Gisbourne's camp, totes
I really liked Isabella, Esquire Thornton or not -- oh dear how I LOLed at that; at first I thought it had been mine ears deceiving me, but after hearing the exact same thing from Robn, Isabella herself, AND Guy, I no longer thought myself deceived, and she was indeed a Lady Thornton. ROFL FOREVER ASDHFASGHDA. WHY YE RUNNIN' AWAY LASS? IS THAT OLD BATTLEAXE THORNTON AGAIN?
Also! Guy, I'm so glad Prince John has kindly provided some showergel and shampoo! Those matted locks of yore does not do your Moste Noble Mien any favours, you know. Alsoalso, the siblings do indeed look tremendously alike.
AHSGDFHGASFDGFASDGS. I, too, am notably anachronistic, and I DON'T CARE! LA, LA-LA-LA-LA. By the way, what was that powder thing that incapacitaded the soldiers? PÓ DE MICO, PERHAPS?
ANYWAY, CHOP CHOP, MOVING ON!
NEXT WEEK! YEY!
HAI PJ YOU'RE MOST WELCOME HERE.
HAY YOU GUISE! CITIZENS REJOICE, I'M BRINGIN' MOAR CAMP TO NOTTINGHAM. (Here's hoping, lolz.)
Isabella is fighting for women's rights, while the men lounge in their easychairs and watch telly.
Poachers! I mean ... Outlaws. BOOOOOOORING!
~Proposals~ by the fire.
LOL GUY.
Such fine leather. Look at that flamboyant style! I haven't seen this in years!
Then Allan apparently strucks down Kate with his ... elbow? IDGI, I really don't.
AMMA RAPE YA.
Dudes, there are STUDS. STUDS! Seriously.
More proposals by the fire! I hear those are the best kind.
Then we all hear then fangirls' roar!
Que meigo! asghdfhgfasgas
FOUR! I MEAN, FIVE! I MEAN, FIRE!
SLEEPINGBEAUTY!GIZZY.
TCHAN!
LOL ISABELLA.
Cheerio bye!
Prince John QUEBRANDO O PAU [/bad joke].
ENDING ON A ~*HIGH NOTE*~, that's so like me, I know.
Also! Guy, I'm so glad Prince John has kindly provided some showergel and shampoo! Those matted locks of yore does not do your Moste Noble Mien any favours, you know. Alsoalso, the siblings do indeed look tremendously alike.
AHSGDFHGASFDGFASDGS. I, too, am notably anachronistic, and I DON'T CARE! LA, LA-LA-LA-LA. By the way, what was that powder thing that incapacitaded the soldiers? PÓ DE MICO, PERHAPS?
ANYWAY, CHOP CHOP, MOVING ON!
NEXT WEEK! YEY!
HAI PJ YOU'RE MOST WELCOME HERE.
HAY YOU GUISE! CITIZENS REJOICE, I'M BRINGIN' MOAR CAMP TO NOTTINGHAM. (Here's hoping, lolz.)
Isabella is fighting for women's rights, while the men lounge in their easychairs and watch telly.
Poachers! I mean ... Outlaws. BOOOOOOORING!
~Proposals~ by the fire.
LOL GUY.
Such fine leather. Look at that flamboyant style! I haven't seen this in years!
Then Allan apparently strucks down Kate with his ... elbow? IDGI, I really don't.
AMMA RAPE YA.
Dudes, there are STUDS. STUDS! Seriously.
More proposals by the fire! I hear those are the best kind.
Then we all hear then fangirls' roar!
Que meigo! asghdfhgfasgas
FOUR! I MEAN, FIVE! I MEAN, FIRE!
SLEEPINGBEAUTY!GIZZY.
TCHAN!
LOL ISABELLA.
Cheerio bye!
Prince John QUEBRANDO O PAU [/bad joke].
ENDING ON A ~*HIGH NOTE*~, that's so like me, I know.