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Dec 11, 2011 17:52

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Jo's in the bar tonight.

Tossing darts at the dart board.

jo harvelle, william evans

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not_his_pa December 12 2011, 02:09:07 UTC
William's been reading but the thunk of the darts is hard to miss and he ends up watcher her,

"You've got a good aim, miss."

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tobeclosetohim December 12 2011, 02:16:04 UTC
Jo tipped her head toward the voice.

Lining up another in the space before her face.
Letting go is ease and grace. Old hat of childhood.

It lands in the near-center. Like all the rest of them.

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not_his_pa December 12 2011, 02:23:22 UTC
He marks his place in his book as he watches her,

"I've never seen one all marked like that."

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tobeclosetohim December 12 2011, 02:27:04 UTC
Jo looked over. To locate the boy.

"How different are they on your world?"

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hey35nholding December 16 2011, 01:36:48 UTC
She has nice aim - Clementine's impressed.

"Keep going." She wants to see if she can kill it.

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tobeclosetohim December 17 2011, 02:29:38 UTC
She does. Too.

She doesn't need to be told.

But it makes her smile. Grimly.

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hey35nholding December 17 2011, 17:13:01 UTC
It's likely Clem knows that. And the impressed look doesn't go away.

"All right," she remarks occasionally, until Jo is done throwing the knives. "Nice shot."

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