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Title: Walk in a Straight Line
Description: Sean/Kerr


Elsbet Dundas - April 2, 2011 07:39 PM (GMT)
Kerr and Sean here.... Switching accounts...

Kerr Ellsion - April 2, 2011 07:41 PM (GMT)

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    A large pair of hands reached for the axe. Firewood was in high demand of the winter, and someone had to bring in the logs. It was often the job of the large, quieter man, as he was one of few who could drag logs back to camp on his own. He also seemed to have a gift for finding the good trees. He used the excuse that the trees spoke to him, telling him when the wanted to be turned into piles of firewood.
    Known as the gentle giant of the outlaws, Kerr Ellison was no longer remembered for his boisterous laughter and ability to out drink any other competitor. No, for Kerr was now more silent than a church mouse on Sunday. He still laughed with the crowd, but only the children could bring any light to his eyes. Kerr loved playing babysitter for the children of the camp, and he very often did. Truth be told, he knew the children better than the parents. He was rather like a child that never grew up, he played with the children as if her were still one himself.
    But Kerr was not a child anymore, and often reminded himself of that. He had responsibilities. And wood was one of them. The solitary job was a very comfortable one for him, and he was well suited for it. He loved working with the wood as it gave him time to think and time to breath out the stress of life. More often than not he would shed a few tears for his wife and daughter, keeping his breech in stoicism a rather private thing. Only the trees were there to see him cry, and they certainly weren’t sharing his secret anytime soon.
    Resting the axe on next to the door outside his make-shift hut of a house he used both hands to tie back his long hair so that it would be out of his face as he worked. His long hair had been something Isabel, his young bride, had loved. She was always playing with it and running her fingers through it. It was one of those unforgettable things that he was always thinking about.
    Kerr needed a distraction today, or he would spend the whole day in the forest with the secret-keeping trees. He decided to start working on a wooden doll for one of the young girls he so often watched after. He would whittle a miniature version of his Isabel for the young girl of the same name. Then he could share with the child all the stories he had of his beautiful wife. And the work would distract his mind and let him sleep peacefully at night.
    With such thoughts in mind he picked the axe back up and exited the hovel.
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Sean Fletcher - April 2, 2011 08:17 PM (GMT)
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The morning was actually quite a warm one. The frost still clung to the ground, yet the sky was clear and the weak sun warmed the forest slightly. Sean walked with purpose towards his destination this day, his breath streamed from his opened mouth. He had dressed more casually this day, not expecting to go into Nottingham for anything. Instead he aimed to spend the day ensuring that everything within the camp was running smoothly. He wasn’t exactly leader, he did make most the decisions right now, but he hadn’t assumed that he somehow deserved the title. If another came along that could lead them better then Sean would be happy to step down. <br><br>

But in the meantime, someone had to assume that position, and Sean seemed to have been the one chosen for such a task. Maybe because he had many ideals of how Nottingham, and indeed England, should be run. He had been a commoner, and knew the hardships they suffered. But then again so had many of the other people in the camp. But there was no use dwelling on these things, life was how it was and he would do his very best to keep everyone safe that lived within the camp as well as executing his own plans. His leather clad feet crunched upon the solid ground of the frost covered litter of the forest, his hands thrust deeply beneath his garments and his travelling cape pulled tightly about him to protect him from the biting chill of the wind. <br><br>

As he approached the secluded little hut where Kerr lived he slowed and hailed his approach so that Kerr would not throw that axe at him. <font face="times new roman" size="1" color="ffffff">”Good day my friend.”</font> he walked over to Kerr and placed his strong hand upon his shoulder once in greeting. Sean liked Kerr, he knew of his history, and felt truly sorry for him, and he was a good man. Strong and reliable, loyal and hardworking. He enjoyed the man’s company, and could only hope that one day his past ghosts would leave him. <font face="times new roman" size="1" color="ffffff">”Here, hand me another axe and I’ll give you a hand. Many hands make light work after all.”</font> Sean smiled a crooked smile and looked about for a spare axe.

