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 The Getaway Hat, Tag; Hank Morgan
Jefferson
 Posted: Aug 29 2017, 03:29 AM
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OUAT/Alice in Wonderland

Wonderland

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32 years old / 101 posts




Okay, so maybe betraying one of your so called friends wasn’t exactly the kindest thing he could have done. But it wasn’t like Hank had to find out right? And well, hopefully he’d be long gone before anyone knew about anything anyway. He was like a pro at this stuff! Sort of. And in all honesty he did actually feel a little guilty about the whole thing, he took advantage when maybe he shouldn’t have…ending him up here. In the process of stealing the crown jewels of Camelot….just awesome. Not that him feeling a bit guilty made what he was doing any better. It changed nothing. Perhaps this even made things much worse. Considering he knew very well what he was doing here.

And in some ways perhaps it was Hank’s fault for all this, because well, without him he would never have successfully made it into the castle alike he had done in the first place. Not that he would intend to blame a knight for his thieving. But he was grateful for the man spilling all to him all the same, and being who he was, it had simply been impossible to resist such an opportune heist such as this one. And with his hat, nobody would ever even know he’d even been there. (Well, they wouldn’t know for long enough anyway since taking a crown wasn’t really something a King was going to easily miss). Or at least, they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, since once he had what he wanted it wasn’t as if he’d have a reason to return back here.

Although that didn’t mean he wouldn’t ever return to Camelot, he was a portal jumper after all. But he doubted he’d have a friendship to return to then, which in some ways made this whole thing oddly easier. Or not. This was still betrayal in one of its finest forms.

Everything had all been going smoothly as planned so far as well, that is until he’d found a woman attempting to steal the same jewels as he wanted. Which had made things a little awkward to say the least, but he was certain some compromise could be made once they’d gotten out of here. If they got out anyway. Since they had wasted some time discussing the matter, which perhaps in hindsight hadn’t been a great idea. The prospect of getting caught and potentially hanged for this crime didn’t exactly sit well with him. The thing with thieving was, that he quite like to make it out alive to ensure he’d actually be able to spend or sell his stolen loot. Being dead would kind of restrict that a little. So having his hat these days helped things a lot, and had probably saved his skin more times than he cared to admit.

And so with his hat in one hand and his satchel full of all kinds of treasures in the other, he paced the room he was in. As escape would be nice. Especially when any second now guards could burst into the room he was in a ruin everything for him and this strange second thief he’d managed to somewhat ‘befriend’. Since he couldn’t exactly leave her here to take all the blame now could he? But by the looks of things she’d probably be fine, it was himself that might not be. She was already climbing out of the window after all, thankfully not with all the loot (he’d made sure of that) while he stood around up here like an idiot hoping she’d just hurry up already so he could join her.

Hank Morgan
ooc – so I kinda got excited and jumped right in with the whole betrayal stuff, but I’m more than happy to change anything if you want <33

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Hank Morgan
 Posted: Sep 2 2017, 12:56 PM
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King Arthur/Connecticut Yankee

Camelot

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41 years old / 70 posts




When Hank first woke up and found himself in this strange place, he thought for sure someone had just pranked him and left him in some hippy commune where everyone was obsessed with dressing up like people from the middle ages. Even the accents were odd and different, her certainly wasn't in the United States any more. He was hung over and it took days of confusing conversations with people, blank expressions when he kept asking for a phone, and a rather kind elderly gentleman to explain things before it really started to sink in. He was in what others called another realm, realms, magic, for months Hank just felt like he was caught in some horrible nightmare with no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do or how he was ever going to get home.

Eventually the kind elderly man who was some village alderman helped him find work and to learn about the world. Even helped him get some clothes so he fit in better than the modern clothes he'd arrived in. Eventually his luck took a turn though, and he was in the right place at the right time to save the king's son and future heir to the throne of Camelot. Once he was in with the knights of Camelot, they started to train him and try and help him adapt even more to the new world he was in. Some would make fun of him for some of his strange phrases and ways of speaking, or his confusion about how certain things worked but the longer Hank was there, the more he was slowly adapting to Camelot without realising it.

Eventually Hank had given up on the idea of ever going back home to his realm, he even met a beautiful woman, married her and had a daughter, who was only a few years old but growing bigger every day. If he had met Jefferson sooner, before he'd started a family, Hank might have been even more interested in the man's funny looking hat, a hat that could have taken him home. He didn't want to go home any more though, but that didn't stop him from befriending the man. It was certainly interesting hearing about other realms, realms besides the one they were in and the one that Hank was from. Hank never imagined just how many realms there were out there, though he wasn't sure he'd ever want to find out. Travelling to one strange new world was enough realm hopping for him.

