Robert Hunter [Robin Hood]

Well, well, if the whole bloody reunion isn't coming together. Will, Johnny, Tuck, where are the rest of you hiding? All the ninnies baddies are lined up, we've got some evening out to do. I'm sure their pockets need some cleaning out.

Marian, dinner reservations, will you join me? Saturday. Can't let a romantic hero go solo, he'll end up with a new date.

Bloody film industry. Swashbuckling sword fights. They don't make films like this anymore. Gizzy I'm glad you were never much the talker, you'd bore me to tears if you weren't just screaming for your guards to show up. I must say though, you do look good in red instead of that Harley Davidson look they had going for you on the telly.

Why green's just my color. No, not the bloody tights.

Went out to the pub, met a few old cockers who can't hold their drink. One of them was a little mental, but quite the cheery kind of fellow. That last round though made me feel a bit mental. Don't think I've been this busted up in a few decades.

It's worn off a lil' now, but what was bloody in that drink? I don't even remember buying a plane ticket on the net, but apparently I've got somewhere else to be by tomorrow afternoon. Let's hope it's warmer there, I could use a bit of clean air.

Isn't she a beaut?

All the way from the UK.

Maybe I can toss a few hits over your head Gizzy. It makes for good target practice. I'm a tad rusty.

So how long did you think you could keep her from me? Like you could swing in all noble like a knight in shining armor and be the charming bloke? Do you ever think she'll choose you?

One word for you.

PWNED.

So it looks like the gang is starting to take shape. With Gisborne sniffing around, I'm keeping my hopes up, and pockets full.

If Little John were to make an appearance, I'm sure we wouldn't be fighting over a bridge again.

A new year, a new day. Didn't spend it watching the ball drop or knee deep in ankle-biters. Just the local pub and a good beer. It's a way to spend an evenin' with the lads while the good ladies are out with their boyfriends.

Welcome 2011, this is certainly a leg up from the 15th Century.

Tis the season to bring in money that's not mine to all those orphaned children. Good turnout yesterday. Pulled on the Santa suit for the kids, cooked them Christmas dinner, though I'm rather lousy at it.

Thank you to all the patrons and their unsuspecting wallets. I bid you adieu and good tidings. Though, next year I hope to throw a heist worth remembering. I need the gang, though it's been a fun one man show. I've been a little distracted these last few weeks.

Throwing up a few flyers in hopes someone takes a bite. I'm known for conjuring up a merry band, only I'm the one-man show right now. Christmas is rolling around, there's a lot to do and so little hands. This is the season for pick-pocketing, so ladies and gents be sure to hang onto your wallets and purses. Your libel to come out a armful of bags and no credit to speak of.

Business is on the slow side these days, thanks to that arse and his big mouth. It wasn't like he came off with anything but empty pockets. As I like them.  It was a waste of money when you have a fancy lawyer on your side that can smell a rat, and that rat wasn't me, I'm something of an ace I am. I could have been a bit knackered over it, but the whole scheme just made me laugh. He was a bit of a blinkered, and generously enough the judge wasn't. I'm no criminal. Not at all.

I suspect things will pick up, I'm thinking of opening up as a locksmith again. These days, a man's got to have a few businesses under his belt. Twice the cash and more to hand out. I like that idea.

Caught?

Robin Hood doesn't get caught.

I think one of those richie buffoons called in the police, I wasn't exactly the most cordial as I can be, and he left on the angry side. I have a feeling this isn't going to be like the time with misdemeanor traffic violations. This might actually be a court date that I show up for that takes more than an hour.

Looks like I'll be escorted to the car. They could have at least let me finish my Shooter sandwich. It's lunchtime you blokes.

[ooc note: Robin wrote this entry as the cop cars pulled up beside his place of business. While granted he could run, he is only speculating on what the reason is behind, and therefore remains calm as to not stir the pot so-to-say]

Ran into a rick bloke today. He should watch his wallet more carefully when ordering a meal. People walking by could pick it up. This isn't exactly the nice end of New York.

Your money will go to some nice family next door that needs to fix the leak on their roof and put some blankets on the beds. Not to mention some needed groceries.

I promise to return it free of everything but the license. You can keep that. Don't think my vast array of disguises can cover that ugly mug.

Apparently Russell Crowe didn't do too bad as a forest lout. Though us Brits still have a thing about a non-brit playin' my game. Just doesn't jive if they're missing the accent. Haven't seen the film yet, and I might still, depends on my overall mood. I am a tad on the bored side, I might could get some popcorn and some good humor out of it.

Oh I think I love this bloody show. Any man who gets beat up by an old lady with a box of twizzlers doesn't have a clue in what he's doing. Does make for the popcorn and the laugh. It's enough to make me want to get bladdered to all hell. Cheeky buggers, think you need to learn a thing or two about how to rob a convenience store.

Bloody New York drivers. Pedestrians have the right away you know, whether or not I'm in the middle of the crosswalk when the light turns green. Not once, but twice did you arses try to run me over. I had a bow and pack of arrows on hand from the archery range. I never miss a good target. Be a little more polite you selfish blokes. I should have been a cab driver. Still rip off the richies.

It's okay, listening to the likes of Irish medleys puts me in a good mood.

Years and years this heart has only beat for one woman.

I woke up oddly today thinking of someone I've never met or don't even have the name of. Not even a face. Maybe it was that bloody liquor from last night. I swear I didn't get drunk. Even in the days Tuck handed out his mead to the men and I, I've never been much of one to get high off alcohol. I've been poisoned, drugged, and stabbed that caused hallucinations of some degree, but this is just odd.

What are the bloody chances of hiring a secretary that ends up being the only love of your life?

That was entirely too easy.

....And SO, the hunt for another secretary begins again. This is the third in one bloody year. Found someone promising right before christmas, but apparently my idea of robbery clients spooked her a little when I recieved a bigger sum of cash after the holidays. Jesse I thank you. I gave her a good end of the year bonus sum too. Such unappreciation.

Now I am sans help again. The ad is out for anyone looking for some work. Ladies perfered.

Well fancy that. Why haven't I noticed this before? This is bloody brilliant! I knew I liked this city for a reason.

I know wher my next donation goes. Thank you, I am still here and poised even if my bows and arrows are away in storage. Good job, mates.

Spending overnight in jail wasn't quite so bad. The poor lonely homeless guy in the cell with me kept talking about how he used to own a home, have a wife and two grown kids. At fifty-five he lost his wife to cancer, lost his job and his children have nothing to do with him. That was five years ago. Kinda put this ol' softie into a thought process. I never have liked seein' those suffering sit and reminisce, it makes me sad. Incredibly sad. When I got the jail free card the next day, I gave him that stack of fifty-dollar bills from my coat pocket. I may have had enough to bail myself out, but I'd rather give him something to hope for.

It's what Robin Hood stands for isn't it? Hope in mankind, and I've got to say there are some bloody fools out there ten times the buffoonery I dealt with in my day. That means twenty times the hope must be given to those that need it.