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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 15, 2009 22:30:06 GMT
Flight, I'm pretty speedy ;D
sweet or savoury?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 15, 2009 18:27:00 GMT
Henry's words were like a stinging slap to the face and for a few moments after he finally fell silent, Gill couldn't speak. How was she supposed to keep up with this boy's changing temper? One moment he was ignoring her, the next saving her life. His smiles and soft words had been left behind in the orchard, swinging first into bitterness, now resentment and violent anger.
When he hit the plate, sending food skittling across the floor, Gill flinched- her face stony. Guilt and upset disappeared as irritation finally took hold of her. Why feel sorry for this boy? The desire to yell at him bubbled inside of her, but she pressed her mouth together in a grim line, teeth clenched behind her lips.
Although her next words were controlled, they were edged with a hardness that caused her hands to tremble:
"If I wanted you to be arrested Henry, would I have covered for you in the kitchens? And if I wanted you permanently 'off the streets' I'd have cried assault or worse to Arthur. If you don't want my guilt that's fine, but let me leave you with these apologies. I am sorry that you're here. I'm also sorry that you're too damn pig-headed to understand or care about anyone other than yourself..." Her dark eyes flashed dangerously as she spoke, and when the simmering anger threatened to overtake her, she stood up abruptly. She would leave this boy with what little dignity she could muster. Her last words were softer, spoken as she dropped his shoe through the bars. "...And I'm sorry we ever met."
It was at this point she caught sight of the dungeon master, watching curiously from the end of the row. The noise of Henry shouting must have roused him.
"Everythin' alright there Miss?"
"Fine thank-you." she replied with a tight smile. "Goodnight Henry."
Without a backwards glance she left the cell, her even footsteps echoing through the dungeons. She continued to walk even when the dungeons were far behind her, through the palace gates and on through the city. Gill was surprised at how angry she felt, but perhaps when you felt passionate about something, it could swing either way in seconds.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 14, 2009 22:48:06 GMT
Gill knelt, placing the food beside her, and faced Henry through the bars. She didn't answers his first two questions. It was obvious why she was here- she felt that it was her fault everything had happened, and it didn't matter how she had got past the guards.
"Just go away will you?" Henry's voice hardened and Gill opened her mouth to protest that she wasn't going anywhere, but he cut her off, continuing: "I don't need the responsibility of you too. It's bad enough I'm in here!"
Gill's hopeful smile faltered, hurt, as Henry turned his back to her. She bit her lip to stop it trembling, continuing to kneel as her hands tightened their grip on the bars. And she hadn't thought it was possible to feel any worse than she already did... He does blame me! Forceful tears started pricking at her eyes. But instead of apologising, she blinked them back and pushed the food through the bars, asking in a voice much steadier than she felt:
"At least tell me your name."
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 14, 2009 1:59:14 GMT
Gill had walked back from the orchard in a miserable state. She had taken a detour through the empty kitchens, grabbing some of the leftovers that had been overlooked and not cleared up. She filled a pitcher with water, tucked the shoe under her arm and headed out towards the dungeons. On her way down the spiral steps she heard echoing footsteps ascending and slid into one of the alcoves, hidden. The prince strode past, heading back towards the castle. Gill waited until his footsteps faded into the distance and then continued her descent. She was stopped by a guard almost immediately. After the breakout the other week, the security of the prisoners was much improved.
"I'm bringing the newest prisoner food." she explained, before the guard asked her anything, and made to stride past confidently. She had almost made it past when his deep voice inquired: "Wait one minute there little miss..." she froze in her tracks, turning on her heel to face him. "Under who's orders?" "Prince Arthur's." she replied lightly. "But he only just bought in the whelp." "I was there when he arrested him." "Where?" "The Orchard." "When?" "Just now." "Don't normally be givin' them food this late." "I'm a maid, I don't question the orders I'm given."
He seemed satisfied and nodded. Gill breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh and miss." "Yes?" Gill voice showed signs of strain, she was so close! "Why'd you have a shoe under your arm?" "I always carry a spare shoe..." she replied with a quick smile, and hurriedly turned the corner leaving the guard behind her. Most of the inmates were sleeping and so she had trouble identifying which one was Henry. After a few minutes searching she discovered him curled up, apparently sleeping
"Psst." she whispered, "It's Gill."
