Fourteen failed shots

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[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.]

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[It was the sixties, Kory, there were no physics] Nah, I braced my feet against the base and sorta drew with my whole body, you know, [gesturing vividly,] and besides I gotta hard head. [Sheepish grin.]

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[She'll smile back, almost grinning. :>] That is something I've noticed, yes.

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[Cocky] Well gee, didn't realize you were lookin'. [Brushes shoulders.]

So what're you on for lunch?

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[She smiles. 8) Silly Roy, she's always looking.]

I do not have a preference. [Earth food is Earth food and therefore always interesting.] What would you like, Roy?

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Mmmmmm, somethin' hot. A burger maybe. [Stretches -- ngh, bad day for his shoulders. Brushes by her again on the way down.] Or, hey. You ever had a chili dog with the works?

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The works?

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Everything on it. Sauerkraut, pickles, onions, everything but the kitchen sink.

Wonder if there's a place like that around.

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Oh! [Yum! 8)] Let's take a look! There has to be something like that somewhere; perhaps in the town?

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Couldn't hurt to look.

[Mood sufficiently buoyed by this prospect, he links arms with Kory and goes a-restaurant hunting with a lighter heart. 8) She's alright.]