Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 21, 2008 21:30:03 GMT -5
((...how did she know he was coming?))
*Robbie eyed the food with suspicion. Someone knew he was there. Glancing about, he turned and fled, leaving the food untouched. It must be a trap.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 21, 2008 21:32:04 GMT -5
((She guessed. Probably assumed a few days later he'd be back so she's been leaving food every day since, and when it doesn't get eaten she has her mother take it to the local homeless shelter or something. No idea.))
*Johanna as it turned out was quite happily sitting in her room, reading.*
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Post by Robbie on Sept 21, 2008 21:36:12 GMT -5
*Skirting the edge of the property, Robbie found the pheasants had been moved. He crept upon the pen, made certain no one was watching, popped one into his sack, and scaled the wall, disappearing into the woods almost as quickly as he'd appeared.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 21, 2008 21:37:39 GMT -5
*But of course the groundskeeper had been watching. He knew someone had been picking off pheasants, because he knew each and every one of them better than Johanna did (mostly because he was in fear of being accused of stealing them should any go missing). He'd be reporting this to the Madame...*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 21, 2008 21:41:59 GMT -5
((He just loffs pheasant, okaaay?))
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Post by Robbie on Sept 21, 2008 22:58:16 GMT -5
*Robbie went back to his campsite to cook the bird as darkness fell. He shivered in the cool evening air, crouching as near to the fire as he dared without scorching himself.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 22, 2008 16:29:58 GMT -5
*From a distance, the groundskeeper waited for the little thief to fall asleep.*
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Post by Robbie on Sept 22, 2008 16:39:57 GMT -5
*Robbie finished his supper and curled up close to the fire, still shivering with cold, but now with his belly full, he found himself slipping into exhausted sleep with much more ease.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 22, 2008 16:42:21 GMT -5
*When he was quite convinced that the lad was entirely asleep, the man--in his forties and quite broad about the shoulders--approached quietly. In one fluid movement he'd grabbed the boy and thrown him over his shoulder, and was moving off in the direction of the closest gate.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 22, 2008 16:50:17 GMT -5
*A ten year old boy does not waken quickly nor easily, but being flung about in such a manner had Robbie's subconscious ire fighting for freedom.*
"Gerroff! Let me go!" *he shouted.* "Who are ye? What do ye want?"
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 22, 2008 16:53:49 GMT -5
*The groundskeeper wouldn't be letting the child go anytime soon, though, and his arms were like iron.*
"Tu penses que tu peux voler de la famille Pontmercy et pas etre puni? Petit fou; tu vas voir." *He grumbled.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 22, 2008 17:00:19 GMT -5
"WOT?" *he bellowed.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 22, 2008 17:04:02 GMT -5
*But they were approaching the house, and the groundskeeper made no more response than a grunt, as he had no idea what language the rascal was speaking in. He carried Robbie into a room near the kitchens, where Madame Pontmercy was waiting.*
"I don't think he speaks French, Madame," *He informed her (in French),* "but this is the one what's been picking off the pheasants.*
*Aimee blinked. She hadn't expected someone so young. She looked at him, not accusingly but merely curiously. What could have driven one so young to be stealing pheasants.*
"Do you speak English?" *She asked, with only the slightest French accent.*
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Post by Robbie on Sept 22, 2008 17:05:47 GMT -5
"Wot else?" *scowled the boy, glaring at the groundskeeper.* "I dunno wot ye want wi'me, missus, but I ain't done nothin' wrong."
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 22, 2008 17:09:33 GMT -5
*Aimee sighed.*
"Monsieur Robert informs me you've been stealing the odd pheasant from our nye."
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