Jarod ambled over the grounds, looking for nothing in particular, as the sound of saw teeth biting into wood caught his hear. Curious, he went to investigate.
As he rounded the corner, he saw a young woman with bleach-blonde hair bent over some kind of craft project. She was attacking the board she was wokring on with such fervor that he wondered if it had done something to personally insult her. He walked over.
Kirby glanced up from her work as she felt someone approach.
Well, if that wasn't Himself, her own personal target! She gave him a welcoming smile. "Heya stranger," she said. "You haven't by any change come to give a mere woman a hand?"
"Targets," Kirby answered. "There's this Rambo guy aaround who'se been trying desperately to shoot a pistol at a tree and missing pathetically. Not the first idea about how to hold it, handle it or aim with it, I tell you. From the look of that thing, it probably would serve him better if he just threw it at the target. You might have seen him around - tell, blonde, could be handsome if he lost the scowl, misses a thumb."
"I'm sure he misses it sorely," Jarod commented drily. "I once knew a guy who was missing a thumb. Unpleasant fellow, I can tell you."
He walked around her improvised work table and picked up another tool. Before he attacked the line she had drawn for the outline from the other side, he held out a hand to her. "My name's Jarod."
"Kirby Mitchell," Kirby said as she gave his hand a short but firm shake. "I once slept with a guy who was missing a thumb. He wasn't any good. Not due to the thumb though."
He had never worked as a carpenter before, and was accordingly slow with the saw at first. Luckily he was able to pick up the technique from her before she seemed to notice.
"I'd rather not try," Jarod answered the first question, then smoothly moved on to the second. "I was travelling the island - this place seemed interesting. Some of the inhabitants have wings, did you notice?"
"Diapers?" Jarod asked, confused. "I did see the wings, but I haven't noticed any swords," he admitted then. "For some reason, they seem to believe they're angels or demons, and me to be their saviour. I wish I knew how to help them."
Their saws were getting close, so he stopped and pulled his out. "Is you thumbless guy one with wings as well?"
"Neither of them had wings," Kirby said. "Remember? I haven't seen any wings yet."
She carefully freed the cut-out figure from the board that had held it and put it aside before pulling another board onto her makeshift table and taking up her chalk.
"Why, if a bunch of angels calls you saviour, you must be Jesus Christ," she pointed out.
"My name is Jarod," Jarod said, wondering if she hadn't quite heard him the first time around. "And yes, a little."
That was close to a lie, of course. He had worked as a policeman, an assassin, and in several other gun-carrying professions before. Of course he knew how to shoot.
"Cool," Kirby said. "Maybe we can go try them out later? It would be such a waste to have them shot to splinters by a beginner without a single clean bullet through the heart."
As he rounded the corner, he saw a young woman with bleach-blonde hair bent over some kind of craft project. She was attacking the board she was wokring on with such fervor that he wondered if it had done something to personally insult her. He walked over.
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Well, if that wasn't Himself, her own personal target! She gave him a welcoming smile. "Heya stranger," she said. "You haven't by any change come to give a mere woman a hand?"
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He walked around her improvised work table and picked up another tool. Before he attacked the line she had drawn for the outline from the other side, he held out a hand to her. "My name's Jarod."
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He had never worked as a carpenter before, and was accordingly slow with the saw at first. Luckily he was able to pick up the technique from her before she seemed to notice.
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She shook her head at the memory.
"By the way - have you been here for long? What brings you to this place?"
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Their saws were getting close, so he stopped and pulled his out. "Is you thumbless guy one with wings as well?"
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She carefully freed the cut-out figure from the board that had held it and put it aside before pulling another board onto her makeshift table and taking up her chalk.
"Why, if a bunch of angels calls you saviour, you must be Jesus Christ," she pointed out.
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That was close to a lie, of course. He had worked as a policeman, an assassin, and in several other gun-carrying professions before. Of course he knew how to shoot.
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