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 13, 2009 12:17:33 GMT
"You boy, are under arrest. For trespassing on the Kings land. You will be thrown into gaol for the night and you will then spend three days in the stocks."
Gill gasped as the Prince placed Henry under arrest. At least it was only for trespassing and not for the crime of attacking her. But it was still her fault for acting on impulse and taking Henry to the orchard with her in the first place. What made it worse was that she was getting away scott free because she worked in at the palace.
"I accept your charge." the boy muttered quietly, and allowed himself to be manhandled away by the Prince. Gill stepped forwards, she knew she wasn't strong enough to pull Henry away and didn't want to do anything that might anger the Prince further. She wanted to call out Henry's name, or apologise. But she didn't know his name. And apologies would mean nothing.
She ran after them a few steps, managing to whisper "I'll come to you in the dungeons." quietly so Arthur wouldn't hear. Then she was left standing rooted to the spot as Arthur roughly pulled the boy away. Gill clutched the shoe to her chest and bit back tears that threatened to spill; then she slowly walked back toward the castle.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 5, 2009 23:35:51 GMT
To know how I was going to die. I think after a while you'd accept it, plus imagine living your everyday life feeling that fearless (up until the day you actually did die obviously...)
Do you like marmite?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 5, 2009 23:31:59 GMT
"Friends? If that's true, then you can tell me his name can't you?"
This question from the Prince was completely unexpected and Gill made the mistake of faltering. In hindsight, she could have made up any name and the boy with her would have corroborated what she said to save his own skin.
"I...I..." she threw Henry a glance, her pale face turning red. "Look, I don't know his name, your highness, but, he saved my life..." She was glad that Arthur had lowered his sword and so stepped backwards alongside Henry instead of in front of him. She was scared, and instinctively wanted to reach out and hold Henry's hand for reassurance, but instead her hands stayed frozen by her sides, clenched.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 3, 2009 18:57:51 GMT
"I didnt...I never..."
Henry's words sounded oddly distant as she scrambled to her feet. This must be a dream, this cannot be happening: It wasn't just any old castle guard standing infront of them, Gill suddenly realised, it was Arthur, Prince of Camelot. Her mouth opened in shock, but no words came out.
"Gill?"
As she heard her name spoken with such a tone of pleading, it brought her back to the present and her mouth jolted into action, her brain a few steps behind. She moved protectively to stand infront of Henry, Arthur's sword pointed at her chest now.
"Your Highness!" she dropped into a clumsy curtsy, wincing at the pain in her legs. "Please, he wasn't hurting me, he was helping me I swear." She knew that she still needed to explain her disheveled appearance and why she was even in the Orchard in the first place, so continued:
"I...I'm a maid here, the castle I mean..." her words came fast and jumbled, realising the state she must look, she ran a hand through her mane of hair with both hands so the Prince believed she did actually work at the Castle and wasn't just some street wench. "And we came here to watch the, the sunset, then I, I fell" she half turned indicating the tree behind them, "and he was just helping me, please your highness, it's the truth I promise. We're friends and I fell."
Gill's chest rose and fell heavily, she couldn't believe this was actually happening. The Prince! She swallowed loudly, her mouth dry, and waited for one of the men either side of her to speak.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 1, 2009 16:51:12 GMT
Mine's nowhere near as scary/good as the other ones posted! (I'm the leopard) I did steal someone's banana costume throughout the night, so will possibly get a photo of that up!
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 1, 2009 13:18:16 GMT
Rather a lot has happened since I left my father and brothers behind at the farm and travelled to Camelot. I don't miss the agricultural lifestyle, as I never really made the adjustment from being in a highclass family to peasant very well, but I am enjoying working as a maid in the castle. I have been assigned to one Lady Anna Glenn, I had not heard of her before, but the other servants tell me she is a very famous noblewoman, whose story of loss is very tragic. I have only met her once, and have yet to form an opinion of her her. Although I hope we will be friends. Since arriving here, I have only really met one person outside of my job. A boy whose name I don't even know. He saved my life, and my purse, when I strayed into a rough tavern in the slums.Then, on my first day at work, he almost got me fired by stealing from the kitchens. I covered for him, after all I owed him one, right? My feelings towards him are really mixed, I feel drawn to him, yet I don't know him at all; and whilst I feel oddly safe around him, I'm attracted by a sense of danger? Then we went to the Orchard. And I think I may have really messed up...
