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Post by Fel on Jun 27, 2011 12:13:08 GMT -5
Black lugs her long black-wood bow out to the moors so she can practice. Most bows are plastic, but they achieved only the same results as her wooden one and she likes to feel like she's using some kind of weapon from ancient times. Something stupid like that.
A few days ago she'd set up targets to shoot at and since there are no trees she'd had to prop it up on sticks. It would have been nice to be in the forest, but that would be no good for range training. Black drops her bundle of arrows on the ground and turns to face the target, a several strips of paper secured between sticks along with a few ribbons. If she hits them the arrows should make a hole in the paper and break the ribbons.
The moment the wind dies down a bit she fires four arrows in a row, trying to go as fast as possible. Each arrow hits the target. A twig cracks behind her and she whirls around to see who it is.
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Post by CloudHead on Jun 27, 2011 12:15:44 GMT -5
Tyler lets out a low whistle. "Don't worry I come in peace," he said, smirking. He looked at the paper and ribbons. "Geez I would hate to be that paper."
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Post by Fel on Jun 28, 2011 20:40:18 GMT -5
Black drops the bow, blushing in embarrassment. "Oh. Sorry. If I'd known it was you I wouldn't have stuck this thing in your face." She rubs the back of her head awkwardly. "Um, thanks." She mumbles, not sure if the last bit was a complement or not.
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Post by CloudHead on Jun 28, 2011 21:15:34 GMT -5
"It's fine," Tyler said, "For all you knew I could have been a mass murderer who likes snuggies and hides in the woods with woodland creatures." Tyler snickered as soon as he said snuggie. "And no problem," Tyler replied, "Personally I wish I had that type of skill."
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Post by Fel on Jun 28, 2011 21:18:59 GMT -5
Black grins at the word 'snuggie' wondering what kind of murderer had a snuggie fetish. "Ah, well.. I could teach you a bit, I guess. But it's more my gift and any talent. Without it I wouldn't be to good of an archer."She panics a bit, wondering if Tyler will actually want lessons from her. She's not that good of a teacher... But if he accepted that would mean he likes her, right? She shakes her head a bit, feeling muddled by the way her thoughts are getting all tangled.
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Post by CloudHead on Jun 28, 2011 21:24:03 GMT -5
"That would be awesome," Tyler said, grinning, "I've always wanted to be able to kill someone with a small pointed stick." Tyler had a brief flashback of when he was about 7 and tried to shoot a makeshift arrow from a homemade bow. It only had gone a couple inches. I hope Black's a patient teacher, he thought.
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Post by Fel on Jun 28, 2011 21:34:56 GMT -5
"Really? All right." Black says, scared and happy at the same time. She picks up her black bow from the ground and hands it to Tyler. "Before you kill anything, paper or not, you need to hold the thing right. Writing hand goes on the grip, hold it out in front with elbow straight, hold the string between... these fingers and touch your cheek with these hands. Got it?" She watches to make sure tyler is doing it right.
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Post by CloudHead on Jun 28, 2011 21:47:06 GMT -5
"Umm..?" Tyler said. After Black had said, 'Writing hand goes on the grip,' his mind had pretty much tuned everything out. He blamed teachers and their boring lectures for teaching his brain to automatically do this. "So my writing hand goes on the grip..?" He asked to be sure. "I'm kinda ambidextrous, so which hand should I put in front?"
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Post by Fel on Jun 28, 2011 22:16:42 GMT -5
Black stares at him, wondering if she'd said all of that stuff for nothing. "Right. That'll make it easier for me to teach you... like this." She hands him the bow and takes ahold of his hand to make sure he's doing it right. "Now the other one." She grabs that too, gently, and does her best to get him to hold the string right. "Now stick out your right hand pointing in the direction of the target and put your left hand against your cheek. Don't let go of anything."
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Post by CloudHead on Jun 28, 2011 22:21:00 GMT -5
Tyler followed Black's directions, his fingers aching from effort. "Okay," he said, a smile of triumph on his face, "I think I've got it."
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Post by Fel on Jun 28, 2011 22:25:14 GMT -5
Black's lips twitch and she shoves her hands into her pockets, rubbing her fingers to get them to stop feeling hot. It was weird, touching him and having it feel like almost normal. Huh. She takes a step back and analyzes his stance. "Arm up more, but otherwise good. I'm going to give you an arrow, so don't move." She picks up and arrow and manages to work it between his fingers so he's holding it right. "Okay, don't aim for anything, just let go of the string when you're ready."
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Post by CloudHead on Jun 28, 2011 22:40:29 GMT -5
Tyler focused on the tree in front of him, trying not to focus on anything. Just let go, he told himself as his fingers followed orders. The arrow shot through the air, hitting the spot where he had been focusing. Whoops. He rolled his shoulders, trying to get feeling back into his stiff arms. "How was that teach?" He asked.
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Post by Fel on Jun 28, 2011 22:42:13 GMT -5
Black laughs a little at the nickname. She looks at where the arrow went and sighs, thinking about how annoying it will be to retrieve all the arrows. "That was pretty good, especially since it was your first time. Try doing it again before I have to go pick all the arrows up."
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Post by CloudHead on Jun 29, 2011 12:50:37 GMT -5
Tyler nodded, seeing the empty shaft. "Okay," he said, "Can I help? Since the mess is also partiality mine."
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Post by Fel on Jun 29, 2011 20:43:02 GMT -5
"Thank you!" Black sighs in relief. Retrieving arrows had always been something she hates to do. "Um, go left-ish and see what you can find and I'll go to the right. There should be twenty or so arrows in all, and they have white tape near the end of them so they shouldn't be hard to spot."
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