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Fourteen failed shots
[Muffled scuffing.]
Ow!
[Quiet, angry muttering; the mocking cries of Paradisan parrots not too far off.
Abruptly there's a loud, discordant twanggg. The sound hovers in the air for several seconds, and above it there rises the voice of a young man cursing in heartfelt tones.] -- stupid -- sonova -- low-down dirty -- piece a'JUNK!!
[A clatter of wood on rock. When his voice comes again, it's sullen.]
Prob'ly broken anyway. What good's a shootin' gallery with nothin' good that shoots?
[At the archery range, Roy is rediscovering his permaloss. Which means right now he's nursing a long gash across his thumb, where the bowstring got him. 8( There's an unstrung bow thrown against the flagstones, and a dozen arrows or so sort of pathetically flopped into the dirt between him and the nearest target.
Closer to him, really.
He's hunched over and avoiding anyone's eyes, his whole bearing full of shame and undirected malice. Approach at risk.]
Ow!
[Quiet, angry muttering; the mocking cries of Paradisan parrots not too far off.
Abruptly there's a loud, discordant twanggg. The sound hovers in the air for several seconds, and above it there rises the voice of a young man cursing in heartfelt tones.] -- stupid -- sonova -- low-down dirty -- piece a'JUNK!!
[A clatter of wood on rock. When his voice comes again, it's sullen.]
Prob'ly broken anyway. What good's a shootin' gallery with nothin' good that shoots?
[At the archery range, Roy is rediscovering his permaloss. Which means right now he's nursing a long gash across his thumb, where the bowstring got him. 8( There's an unstrung bow thrown against the flagstones, and a dozen arrows or so sort of pathetically flopped into the dirt between him and the nearest target.
Closer to him, really.
He's hunched over and avoiding anyone's eyes, his whole bearing full of shame and undirected malice. Approach at risk.]
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Speedy? [Bro-in-distress senses tingling!] Are you alright?
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Yeah, I'm fine. [No he's not.] It's this dumb old trick bow, that's all. [Hurriedly] How're you holdin' up?
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[She'll land and reach to touch him.] Speedy--may I call you Roy? I meant to ask earlier, but with discovering where we had been taken and that Dick does not remember me...[A wane smile.] It seems I forgot to ask.
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[Frown. Knots the cloth. Yank.] Shortpants still clueless, huh? That's gotta put a damper on things. You hangin' tight?
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Use your own, then.
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... Don't guess you'd have a spare to loan?
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Hey Speedy, what's up?
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Nothing important, Shortpants. You get your head fixed yet?
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I'm fine. How many times do I have to tell you?
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Whatcha want?
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Speedy? [Bro-in-distress senses tingling!] Are you alright?
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Yeah, I'm fine. [No he's not.] It's this dumb old trick bow, that's all. [Hurriedly] How're you holdin' up?
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[She'll land and reach to touch him.] Speedy--may I call you Roy? I meant to ask earlier, but with discovering where we had been taken and that Dick does not remember me...[A wane smile.] It seems I forgot to ask.
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[Frown. Knots the cloth. Yank.] Shortpants still clueless, huh? That's gotta put a damper on things. You hangin' tight?
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Use your own, then.
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... Don't guess you'd have a spare to loan?
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Hey Speedy, what's up?
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Nothing important, Shortpants. You get your head fixed yet?
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I'm fine. How many times do I have to tell you?
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Whatcha want?
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