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Kerr Ellsion - April 5, 2011 02:19 AM (GMT)
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    The quiet footsteps startled the man at first, and he clenched the axe tightly before realizing that they were approaching too slowly to be attacking. Kerr had bad experiences with people who snuck up on him, and he didn’t wish to repeat the near death scare he had caused the last poor woman. He had nigh roared at her and swung his axe before realized it was just a woman from the camp. He was a paranoid little bugger, but he didn’t see any reason to change that if it kept him alive. Kerr turned to the young man, who was just barely older than Kerr himself had been when he lost his beloved wife and daughter. He felt a connection with the young man, a bond like brothers. He trusted Sean more than he trusted anyone else. He would always do right by Sean, and Sean would return the favor.
    ”There’s a spare axe behind the door.” He always kept an axe behind the door, just in case someone came to the door who was unfriendly.
    Kerr smiled at the young man and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Your presence is much welcomed my friend.” It would do Kerr some bit of good to have company on a day when his mood was as dreary as this one. “Tell me, what brings you down here on this day?” His question was out of true curiosity. It wasn’t often that he had visitors without reasons behind their visit. Either it was “will you watch my children?” or it was “Will you help me with this since you’re so strong?”. He didn’t mind it though, not at all. In fact, he rather liked knowing that he was needed and wanted. It was a big comfort in his small world.
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Sean Fletcher - April 8, 2011 09:14 PM (GMT)
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The bond they shared was one that many couldn’t understand. They had mutual respect for one another, and a mutual liking. Many thought of Kerr as frightening, but they just didn’t know him. Underneath it all he was a gentle man, just a little cautious. And who wasn’t in this day and age? With a final squeeze of Kerrs shoulder Sean moved off to retrieve the axe from behind the door. When he returned he stripped down to his shirt and began to strike at the wood. There was something to be said about good, honest labour. Especially if you worked alongside a friend. <br><br>

Sean took a few swings before he stopped and looked at Kerr. His question hung in the crisp air for a few moments before Sean replied. <font face="times new roman" size="1" color="ffffff">”No reason, other than for the pleasure of your company…. And to ask you to join the main camp tonight for dinner.”</font> Sean began chopping again. He wanted Kerr to feel like he was a valued member of the gang, but he also knew that the man liked his privacy. <font face="times new roman" size="1" color="ffffff">”Your prescence would be appreciated. We want you to be there, to share bread with us.”</font> And that was it, pure and simple. <br><br>

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Elsbet Dundas - April 9, 2011 08:37 PM (GMT)

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    Kerr considered carefully for a moment, dinner, or not dinner? It was not an easy question, though it might be for the average person. While Kerr cared deeply for the people of the camp, he disliked being in public very often. Most of the time he supped by himself, not taking for granted the calm and peace of solemnity that is associated with being alone. In fact he rather enjoyed being alone most of the time. It was only upon rare occasions and when children were involved that he ever considered being in public for long periods of time. He was known for his quiet strength, and many a person often sought him out as a shoulder to cry on, or for advice. They knew that he would not simply tell them what they wanted to hear, but he would tell the truth where truth was due. And as far as Kerr was concerned, truth was the only way to live. Now mind he would give encouragement where encouragement was needed, and he would discourage things that ought be discouraged, but he was always truthful. And some considered it his best and worst quality. For while many people would seek him out for advice and such, equally as many avoided his opinions and honest, blunt ways. It was something that had never bothered Kerr though, for he cared not for societal standards, and so he never acted based upon them. He was his own person in his own right, and was quite proud of who he had become.
    “I would be glad for the company this night.” He answered openly. Kerr was in a rare mood for company, and so it would serve him well to eat among the children he loved so dearly. Perhaps he would simply spend the evening among them instead of the adults.
    Taking up his axe once more, he began splitting the small logs he had cut yesterday, happy for the work and company to occupy his mind on such a dull and gloomy day.
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