was the least of her problems at the moment regarding the ‘wanted’ poster, “Do they really expect that to be me?” she asked herself now. The portrait in all other words was terrible. Her face was not at all what it seemed, with a crazy mess of a hair and a bread roll nose, “Somebody needs to fire their artist,” she frowned sourly, “How on earth could you get my face wrong?!” the young woman yelled up at the sky now before more fluttering paper caught her eye now.
As Clarissa stared down the road now, an ugly realization came to her. Every single tree almost, it seemed, that sat outlining the main road, had a piece of paper on it. Quickly, she stumbled over towards the next tree, for surely, they could not all be of her. But evidently, they could. The lands of Albion either really wanted to get rid of 200 gold pieces or their paper boy had too much time on their hand. Her lips twisted to the side, as if thinking of something to do about this, and normally her ideas were quite odd and brilliant at the same time, but none of those flashes of geniusesness…or daftness was coming to her at the moment and only the most simplest of solutions, and well, practical, came to her mind now: she was going to have to take down all of those papers. Heaving a rather loud sigh, Clarissa started her work ripping the posters off the trees and ripping them apart and threw them over her shoulder. As the pieces of paper fluttered to the ground now, they did not move unless the wind decided to pick them up, but it was not likely and therefore left a paper trail.
Setting: Season Threeish
Time: Early Afternoon
Tags: Sir Lucan
Song: The Return of the Eagle
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 5, 2011 19:51:13 GMT -5
While Henry may have denounced the idea of sitting around and lying in wait, it soon became clear that patience was greatly rewarded. Clarissa still lay there in weight, trying to get a better look at the approaching noble. It did not take long though, for she could easily recognize that head of hair with that body of fancy clothing anywhere, “Oh great hunters, how you have blessed me,” the young woman muttered under her breath with a smile. And blessed her, they had, for coming down the main road was none other than Rouland de Archer and he is quite the important noble. After all, he was always on the right side and never the wrong, meaning that his own vast wealth continued to grow without any complication. A clever man indeed, he was, so Clarissa knew she had to be careful indeed for a man of his stature very well may have heard of her considering that nobles and royalty was all that she targeted for her good deeds.
Another notable thing about this at the moment was that he was riding quite a noble looking horse, but if there was one thing that Clarissa learned, it was this: noble’s horses were not always the bravest, because unlike the knights and their war horses, noble’s horses do not brave the roads a lot, and if they did, they were protected so they started easily. Honestly, Rouland might as well just handed over his money to her now on a silver platter. The moment that the young woman released the rabbit now, all hell seemed to break loose. Brown eyes watched as the rabbit darted underneath the animal and the horse quickly reared up, frighten by what had just happened. It certainly had caught the noble lord by surprise too, for he quickly toppled off the animal now. Not to mention, the priceless look on his face had been enough to state his surprise, and nearly sent her into a fit of giggles as well, but Clarissa quickly sobered her laughter up.
After all, there were horses and nobles to save.
Quickly, she had gotten up and while still under the cover of the bush, sprinted down a couple of yards down and then jumped out of the brush now. After all, it would have been silly to jump out where the rabbit had been, then it would have looked a little too obvious and not innocent at all. Jogging forward, she made her way over towards the horse and rider now. Rouland seemed to be rushing it now, but Clarissa feared that might just cause the horse to run again, and that would just simply complicate things. So while the animal had its eyes on its master now, the young woman leaped forward and within two seconds, snatched at the reins and held them in her hand now. Clarissa made certain that she had a firm grip on the horse as the man came over to his horse now, “There there, horse, it was only a little Frith. Surely such a great animal as you cannot be terrified of a rabbit now, could you?” she asked it with a grin.
Her hand reached up now and bushed some of her wild brunette hair out of her face now as her gaze looked towards Rouland now, “Is this your horse, Sir?” She asked with a grin as she stroked the animal on its face, “I’d say, here I thought men had better wits about them to keep them in the saddle.” Okay, so she might be asking for it right now, but it could not be helped. Images of his face as had tumbled off his horse still played greatly in her mind; it was as if she could not look at him with one serious bone in her body…not that Clarissa ever had a serious bone to begin with.
