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[untameimpala]

Who: Dean, and other participants in the competition
What: marksmanship competition!
Where: the archery range
When: backdated to March 8
Warnings: violence against innocent targets?

There are targets all set up at different intervals, and more waiting by the sidelines. It's come to Dean's attention that certain parties may end up being a little on the destructive side for this competition, so he wants to be prepared. Not to mention there are apparently going to be some other showboats coming out this afternoon.

Dean would like them all to bring it.

This being his own competition, he steps up to the plate first, gun in hand. There are very few misses, and most of his shots are tightly clustered on the targets. Beat that, Apollo cabin.

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[toeverywhere]

"Not bad," Elizabeth has to concede, having been watching Dean the whole time. She'd signed up immediately, and was planning on making good on her promise to use a gun. Not her favorite weapon, not by a long shot- puntentional- but she wanted to keep her promise.

She waited for her turn, before stepping up to the plate. She has no gun, not until she takes her stance. Then, it practically appears out of nowhere, an old pistol, fully loaded.

But she doesn't shoot. Not yet.

"Any volunteers?" She asks, reaching into her back pocket and producing a length of blue fabric.

Show-off?

Well, it's not often you get to use your favorite satyr's pistol and show off to people who aren't members of the Hunters.

[againstallodds]

So after a couple of moments of waiting for someone to raise their hand, Percy gives a little shrug and stands up, starting to make his way to the field. "I'll do it." He's not participating because he legitimately sucks at archery and other projectile-related weapons, but he's totally betting on Elizabeth to win this thing. She's been alive for a century, after all, a Hunter nearly that long - and he's seen them in action. Nothing like flying over the western US dangling by your shirt collar from the hand of a metal angel to make it hard to aim an arrow, but Zoe'd pegged every single Target store they'd passed.

[toeverywhere]

"Alright, Percy!" She called, pocketing her gun for another moment in order to applaud his bravery. It helped that he trusted the hunters, and y'know, if she screwed up, he wouldn't die.

She held out the blindfold. "Do you want to be blindfolded, or should I? Either way, you can eat the apple when all this is over." She does have an apple, actually, sitting on a barrel of hay.

[untameimpala]

"Blindfolds. Kinky," Dean has to comment as he steps off to the sidelines. "You keep that on you at all times, just in case?"

He could go for that. And damn, that gun is pretty sexy all its own. Where can he get one?

[toeverywhere]

He can get one by hopping in the TARDIS and going back to 1912.

Elizabeth looks over at Dean. A comment that would have most hunters shooting him immediately. "Too bad you'll never find out," was all that she said with a grin.

[anythingwithstrings]

Okay.

Maya steps up casually, fortunately she's got a lot of misplaced anger to work with. Which makes the urge to have Dean eat his ego a very appealing vent for her problems. She's got three plain old trickless arrows, her bow, and she's wearing that ridiculous pastel blue leather vest.

And she puts the first arrow in the target, just left of center (but still in the bullseye. And her next arrow just right. And her final arrow right between them.

Still... there were some advantages to Dean's little pea shooter. "The center of the target, that's good right?" Now she's just mocking you though, because you deserve it.

[untameimpala]

"Cute," he says with a roll of his eyes. Apollo must be so proud, producing such big brats like this. At least Charlie's okay.

"Lemme see here," he mumbles, putting on a show of squinting at the target from afar. "No, nope, I'm not sure you got it just right." That's when he pulls out his gun, aims for a quick second, and shoots, hitting her center arrow right where it's lodged in the target. Then he smiles pleasantly at Maya, eyebrow raised. "Well. Maybe it is in the center."

[anythingwithstrings]

Maya walks over to her bag where she's got some extra arrows for the next rounds, and pulls one of her special numbers out. She takes a few steps so she's not at an awkward angle and looses the arrow right past Dean and toward the target.

Around the moment it passes Dean's head the arrow explodes into a large comical boxing glove, which splinters both of her previous arrows to nothing and the force of it crashing into the bullseye snaps the wood holding the target upright, knocking the thing to the ground.

Maya then, for good measure, looses a normal arrow into the air, nice easy parabolic flight path down into the center of the target, right were Dean's shot was. While the target is on the ground. And Dean's weapon can't do that. "You think I'm cute?"

[moointhedark]

It's a beautiful day for putting holes in targets. Charlie may be an Apollo kid, but he's not the best yet at this marksmanship business. Definitely no guns for him and he hasn't quite moved on to a bow yet, but he has his trusty slingshot and is ready to go.

When it's his turn, he steps up confidentially to the plate, and very carefully takes aim. This takes about two minutes. This is very hard, okay. The second Charlie is sure he's got it, he lets the pellet fly and it hits the target dead center.

