#robinhoodmaia

[kingfallena]

          It’s late as he walks through the dirty village streets. Warm night breezes ENVELOPE him, whipping long strands of escaped hair into his face. Dried blood makes his fingers stiff. A simple job that went wrong. He fixed it. He made the drop, got paid. But he still is not HAPPY with the results. He likes it quick, in and out with no  trouble. Today was the very opposite. He drew attention to himself and that is dangerous in these boarders. He is not supposed to be here, but most of the police don’t pay much attention to the villages this far south. There’s no money in it. 

         He doses not expect anyone to be up at this hour in the safe house. Everyone keeps to themselves unless they are doing job together. He snorts. Safe house. Hardly the right term for a place which bunks people like him. Outcasts, killers, criminals - what people would deem the WORST this country has to offer. He would point them in the direction of the capitol. At least he is honest about what he is now. A gun for hire. A mercenary with more blood on his hands than he can keep track of. 

          However, when he walks in the door a few of the men are up. He would think they’re catching some American program. But instead they are talking in hushed tones. Gaze lifts to a third person in the corner. A girl. She must not be local. He doesn’t recognize her. Roan ignores them and moves to the run down kitchen, starting to wash the blood stains away. Finally he gets tired of their hushed bickering. “ What’s she doing here. ” he growls. He’s too TIRED to deal with this. // @robinhoodmaia

[ginaofthe100a-blog]

@robinhoodmaia liked for a starter 

“Maia,” she called over to the girl halfway across the room. “Can you grab those bottles on the empty table for me and set them on the bartop?” She was rinsing out the little metal cups in the basin, and while she could pause the washing, dry her hands and go around the bartop and get the bottles herself, but honestly it was just easier to ask Maia so long as she was standing by the table. She hadn’t gotten much a chance to talk to Maia since landing on the ground, and hadn’t exactly gone out of her way to talk to the girl on the Ark, so now seemed as good a time as any.

[sheifevayuj]

@robinhoodmaia || Friends Verse Starter

“So...what’s this about you being some sort of kitchen wizard, and why wasn’t I informed before,” Shay said with her usual charmingly teasing in lieu of an introduction, “I demand to know all food-related knowledge ahead of time.  It’s high priority.”

[chaosdwelling-archive]

@robinhoodmaia | gv starter call

“maia!” he greeted her, drumming on the bar a few times to further grab her attention before grinning at her. “hey, let me get a round of shots on table five’s tab?” he requested, gesturing to the bachelorette party seated at that table, the bride responding with a three finger wave and a sly smile. “ninety proof or higher if you’ve got it.”

[savetoday]

@robinhoodmaia​  (sc)

“ Talk some sense to me. ”

[azkeyva-blog]

                @robinhoodmaia // sc.

                At least Skaikru is easy to spot. They don’t wear furs, they rarely have real weapons on hand, and most of them walk like the ground was made for them. Keyva sits with her hand on the hilt of her sword, watching the Skai girl carefully. After all the bad things that have happened since Skaikru landed, can you really blame Keyva’s caution? “Skaikru, yes?” she asks, though she knows she’s right.

[thclcstgirl]

@robinhoodmaia || Con’t

[ text: icy girl ] Right?? Like wtf man, that is not a proportionate response!!  [ text: icy girl ] Omg don’t come punch him in the throat. Though I think that’d make you the hero, not the villian. Defending my honor and all lol ;)

[survivormoves]

@robinhoodmaia hit that heart for an episode based starter

      A lottery. Their lives were going to depend on a damn lottery... Would they think kindly of the delinquents? THEY were the reason they were on the ground now. Had they never SENT those 100... And Emori. What about her? She belonged to no clan. Where would she be fit in? “ Man, I’m so glad I���m alive to see this joyous day happening. Always wanted to have my life rely on a piece of paper. Don’t think I had that one yet on my list of how did I survive. “

[haihefaroun-blog]

❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜

“Only some of it.” In a fight it was rare to come out entirely unscathed and he was not save from that fate either. So a tiny part of this blood sticking to him was his. “Trust me the other one won’t be able to tell the tale of which blood is mine and which was his.”

[kingfallena]

         It’s one of the more QUIETER days as he walks into the mess hall. He has come in rather late and it’s almost empty. A few strides carry him towards the ration area, taking his in hand before turning back to the open area. He contemplates simply returning to the Azgeda quarters but his gaze settles upon the girl. Not an UNWELCOME sight. He doesn’t mind her company and seeing as she is the only one sitting ALONE right now he silently walks over to the table. Roan simply nods to her as he sits down, remaining silent so as not to disturb if the quiet is what she was seeking. // @robinhoodmaia

[icebitxh]

[text]: Come over, we’re having a tea party. And by tea party I mean we’re drinking whiskey from tea cups.

| TEXT; M.FARRIN | is it weird i hoped it was a real tea party?| TEXT; M.FARRIN | whatever if there’s whiskey involved count me in| TEXT; M.FARRIN |  be there in a few.

some text meme i’m to lazy to look up

[thclcstgirl]

[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like

[ text: Icy Girl ] Much less soaked in alcohol lol God mac and cheese sounds good right now. [ text: Icy Girl ] Not so much on pizza though... =P

[survivormoves]

@robinhoodmaia hit that heart for space things !!

     “ You know what I miss? I miss MEAT. Hell. I’d even eat that RAT Emori once stuffed into my hands now... I MISS meat. And that DELICIOUS milk that they had in Polis... I miss that damn KITCHEN on the island. “ spoke the male, gazing upward for a while. “ I want to COOK again. “