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Nov 1, 2009 12:53:48 GMT
Gill stood holding the dress over her arm as Anna explained about the trunks, locking one and hanging the key around her throat. She must have various valuables in there, Gill concluded, what with being such a fine lady. It wasn't a surprise that she didn't want to leave it unlocked, servants at the palace were often heard to have stolen things from their masters and mistresses.
"Of course, I'll remember that." she replied obediently and walked over to a large wardrobe, opening the heavy oak door to hang Lady Anna's newly purchased dress. She couldn't keep the longing out of her eyes as her hand grazed the velvet, silk and gauze materials, all in beautifully rich dyed fabrics. There was a time when she would have worn dresses like that. Tucked away at the side was a dark brown dress, it's rough fabric frayed through use, it hung limpy off of the hanger. It seemed out of place in a grand wardrobe and Gill unhooked it, spinning to face Anna.
"Is this yours m'lady?" she asked, just incase one of the unknowing maids had put it in the wardrobe by accident.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 27, 2009 20:41:46 GMT
Gill smiled serenely as a string of concerned questions left Henry's lips. It had taken a shock to do it, but she seemed to have broken through his distant exterior. He cares if I'm ok! she thought contentedly to herself. He suddenly fell silent, somewhow managing to tangle himself in her skirts, and falling completely on top of her.
It may have been that Gill was still dizzy from the fall and wasn't thinking straight, but with Henry being in such close proximity she lost all sense of restraint. All the mixed feelings she had felt throughout their previous meetings came to a head, and instead of letting him scramble off of her with muttered apologies, she pulled him in closer, whispering playfully, "My head feels a lot better now..." and kissed him.
Her lips had barely touched his when a loud voice cried: "Get your hands off of her!" alongside the unmistakable sound of grating metal as a sword was drawn. Gill pulled away filled with dread. She couldn't imagine what this must look like to an onlooker. She couldn't even pull away successfully with Henry on top of her, and all of her protests were muffled in Henry's clothes. One thought whirred in her head. She was allowed to be here, Henry wasn't. And it was all her fault.
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 25, 2009 23:08:46 GMT
Gill didn't know how much time had elapsed until she saw Henry's blurred face hovering infront of her. Her ears still rang from the scream that had echoed out across the orchard. She stared, her eyes glassy as he spoke to her. His words washed over her, comforting, yet only registering a few long seconds after he had finished speaking.
"Hello?... Hello." she said, the world was gradually coming into focus the right way up, and Henry's two faded floating images became one concerned face looking down at her. She could feel his hand pulling her skirts down over her knees, and flinched at the sudden contact when the back of his hand touched her leg.
"I... I think I have your shoe..." she mumbled, stretching out both arms, offering the shoe and at the same time requesting to be pulled upright. She ached all over, and bruised like a peach- she was bound to be covered in tiny stormcloud bruises the next morning.
"And it's Gill, not girl." she added, waggling the shoe at Henry. Was it her ears still ringing, or could she hear distant horse hooves?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 23, 2009 20:50:17 GMT
Ooh that's quite off I have long dark brown curly hair, (quite like Gill's actually!) brown eyes, average height, olivey skin and no freckles (I really want freckles!). Oops, I think we may have messed up the game, someone's going to have to start from scratch now they know what me and Anna actually look like. Or do personality instead or something?
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Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Oct 23, 2009 20:27:09 GMT
"Oh that's quite alright," Gill was just relieved that Lady Anna had recovered from the shock so quickly. "Well I came up here to introduce myself and to tidy things up a bit, but I didn't like to start until you were here, in case you had specific rules about where you wanted things. Or certain things you didn't want touched." Gill clamped her mouth closed, aware that chatting too much to a noble may be considered rudeness. Instead, she asked politely, indictating the dress in Anna's arms:
"May I take it for you m'lady? It's such a lovely dress, it'd be a shame if it got crumpled." She walked over to Anna, arms outstretched.
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