Perhaps Hank was a bit too trusting, but Jefferson was such a nice lad, bit younger than Hank, but that didn't stop Hank from wanting to be his friend and help him out when he could. Sadly he had no idea the things that Jefferson had actually been planning thanks to some information that Hank had inadvertently given out, but he was about to.

Hank was on guard duty, every knight had to take four night shifts a month watching over the castle and such, they rotated so it was never the same knight in charge every night. Hank hated working the nights, kept him from being able to tuck his daughter in and tell her a story, kept him from being able to snuggle up next to his wife in his own bed, but the rotation was fair and it was his turn. At some point he was up near the room where the crown jewels were kept and he thought he heard something. With one hand on the hilt of his sword, and the other on a lit torch, he opened the door to the room.

"Hey, what's going on in here.........."

Jefferson

OOC, yours is fine, hopefully mine is OK http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/smile.gif

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Jefferson
 Posted: Sep 15 2017, 01:16 PM
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OUAT/Alice in Wonderland

Wonderland

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32 years old / 101 posts




The prospect of getting caught didn’t actually scare him, not really. As he was fairly confident in his abilities to get himself out of whatever mess he landed himself in, so escape really wasn’t too much of an issue here. Considering he owned a hat that could quite literally create a portal out of here if need be. Although he didn’t like to consider himself to be a coward (as would anybody), even if deep down he truly was one. If anything he thought what he did was quite…’brave’ in some ways. Not that this was the right word for it. But still, it wasn’t as if just about anybody had the courage required to steal Camelot’s crown jewels did they?

Or perhaps they were just smarter than he was. Since there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

He needed this though. At least, that’s what he told himself. Just how could he possibly resist an opportunity such as this one? It was almost too perfect in a way, so he simply couldn’t let something like this just slip. Hank had to understand this right? Because he was a thief. And so that’s what he was here to do, steal. And it wasn’t like he expected the knight to understand, and well, he didn’t really want to stick around long enough to find out how exactly he felt by this. Since well, none of this would have been possible without him…and they had meant to have been friends. And minus the fact of this ‘betrayal’ in some ways he hoped that they still could be.

Sticking around long enough to find out wasn’t really an option he’d like to take though. If it was stressful enough waiting for this woman he’d befriended to climb down out of a window, finding Hank later was surely just some kind of death wish. Plus, who knows? No one actually has to find out that it was he who was the thief here! If he was as good at this as he liked to think he was, then he’d be long gone before anybody even got scent that he was here in the first place. So everything could still be okay. Sort of.

And with all this loot, he surely could buy a mansion of his own. A life of luxury did sound like a pretty nice consequence of this whole situation anyway. If he could just get out of this place…and anytime soon would be great.

He moved to glance out of the window, sighing heavily to keep his cool while he waited. That is, until the door opened. And none other than Sir Hank Morgan entered, “Ahh!” he yelped in his surprise, his eyes widening with shock as he fumbled about trying to ensure he didn’t drop any of his loot, and also in attempt to hide anything that might be showing. “It-It’s not what it looks like! I can explain-” he lifted his hands in a comical form of surrender as he rambled quickly. As a knight, his ‘friend’ would carry a sword after all, and he didn’t exactly want the man to be too hasty in using it. Although to be fair, he didn’t think that this man would use it to kill him. Hopefully not anyway.

“I…err…” he didn’t really have an excuse, not when this was already betraying the man. Did he really deserve to be lied to as well? Jefferson shook his head and took a step forwards, “Sorry?” he smiled hopefully at his friend. As if he truly believed that somehow the man would be okay with this, and as if a ‘sorry’ was going to make any sort of a difference here. He knew that he wasn’t helping himself here, but improvisation is hard okay? And he did actually feel bad for this, not that him feeling guilty was enough to stop him. But the possible reward was sadly that worth it.

Hank Morgan

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Hank Morgan
 Posted: Oct 15 2017, 09:48 AM
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King Arthur/Connecticut Yankee

Camelot

Bach is online


41 years old / 70 posts




For several moments, that seemed like an eternity but were probably only seconds, Hank just stared across the room at the familiar face standing there. Not that he had known Jefferson for all that long, but he'd come to know the man as a friend. Now that friend was standing there, in the castle, clearly up to no good. He just wasn't sure how to process it, why was Jefferson here, why did it look like Jefferson was stealing from Camelot. Not that the crown jewels really belonged to all of Camelot, they really belonged to the royal family, but they stood as a symbol for that family, the history, the throne. He blinked a few times, he hadn't raised his sword yet in defence, but regardless of what Jefferson was in the middle of doing, Hank still saw the man as a friend, not an enemy and did not feel like he had anything to fear.

