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[Jason Bourne? No such person. Meet seventeen-year-old David Webb. He enjoys long walks on the beach, jogging, and SHOOTING THINGS. Also enjoy his Missouri accent, bitches

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Spam? Assume? I'm good either way. :)

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What else would I be doing all summer?

Sounds good to me - let's see if I can get my cabin to agree to that. They'll probably go for it.

Jawesome.

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Give me fifteen minutes.

Spam - Derp, this is late :x

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[David went to the lake as fast as he could - it wasn't in his nature to keep people waiting, especially not girls. He found her there, throwing rocks into the lake.]

"Sorry, been here long?"

Spam - Herp derp Windows

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[He grinned at her reaction. Not that she was bad-looking herself, oh no.]

"If it's up to me?" [He grinned.] "A race."

[Sure, he could have picked archery, or riflery - but a race would be more fun. Besides, not everyone went hunting with their dad as often as he did.]

Spam - Ffffuuu-- I thought I'd replied to this :|

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"How about both?" [David asked.] "We could make it a biathlon."

[Stakes. Stakes. Hmm.] "Since I picked the type of race, it's on;y fair that you get to pick the stakes."

Spam - These two need more lightheartedness in their lives.

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[He winks.] Savvy.

Better get used to taking orders, Claire, 'cause I don't intend to lose.

Spam - A WINNAR IS HIM

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"Hah, did I forget to tell you I'm on track at school?" [he asked, laughing breathlessly, half-bent over.] "Thought you were gonna win in the water back there..."

[David considered her question, before letting a smile play across his face.] "How about a date?"

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[He grins.] Stars, huh?

How about tomorrow night, meet for dinner? I'm sure we'll find something to do after that.

[He sounds casual enough, but there might be a certain tilt to his eyebrows, a little bit mischievous.]