| Title: Robin Hood Time: Thursday, March 18, 2004 The Thespians: Lien Nguyen, Faya Thor and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - River Notes: As of yet, this is still a scene in progress. |
| +---[ Scattergood Grounds - River ]------------------------------------------+ | | | The rippling waters of a fast paced river cut across the landscape, | | rushing over occasionally visible rocks 'neath its surface. The width | | varies as much as the depth does; at times it stretches wide and shallow, | | then slim and deep, then other combinations, but always seeming to go | | roughly the same speed: fairly quickly. The water's banks differ as well, | | from sandy and low to pebbly, to grassy and high with a foot drop to the | | river's surface. The slim path narrows more, the trampled dirt hardly | | visible under a collage of weeds and grasses, while on the opposite side | | trees from the forest grow, some stretching directly up against the | | water's path. | | | +-[ Exits: ]-----------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Red cloak flashing against the bare winter landscape, Lien Nguyen dashes a quick and winding path along the riverbank, back into the trees or down near the water. (But never TOO near; she's already been pulled out of ice cold water twice this year.) Today her nature toy of choice is a slightly stick strung with a string into an extremely inefficient parody of a bow--no matter, however, for she has no arrows. "Halt!" she shouts down at the path from above, losing an imaginary arrow and racing down after it. "Your purse!" And then, turning away, "Rob from the rich and give to the poor!" Three guesses what Lien's been reading. |
| Pascal Curio has decided to stray from her usual resting spot by the lake, and is carefully making her way along the riverbank as well, except she's taken the path close to the water. She looks out at the river with a rather thoughtful look on her face, but her attention is soon diverted by Lien's shouting. The slightly 'who the hell is shouting' irritable look just flickers over her face and is soon replaced by a rather amused one as her eyes trail after the red cloak whipping around Lien's form. Perhaps she'll just stand here and watch until something a little more embarrassing happens. |
| Oh, fun, time to play Mortify Lien. The sixth grader is completely oblivious to Pascal's presence--didn't she come out here because it was less crowded? At least she's stopped shouting now, having gone back to the scamper up the bank and scramble back down thing. She comes down to the path and all she'd have to do is look up to see the older girl, but her occupation is with the ground. She drops to one knee and examines it closely, then leaps to her feet. "This way, men!" And she comes running down the path... right at Pascal. This realization finally dawns on her as she approaches near, and she skids to a stop, landing ungracefully on her rear, staring up at the older girl, cheeks going a bright red. |
| A rather broad smirk curves across Pascal's features as she looks down at the younger girl. She manages to clear it off of her face, and then looks slightly past Lien, as if the 'men' were coming, following their leader. Another look back at Lien, and the a look past her again. "Quickly men!" She yells, fighting to keep a straight face. "She's found the slimy rascal!" Being Pascal of course, and as she falls silent, she needs to raise her hand to her mouth, just to keep it shut from laughing. |
| "Oh, shut up." Lien scowls briefly at Pascal before getting to her feet and straightening her glasses, which were knocked lopsided in the sudden stop. She brushes at the back of her robes and cloak and wrinkles her nose up at Pascal. "At least I can have fun without makin' somebody else miserable." It's amazing, really, how she can go from bright eyed and energetic to sullen and glaring in the space of a few seconds. |
| "Right," Pascal says, smirking as she crosses her arms in front of her. "I can't even play along with you without you getting all uptight and defensive, now can I?" Not that Pascal actually wanted to play along, but Lien did guess right the first time. "Maybe /I/ wanted to have some fun too, hmm? Never thought of that, now did you?" Her weight shifts to one leg and her own eyes, glittering in jest stare right back at Lien's glaring ones. |
| "No," says Lien, not looking nearly as abashed as she normally would in such a situation. "I wonder how come." Eleven years old and already beginning to pick up some cynicism. Where's Billy when you need him? Truth be told, though, Lien would have been embarrassed no matter WHO found her engaged in her game (a few select people aside, of course). Pascal just brings out the best in her, doesn't she? "But that's fine." The glare in her eyes melts into one of exaggerated innocence. "You can play too, if you want to." |
