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paradisalost2010-08-12 11:01 pm
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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.]
Dictated
Nothing important, Shortpants. You get your head fixed yet?
Dictated
I'm fine. How many times do I have to tell you?
Dictated
Whatcha want?
Dictated
Why do I have to want anything? You sounded like you might need someone to talk to, that's all.
Dictated
Nothin' to talk about! Same as always. Thanks for your concern, though. [Lil bit saccharine-sweet there.]
Dictated
Well okay, then, if you're sure everything's alright...
Re: Dictated
Keep your nose clean.
Dictated
Dictated
Dictated
Hey, Speedy... what d'you mean you're 'over it'?
Dictated
Just Roy.
Dictated
What changed?
Dictated
Nothing good stays.
Dictated
Whatever, man. You'll always be Speedy.
It isn't something you can just change.
Dictated
Dictated
Re: Dictated
... Wasn't his fault.
Dictated
Dictated
I screwed up.
Dictated