Post by Firehead on Feb 23, 2011 10:17:10 GMT -5
Simone limped across the yard to the large, long building where the Marshwardens, her new collegues, lived in their spare time. She approahed the door and shoved, giving it the straight-arm. The door didn't budge. Simone frowned as she gave it another half-hearted push. The door refused to budge further than an inch inward. Hearing what sounded like muffled laughter from within, she gave a sigh and rolled her eyes. In order to welcome her properly, the Marshwardens had no doubt set up a prank, blocking the door with something--probably a chair.
Simone frowned and turned away, leaning back against the door in what appeared to be a casual posture but was not. The windows were shut tight against the cold, she'd just have to persuade them to open one up for her. Smiling to herself, Simone walked around the building to the place where a tree grew close to the wall. Dispite her stiff leg, Simone scaled the tree with ease, and wriggled her way out on a limb that stretched out over the rooftop. "I am way to old to be monkeyin' around like this." she muttered to herself, as she dropped lightly from the branch to the roof.
Carefully picking her way across the rooftop to the chimney, she made a mental note to tell one of them to chop the tree down. It would be all to easy for an enemy to come the way she had and do what she was about to do. Taking off her cloak, she drapped in over the chimney, blocking the smoke's exit. She gave another smile, retreated to the middle of the roof, and awaited results.
They were quick in forthcoming. From within, there came a yell, as they realized what she had done and the smoke started to clog the interior, then came a crash at one of the windows as the shutters were thrown back to allow the cool fresh air to enter the longhouse and clear the smoke.
Simone was quick to take the opportunity. With practiced ease and natural grace, she raced down the sloped roof, then as she neared the edge, cartwheeled, grabbing the eaves with both hands and swinging her self down and under. The man nearest the open widow was given a forceful nudge in the chest away from the window as she swung inward, causing him to step back quickly. Simone hooked both knees over the window's lower frame and let go of the eaves, allowing herself to slither inside with a certain amount of grace. She gave the man a chessire cat grin and asked casually, "Would one of you gentlemen be so kind as to fetch my cloak down from the roof? I seem to have carelessly left it drapped over the chimney."
The man she'd given th nudge to left without a word, leaving her to face the rest of the Marshwardens. Simone surveyed the room in silence. Most of the Marshwardens had risen when they had realized that the smoke was starting to come back down the chimney, but now they were starting to reseat themselves around the fire where they were gathered. There were several bunks, most looking like they had been slept in, and several chairs, most of which were occupied by the wardens around the fireplace. One however stood suspeciously close to the door, and Simone knew that her theory had been correct. Going over to the chair, she carried it back to the group around the fireplace and seated herself in it just as the man came back with her cloak and handed it to her before returning to his own prior seat.
Simone held the cloak in her lap as she looked around her at the silent gathering. "So, now that you've all given me a proper greeting, Why don't we introduce ourselves. My name is Simone Talley." She sat back slightly in her chair and waited for the first to speak up.
Simone frowned and turned away, leaning back against the door in what appeared to be a casual posture but was not. The windows were shut tight against the cold, she'd just have to persuade them to open one up for her. Smiling to herself, Simone walked around the building to the place where a tree grew close to the wall. Dispite her stiff leg, Simone scaled the tree with ease, and wriggled her way out on a limb that stretched out over the rooftop. "I am way to old to be monkeyin' around like this." she muttered to herself, as she dropped lightly from the branch to the roof.
Carefully picking her way across the rooftop to the chimney, she made a mental note to tell one of them to chop the tree down. It would be all to easy for an enemy to come the way she had and do what she was about to do. Taking off her cloak, she drapped in over the chimney, blocking the smoke's exit. She gave another smile, retreated to the middle of the roof, and awaited results.
They were quick in forthcoming. From within, there came a yell, as they realized what she had done and the smoke started to clog the interior, then came a crash at one of the windows as the shutters were thrown back to allow the cool fresh air to enter the longhouse and clear the smoke.
Simone was quick to take the opportunity. With practiced ease and natural grace, she raced down the sloped roof, then as she neared the edge, cartwheeled, grabbing the eaves with both hands and swinging her self down and under. The man nearest the open widow was given a forceful nudge in the chest away from the window as she swung inward, causing him to step back quickly. Simone hooked both knees over the window's lower frame and let go of the eaves, allowing herself to slither inside with a certain amount of grace. She gave the man a chessire cat grin and asked casually, "Would one of you gentlemen be so kind as to fetch my cloak down from the roof? I seem to have carelessly left it drapped over the chimney."
The man she'd given th nudge to left without a word, leaving her to face the rest of the Marshwardens. Simone surveyed the room in silence. Most of the Marshwardens had risen when they had realized that the smoke was starting to come back down the chimney, but now they were starting to reseat themselves around the fire where they were gathered. There were several bunks, most looking like they had been slept in, and several chairs, most of which were occupied by the wardens around the fireplace. One however stood suspeciously close to the door, and Simone knew that her theory had been correct. Going over to the chair, she carried it back to the group around the fireplace and seated herself in it just as the man came back with her cloak and handed it to her before returning to his own prior seat.
Simone held the cloak in her lap as she looked around her at the silent gathering. "So, now that you've all given me a proper greeting, Why don't we introduce ourselves. My name is Simone Talley." She sat back slightly in her chair and waited for the first to speak up.