Robert Hunter [Robin Hood]

It seems my stakes have gotten a little higher in the last couple of days.

Can this ex-con really say no to temptation? Blimey this makes me excited.

It's like a kid in the candy store, cept my candy is in big zeros and all the worthy places it can go.

I dare to say a ex-con man is feeling like getting his hands into something he shouldn't. Much like a kid with a cookie in the jar. Not supposed to touch, but the want is bloody there. That does not involve me stealing my own van, the fun is only half lived. I am Robin Hood after all.

[ Viewable to Jesse]

It would be for a good cause. Itching for something bloody fantastic. I need a gang, this one man show is a little lonely. What do you say old buddy? A bank? Some wealthy tycoon's house? They don't need it. They only care about their door prizes and trophies.

I still do not know how I feel about Russell Crowe taking my starring role. Granted I will give the movie credit, this may be one of the later adventures. Hollywood has a hard time getting anyone's story straight and I've been everything from a non-Brittish bloke in Prince of Thieves (oh Costner you make me giggle) to a fox with Errol Flynn type swashbuckling humor. I must say, sometimes the tele gets it right with those abruptly ended mini-series. At least the latest one gave me a good chuckle.

If only they bloody knew. I feel the need to write a book of my ol' glory days but I can't bother myself to get past the first blimey page. I'm not much for sittin' still.

Okay, Robert is a dull boy when he's bored. I never expected my van to really be stolen by someone other than myself. Blimey, someone has duped me. That's two vans in a month what ever will I do? Anyone willing to give up some transportation that I can put under lock and key for my armored car service? Bloody hell this is complete bollix. I think my customer's are startin' to suspect.

Something seems terribly wrong when an ex-robber gets robbed and so cleanly. Am I loosing my edge?

What a true ace. A barmy fool. When you rob someone, there's no time to bloody mess around.



Next time you cheeky little fool, take the back door.


((ooc: click the vid--to the side where the little icon appears on the left for it to play, IJ is being weird in the coding))

O_O  Someone stole my van! Mine. Robin Hood's. Bollox. No one steals from me without having some respect. I must meet this person, they are more clever than I thought. Tell me how you managed to get into an unbreakable system. You little cheeky bastard. This is exciting. Hurrr, hurrr.

No money today boys, what was locked up and in that van's safe is clear across the other end of the city now.  It'll be in the papers soon enough, and I'm sure some big bad business tycoons are going to have some very cherished words with me.

[ooc: Robin stole the van himself, making a little drama and taking the big money from wealthy bastards that don't need it so he can distribute it along the city to people he thinks needs it the most. Those that know Robin, probably could figure it out.]

Okay, Robert stop being a saft little sad sack. It's complete bollix. Time to sneak out and enjoy yourself. The tradition Halloween is coming up and you can bounce around like you used to in the old days without anyone thinking you're a kook. Spend some time with some new and old friends now that you have a bubbling little teenager on your crew. Still no secretary, and short a few more hands, but things are looking up. No pity parties Robert, this isn't you.

I need to stop talking about myself in third person. Now it's time to really feel some fresh air.

Last night was the first time I actually dreamed of her. At least in a long time. It's been centuries since I've seen my mates. Friends, confidants, and the only girl to ever steal my heart. Just the thought makes it flutter a little too lively. There was even a time that Gisborne had tried to conceal that lovely maid away from me, because the insufferable lout actually thought she held some affection for him. I haven't had dreams like this since the Crusades, and trust me it's been a while.

It's also been quite a while since I didn't have people around. Running the business alone these last few weeks has become rather taxing. The newspaper is being rather slow in posting my ad, I haven't seen in yet. I just called today, in a none too pleasant mood. Once the ad is out, maybe I can find a new secretary and drivers. There's too much busy work that I didn't realize the old girl actually did during the day, I was always too focused on the action.

It's not her fault that she's heading out for maternity leave, but Robert is used to a crew. I already lost my wing man, so the other van sits in the parking lot until I can get a new driver. And then there's my beautiful secretary who is parting ways soon. Which puts me in a fine little bind. I find I'm starting to wear out a lot quicker than I used to. Bollix.

Oh the good ol' days. That's a face I learned to make often, especially when giving a double bollix to the cheeky bastard. Gisbourne was rather easy to run around being that he was a lackey. How Marian could be nice to the git I don't know. Maybe he had some kind of manly qualities, that good little forest boy's don't have. Heh. That just made me laugh.


Perhaps I'm thinking a bit too much of the road behind me. Makes me miss when
something exciting used to bounce around my corner. Something exciting needs to happen or I'll end up an old man again.

Comments, suggestions, constructive criticism? Let me know what you think of Robin Hood and if there's anything I can improve on. Even if you'd like to throw up some ideas for plotting, please feel free. Comments are screened.

They're going back to the tunic look. There wasn't much fancy in the 13th century, though writers and directors try to throw it in.

He looks a little like an odd fish there, but who am I to complain. Maybe I prefer the younger glory days then when I hit the late forties and wasn't quite as agile. Not to mention my hair was never that chopped off. It's one step closer to a buzz cut, and that wasn't the fashion early in my day. I was a cheeky bugger, not an angry old coot. He looks more like that Sheriff buzzard.

I'm much more fond of this repensentation. The hood was heavy, sturdy and wouldn't soggy against my head in the rain. The leather look was far more dashing then those terrible cinema invented tights.

This bloke stumbled his way in the other day, angry with a few happy meals stuffed in his belly. His wallet was just as fat as his bleedin' stomach. He was ready to shove his foot in my mouth, thinking that just because he has a stash in his pocket and runs his own business he can order me around like a child. I run a business too, and while I would rather have dangled his money purse down the street for those that could use it, I held my tongue. For a while. Reputation proceeds me, and like any new customer I'll throw him a chance before passing my judgment. It didn't stop me from calling him a wanker before he headed out the door. He comes back with a fresh attitude next time maybe I won't overcharge him for my services. That cash could come into good when he's not spending it on fancy cars and enough food to feed the whole neighborhood.

For the record today was rubbish, and I spent half the morning with the phone off the hook to keep the complaints to a minimum. Wealthy bankers like to jabber with the snobbish insults and heavy threats. It's always the same jobby. The place is doing well even if dirty blokes like to rub my name through the mud, it's not like I don't outshine them in the end, and they have to put their foot in their mouth.