[Open Post -- Malcolm Merlyn] The Archer and the World's Ugliest Bow
It's taken a little time, but after much rummaging in attics and cupboards and what his typist's family calls "shooks and shacks and nooks and cracks", Malcolm has found a bow in need of an archer. He'd told Morgana he was in search of a compound bow, but a recurve would do, and he's gotten just that: It's a hybrid compound-recurve bow and it's about the strangest looking bow he's ever seen. But billionaires relocated to mansions in what appears to be a very peculiar enclave in the woods of New England can't be choosers.
He'll be found out on a rudimentary archery butt he's set up at the end of the garden, a target on a large haybale. But this being an odd bow, there's a matter of getting used to it: the draw is odd and it's strange to hold. No other way to grow accustomed to something, though it means a fair number of splintered arrows, the string hitting him in the arm as he releases it, and a lot of cussing.
After the incident of the non-setting sun, he's wondering if there's something here that's playing with him...
So, our cynical archer is at practice (his dark side won't be coming out for a while yet, not unless something major mashes his buttons): he'd be glad for the company.
Also, I very nearly tried to post this with Jack Harkness's account: right PB, wrong character (and yes, I am very open to the mistaken identity thing, since they share the same actor: only real differences, aside from their different modes of dress, is that Malcolm is a tad slimmer and has a few more smirk lines about his face, and Jack smiles a *lot* more and wears his hair a bit shorter and more spiky, which makes him look about five/ten years younger).
He'll be found out on a rudimentary archery butt he's set up at the end of the garden, a target on a large haybale. But this being an odd bow, there's a matter of getting used to it: the draw is odd and it's strange to hold. No other way to grow accustomed to something, though it means a fair number of splintered arrows, the string hitting him in the arm as he releases it, and a lot of cussing.
After the incident of the non-setting sun, he's wondering if there's something here that's playing with him...
So, our cynical archer is at practice (his dark side won't be coming out for a while yet, not unless something major mashes his buttons): he'd be glad for the company.
Also, I very nearly tried to post this with Jack Harkness's account: right PB, wrong character (and yes, I am very open to the mistaken identity thing, since they share the same actor: only real differences, aside from their different modes of dress, is that Malcolm is a tad slimmer and has a few more smirk lines about his face, and Jack smiles a *lot* more and wears his hair a bit shorter and more spiky, which makes him look about five/ten years younger).