"This can't be what I think it is, Jefferson....... I thought we were friends. If you needed money I could have helped, all you had to do was ask........" Hank stood for a few more moments, as the whole situation really started to sink in. He thought back over the last weeks of his new friendship with the man standing before him, and suddenly an uneasy feeling began creeping into his mind. Had this been what Jefferson had been after all along, a way into the castle, knowledge of the patrols and layout. All those times they had gone drinking together, was it just so that Hank's tongue would be loosened and he would be more apt to talk about being a knight of Camelot and his duties.

"Is this why you became my friend, just to find a way in here and do this..........." He wasn't sure which felt worse, the betrayal, or feeling so foolish as to have been betrayed like this.

Jefferson

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Jefferson
 Posted: Nov 30 2017, 09:38 AM
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OUAT/Alice in Wonderland

Wonderland

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32 years old / 101 posts




Oh jeez he hated this, if only he’d been five minutes faster he could have avoided this…disappointment. As sure, that’s what a betrayal was right? Friends trusted one another, and he’d destroyed that trust. With good reason to, it was nothing against Hank of course. Any of the knight’s might have been the one, the one who would help him get inside the castle and steal the crown jewels. So really, none of this was personal as such. Just well, he was a good source of information, and how could he not resist that? This was who he was after all, a thief. And you guessed it, this is what thieving is.

And he had considered this man to be his friend, and hell, even still might have done if he’d have managed to get away sooner. Although he supposed things would have sunk in sooner or later, but really, he did like the guy. And he hadn’t actually set out to hurt him like this, or well, maybe. But surely he could understand? Maybe. Not that there was much to understand here, and it wasn’t even as if this was much of a low point in his life to justify stealing, let alone something as significant as the crown jewels. Really, he had no justification for that. Other than the fact that it was the frickin’ crown jewels of Camelot! That meant a lot, pride, and well, he was certain the money he could get from such items would set him up nice and comfortable in life. He’d earned that. Right?

Or at least, it wasn’t as if the royal family needed all their wealth. In some ways, it always had to be this and not just the rest of the loot that was in his satchel. They wouldn’t miss a few pearls and gold plates, but the crown? Now that would make him famous! Not that he intended to make a name for himself through stealing, but surely everyone wanted to be remembered for something? He was nobody, completely anonymous before he’d found his hat. Now he could have a business, portal jumping, that was the way to go now. And stealing something like this, well, that could only be good advertisement for himself. So while he felt bad, he didn’t. Not really.

All he could do was stare at his friend, completely guilty as he spoke. As sure, he didn’t doubt that Hank would have helped him if he’d needed it. And that knowledge could only make a person feel worse, because really, he might have even done the same for Hank. Maybe. In his own way of course, but just because he wasn’t exactly a ‘good guy’, didn’t mean he didn’t care. Of course he did! This was all thanks to Hank! And he knew that wasn’t actually something the man would enjoy knowing, “We are friends Hank….this…this isn’t…” okay, he was truly trying here. But this was difficult, he didn’t want to hurt the poor man more than….well, more than he was already doing.

“No! Of course not!” he rapidly defended, he felt hot, and with his stress he ran his hand through his hair uncomfortably. “Okay yes”, panic hit his voice again, “No!” damn this he sighed heavily, eyes averting from the man, not wanting to look at him. “It…maybe, maybe yes that’s why I came to Camelot in the first place, maybe you, with your ‘knightliness’ was just too good, too good not to you know…it’s not your fault, you were great! More than helpful in fact” he swallowed, offering a fake smile. Not that smiling made any of this ‘better’ of course. “At first anyway, you are my friend, you’re a good guy, you really are and that’s why…” he shook his head. Sadly, that’s why it had been sooooo easy.

“…You won’t say anything, right?” he couldn’t exactly ask that of the man. But he hadn’t done anything to fight him or call more guards so far had he? The sword he was carrying wasn’t even raised, surely that meant he wouldn’t want to see a friend hurt? Even if their ‘friendship’ was…well, it hadn’t all been fake had it? He hoped.

Hank Morgan <33

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