WHO: Ruka, possibly you!
WHERE: A couple different parks around town and at least one parking lot
WHEN: the course of several afternoons, 8/26 through 9/1
WARNINGS: uhh?
WHAT: tl;dr: Ruka's getting in some archery practice, come bug her.
WORDS: yes; arrange them however you like.
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grab it, release it, search for it in this repetition )
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He traced the sound to its source, spared a moment of surprise for its wielder and took a spot on the sidelines. Closing his eyes, he contented himself with listening to the twang of the bow and the slicing of the arrow. When he tired of that, he watched her. In time, as the sight brought more and more unwanted memories, he tapped out a cigarette, lit it, and started to smoke. ]
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Sound had gone unnoticed but it was not all that traveled. There was little wind in the clear day, little enough to pull the unmistakeable tang of cigarette smoke her way. Her nose scrunched. Surprised, she lowered the weapon -- for one does not aim anything dangerous at something one does not wish to hurt -- and turned.
The smoker was a man, watching from several yards away, dark haired and lighter skinned. Lanky. It was hard to tell how tall he was from here, but there was something about his build that was familiar. Ruka tilted her head, inquisitive, pigtails off-balanced.]
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It'd be a little weird with an audience she wasn't sure she recognized, but she certainly wasn't going to leave. She was here first.]
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But eventually her target fills up with arrows, and she starts forward to collect them -- but not before giving a look over towards the green boy watching her. Funny, the fact he's green instead of some variation on brown doesn't seem to faze her at all.
"Hello," she calls, calm and unworried.
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"A year, last May," she answers, with a pause to think over the answer. Has it really only been that long? And Phobos disappeared only a few months after that. She pauses on the next arrow, trying to shake off the feeling of nostalgia. "One of the friends I met here taught me."
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