| Lien asked for it, though in the end, it could be Pascal who may regret her decision. She claps her hands together a little too happily, and then beams down sugary sweet at Lien. "Wonderful. What are we playing? Do I get to have a bow as well?" She fights the urge to add, 'I believe I left my super villain cloak in my dorm,' and just continues with her smile that just doesn't reach her eyes. |
| "Robin Hood." With a supreme effort, Lien keeps her tone as friendly and conversational as possible. "You could be Little John, or Will Scarlet, or Friar Tuck... or the Sheriff." We'll just leave the most obvious for last, hmm? Lien's trying, she's really trying to be nice. |
| Snow crunches underfoot, announcing the arrival of Faya Thor. She is dressed in her winter cloak, and one mittened hand clutches the girl's wand. Faya peers at the figures of Lien and Pascal curiously, wondering what they're doing. She hadn't been expecting anybody else to be here. Oh, well. The wand is slipped into a pocket as Faya approaches the other girls. "Hello," she calls out in greeting. Sure, she'd been hoping for some time alone to practice some of the spells she was trying to learn, but that's no need to be rude...right? |
| Looking thoughtful, Pascal chews on her lower lip gently as she tries to decide on exactly what character she wants to play. Well, she knows exactly what character she wants to play, and here she slips a rather sly look at Lien. "Who's Robin Hood? You?" Insert immature whine. "I want to be Robin Hood!" This isn't going to be easy for either, and before Pascal can continue to whine, she's distracted by a hello. Her head whips to the side, and she looks at Faya casually. "Hello," and she'd ask Faya to play too, but she's already pushing Lien's buttons. |
| Brown eyes flicker from Pascal to Faya, and then back. Lien decides she'll deal with Pascal first. "Well...." Sigh. "Okay, I guess you can be Robin Hood." The older girl is definitely pushing the limit of nice, here. But, she's still managing. And now her gaze turns to Faya, grateful that she is no longer alone to deal with Pascal. "Hi! We're gonna play Robin Hood--you wanna play?" |
| "Robin Hood? Umm, ok..." Faya eyes Pascal with an odd look on her face. For some reason, she doesn't seem the type to be playing Robin Hood...Well, whatever. With a shrug, Faya turns to Lien again. "Can I be Robin?" After all, why should Faya settle for anything less than the best? As far as she's concerned, she deserves it. Stuck up? Nahhhhh. |
| If Pascal was in any less of a better mood she'd challenge Faya. Actually, she still might. She looks at Lien, and then looks at Faya. Voice is sweet and she smiles fakely at Faya. "Why don't you be... Little John? And, Lien, you can be my Maid Marian." She completely disregards Faya's question about being Robin Hood, but she's got other things up her sleeve anyway. |
| Maid Marian? To Pascal's Robin Hood? How about... not. "I'd rather be Will Scarlet," says Lien, hesitantly suggesting a more pleasant alternative. "My cloak's the right color." Bright, cardinal red. This is the first time all year the girl's actually GLAD that her mom picked it out that color. |
| Little John? But Faya wants to be Robin Hood! Pascal is given a look of dislike, and Faya answers, "I don't want to be Little John. I want to be Robin Hood!" Having grown up with three cousins makes Faya quite accustomed to petty arguments such as this. Why should Pascal get to be Robin, just because she's older? |
| Pascal Curio stares at Faya calmly and crosses her arms in front of her chest again. She's not going to budge, not anytime soon. "/I'm/ Robin Hood. If you don't want to be Little John, you can be Maid Marian then. Lien doesn't really want to be her anyway, though I can't see why not." She shrugs and gives a glance over to Lien, and she's got an exaggerated look of 'this is going to take /forever/' that she makes sure Faya sees as well. |
| "Please, Faya?" The shortest of the girls looks at Faya pleadingly. "Just for a little while, and then you can be Robin Hood next time." Not that there will likely BE a next time. "It'll be dark soon and then it'll be too cold to play and we'll have to go inside anyway." Lien fidgets with something inside the pockets of her robes. "Please?" |
| Now Faya is torn between Lien and her pride. She weighs the two in her mind...There's no way I'm going to let that girl get her way! (Here Pascal is given a dirty look.) But, what about Lien? Faya's eyes fall on the pleading look on Lien's face. How could she be so mean to the girl? Oh, alright... "Fine," Faya mumbles, glaring at Pascal darkle. The look on her face clearly says, 'I'm only doing this for Lien...I'll get back at you some other time!' "I'll be Little John." Hmph. |
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