Notes: Bwahahaha. It's a miracle how you keep track of them, and I just saw that you added another to the de Archer clan as well. Matt Smith is yummy =] I approve. And I also apologize for the length of my posts so far! These are quite depressing sizes for me.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 4, 2011 0:05:24 GMT -5
There had been nobody for three days now. Three whole days. The young woman could not help but to think that her contact was starting to make things up now in a dry season just so that they would get his money. This certainly would not work at all and sitting up in a tree did prove to be a little uncomfortable at times. A huge sigh could not help but to escape her, perhaps she needed to start looking into people within the noble and royal homes to be her spies rather than random men and women out on the streets. Either way, she suppose that this might be a lesson learned, after all, give up on nothing without taking away a lesson learned from it. That was what her father had always told her, perhaps it had been something that he had learned from when he had been a squire for a knight. Although, when he had told her that, a knight of Lyonesse probably never had suspected that his daughter would be Clarissa Lockwood, Princess of Thieves.
Although, this part of the job title seemed to be going by really slowly. She pulled her bow off her back now and plucked at the string for a moment before bringing it up and pulled back on it for a moment, testing it out, “I really should get this restrung some time,” she muttered to herself as her brown eyes glanced around from on top of her tree, waiting for something to happen although, it may just be wishful thinking on her part though. This had been the major road though, practically everybody traveled on here, nobles especially, and if she were lucky, royals too. Although, there was one problem being in a rather unfamiliar territory at the moment, Clarissa had no idea as to whether her fame had spread to Mercia or not yet, and if that was the case, would certainly cause her to have to take up arms and action rather than using her charm and charisma before just snatching something, “Clarissa, this is silly, I’m heading back to camp!” came a male voice now. A frown came to her lips as she shifted herself to glance down the tree to stare a young man, close in age to her, “Why on earth would you do that, Henry?!”
“Because there is food and it’s becoming clear that nobody is coming,” he replied now. Even with her being this far up now, she knew fairly well that he was wearing a face of annoyance. Henry was essentially her concision, Clarissa’s better half so to speak, at least, he had control and was cautious about situations, but sometimes, he could be a bit of a wet rag, “Fine,” Clarissa said as she let out a rather exaggerated sigh, “But don’t be angry with me when you miss out on all of the action!” He did not answer her, but simply rolled his eyes before he walked away, and she could hear all of the rambles and bushes shaking because of it. Annoyed now, she crossed her arms over her chest now and sat up proudly, as if determine that it would bring out somebody to come down this road, ‘Just you wait, Henry, you’ll be wrong,’ Clarissa thought to herself now, but as the minutes turned into another hours, all hope seemed to be lost, but she did not wish to go back to Henry yet, after all, he’d do his whole ‘I told you so’ lecture and there was no ale there to drown him out.
There was another sound now, and it was the slight tingling of bells, why, the rabbit trap! Quickly, she swung herself off the branch and quickly descended her way down before landing on the wood’s grounds now like a cat. Quickly, she ran over and sat that there was a rabbit sitting in the entrapment. Sitting down besides it, she lifted the makeshift cage ever so slightly and reached in quickly, grabbing the jack by the scruff with her hands before pulling him up and completely toppling over the trapt now. The rabbit tried to kick at her with its powerful legs, but of course, it was completely missing her, “Why, hello there little Frith, there is no need to get angry with me,” after all, Clarissa was in no mood for rabbit at the moment. Besides, she often felt like she could relate to a rabbit, always being hunted down for the mischief that they caused with crops. It had been at that moment when she heard horse’s hooves and Clarissa peered through the brush to see a great animal coming, “Ha, take that Henry,” she muttered to herself now, if she could startle that horse, maybe she could catch it and get a lot of gratitude, or yelled at, depending on whether they knew her or not. Her gaze moved back towards the rabbit, “I am sorry little Frith, but you are going to have to aid me now.”
Quietly, she placed the jack rabbit on the ground now and made it certain that he was pointing directly at the road now, and very close to it so that he would not turn and go any other ways. Brown eyes watched as the horse drew closer now. After a moment, she finally released the jack rabbit. It quickly darted forward, escaping from its captor and right underneath the horse’s feet and so, Clarissa sat there and waited for the events to unfold.
Setting: Main road of Mercia to Camelot
Time: Early Afternoon
Tags: Rouland
Notes: Sorry this quite the awkward intro, I'm still figuring her out at the moment and how I wish to protray her personality XD It will get better the next time around.
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