[event: flashback]

[clocktowering]

Once upon a time, the people of Storybrooke were once the characters from the fairy tales we all grew up with. Then the curse hit and everyone was trapped without their memories in the town we know quite well already.

We all know that story, of course, but what about before the curse? Well, that's where this post comes in. There are untold stories from before the curse that we would like to investigate and these flashbacks posts are where you tell them. Post with your character (with a location or plot idea if you wish) and tag others, as long as they are in their fairy tale forms (sorry Henry and Emma players >: ).

Remember, everyone, play nice and have fun.

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[pettythief]

I... I don't know. Robin, do you—Robin?

[ Sorry, James, but Robin has begun to laugh to himself, shaking his head. It's not entirely from amusement; plenty of disbelief is borne in the tone. ]

We tied.

[ultimateleatherarmour]

[James throws a partly amused but mostly deadpan look over at him.]

You sound surprised. I think I should be insulted.

[pettythief]

Only my men have ever beaten me.

[ Whereas a royal has no place among Robin's men. What is he supposed to do about it now? (All right, all right, he's been beaten by others before, but never without still holding an ace in the hole by the end — with a tie, he's not sure he has even that much.) ]

Since it was a tie, what say we call it a split?

[ultimateleatherarmour]

Isn't that how they became your men?

[More deadpan looks. Really, Robin, they can't have been your men always.]

What sort of split?

[pettythief]

Exactly my point.

[ ... it makes sense to him, okay? ]

We keep what we've already acquired. You get to keep your horse and your personal belongings, along with a warning about returning to the forest in case you want to get hijacked again.

[ultimateleatherarmour]

Oh, no. I'm not leaving until I have what's mine. We'll just have to think of something else to break the draw.

[He is not letting thieves win okay. =| Even a partial win.]

[pettythief]

Or... you could notice that you're outnumbered, your horse is tired out and you'd have to come to us to retrieve your things.

[ That's the thing about thieves, James: they don't mind cheating. ]

[ultimateleatherarmour]

[Yes, well, James is stubborn when it comes to thieves okay. =|]

I've come this far, and if you'd wanted to kill me by now you would have. I'm not walking away now just because of a draw.

[pettythief]

[ Robin scoffs. ]

I didn't say anything about killing you. There are other things you can do with a bow and arrow. I think it's quite a fair deal.

[ultimateleatherarmour]

And there are a great many things I can do with a sword. Your point?

[pettythief]

My point is that your... point wouldn't reach us before we shot you down.

[ultimateleatherarmour]

And yet I'm not the one with a gash in his arm.

[pettythief]

Because you tossed a knife at me. Not quite the same as a sword.

[ultimateleatherarmour]

It's similar enough, and I think my point has been made. I'm not the one who's bleeding.

[pettythief]

Because I never actually attacked you. [ Pointed head tilt here. ]

[ultimateleatherarmour]

And if I'd made the wrong move without distracting you first, you would have, I'm sure.

[pettythief]

Well, we'll never know now, will we?

[ultimateleatherarmour]

I'm not leaving without what's mine.

[Even if those things aren't actually that important. It's the principle of the thing.]

[pettythief]

You're welcome to try and get it back...

Robin, don't be stupid. It's getting dark and we aren't the only ones on these roads.

[ That would be Little John, making his was down the semi-beaten path. Robin sighs. ]

[ultimateleatherarmour]

[James automatically looks to the sky and sighs as well when he realises John is right; there's no time to make it to the next town. Even if he left now, he would have to camp in the forest anyway. But he doesn't plan to leave.]

Then what do you suggest?

[It's directed at John more than Robin this time.]

[pettythief]

[ Robin rolls his eyes at being dismissed, but he glances to John as well. He wants to see what his best friend has come up with. ]

We could take you with us back to our hideout — but that would mean blindfolding you to keep our location safe.

[ He looks as though he's not sure whether James would agree to such a thing. Meanwhile, the third and final man appears behind John and makes his way up beside Penelope, offering Robin his forgotten hat, the one that had fallen off when he'd tackled James off his steed. The bandit leader grins and takes it, brushing it off some to place it back atop his head. ]

[ultimateleatherarmour]

[James debates this internally for a moment, spotting a very familiar dagger in the third man's belt and giving him another flat look.]

Very well; I accept. And I'm going to want that dagger back, by the way.

[pettythief]

[ The return of his hat has put Robin in a better mood, at least, and so he circles around. Obviously, he doesn't plan on dismounting just yet; Penelope is tired, but he knows she'll appreciate a slow walk back home. ]

We'll see about your dagger. Now, off.

[ John rolls his eyes fondly while he rips off some of the material of the prince's earlier-discarded cloak for their makeshift blindfold. It's better to see Robin in high spirits than huffy over having lost some sort of competition. ]

[ultimateleatherarmour]

[James gave Robin a semi-exasperated look, and then another one at John, and then dismounted, patting his gelding's neck and murmuring an assurance before stepping away. There were enough of them around him that he didn't bother to offer them his sword; they had the advantage anyway. Instead he only stood, waiting patiently and prepared to slap away any hands who might try to search his belt and pouches.]

[pettythief]

[ Little John moves forward, stepping behind James to tie the band around his eyes. The knot is thankfully not too tight, but the band too carefully placed to see much more than one's own boots.

Behind them, Robin reaches for the reigns of James's gelding and ties them to the pommel of his own saddle. What? They weren't just going to leave the poor thing out there. Once set up, the three men on the ground begin leading James away as Penelope and the gelding contentedly walk behind them. ]