Score! With a little yip, Charlie jumps and punches a fist into the air. "Did you guys see -- ?"

Boom!

That pellet? One of Charlie's exploding ones.

Most of the target's base is reduced to splinters and he very guiltily tries to hide his slingshot behind his back like no one saw anything. "...Oops..."

[toeverywhere]

Elizabeth may be down for charlie to become the next Winston Churchill, but she also really wants Charlie to feel confident in his abilities, no matter which ones they are.

"Alright!" She calls, applauding him. "Way to be!"

[untameimpala]

"Dude."

Seriously? Seriously? Where was this exploding slingshot ammo when he was a kid?! So disappointed in you, dad, even if Dean had a whole slew of guns growing up. He wasn't so bad back then himself, but this kid is great, and this is why they have the extra targets.

Grinning, he walks up to Charlie and tells him, "You rock, kid."

[pyrkagia]

She still remembers so long ago when she helped Charlie with the bombs he'd wanted for his slingshot. It's a little unorthodox to have as a weapon, but she kind of gets the feeling that Enjolras' brother is an unorthodox sort of kid.

There's a wicked smile as the pellet explodes the target into flying splinters of wood, and she claps for him.

"That's the way to do it."

[clearasil]

Okay, she technically doesn't go here, being neither a Hunter or a child of Apollo. Or a Winchester, apparently. Natalie's skills developed on their own, though vigorous practice and singed targets. She's been working with some people about special effects and arrows that don't pierce but effectively stop the enemy in its tracks.

Her lip curls at his very mortal attempt at marksmanship but she says nothing. There's something a little maniacal about the look in her eye when she faces her target, pulling her hair into a ponytail with a few curls framing her face. So, she isn't totally... okay, but she couldn't miss this challenge, so easily goaded into things.

The first arrow is simple, perfectly centered. The second, however, crackles with the spark of electricity as soon as she pulls it out of her quiver. It lodges itself into the circle and disappears while smoke rises and the target burns. It's become a trademark of hers.

The third one looks innocent. She takes a deep breath, lines everything up perfectly, and releases her final arrow, piercing the first. With a grin, Natalie walks away while the words SUCK IT form on the target behind her. Hey, what she lacks in god given talents, she makes up for in showmanship. And despite her sullen demeanor, Natalie is fully capable of putting on a show from time to time.

[commandertoolbelt]

Normally, Leo wouldn't be here. What does he care that the archers and marksmen in camp have a one-upping contest? It's not really his bag; he'd rather be working on something productive.

But, of course, Natalie is joining in on the supposed fun, so he has to stop by and watch her shoot, if no one else. With all the Apollo kids around, she probably won't win, but there's no fault in showing a little solidarity.

He's already grinning when he sees her hit dead center. And the second one - he loves those taser arrows, and frankly, he's still annoyed that he didn't think of it himself. Once the third one hits, Leo is actually choking on his own laughter. When did she make those? That's his absolute favorite. He knew there was a reason he loved her.

[pyrkagia]

Daenerys doesn't even go here either, but she's feeling sort of proud of herself now that the dragons are safe and back, hence why she joined. Not only that, but so many of those she knew entered that she wanted to show her support for them as well.

As soon as Natalie's first arrow sinks it, she gives her friend a quiet round of applause, sitting in her seat. She's floored by the 'suck it', though, and has to wonder how she came up with that one.

Succinct. It gets her point across.

[lastplaceigo]

Margot is not participating; when it comes to fighting, she prefers to get nice and close, and punch monsters in the face rather than shoot them from far away. It's a lot more fun that way.

She's sitting back a little ways and watching everyone show off their mad skills. There are times when she cheers and there are times when she makes faces at the participants (that last one has nothing to do with whether she likes someone or not -- she just does it because she can.) Mostly she's just chowing down on a bag of beef jerky and enjoying the day.

If you're real nice, she might even share.

[usernameallison]

One of the things that Scott's still getting used to about this whole werewolfiness thing is the heightened sense of smell. Yeah, that's weird - especially considering Sadie Kane does smell so much like cats and the girl only has a baboon.

Either way, he's making his way towards Allison to sit down next to his girlfriend when he smells that familiar smell, and his mouth instantly starts to water. Which is, again, so weird, because he was never really into beef jerky before.

It's the same girl.

Scott stops dead in his tracks, just staring at the bag.

[weneedasign]

You really shouldn't challenge the Apollo kids to a shooting competition, Dean, you really shouldn't.

Enjolras waits for his turn before taking his place, eyeing the target before he draws his pistol. Hypothetically he could have used his bow, but he'd like to show Dean that they weren't stuck in the stone age.

He takes aim, firing off consecutive shots.

Upon closer inspection he may or may not have made a star in the bullseye.

[untameimpala]

No one likes a showoff, Enjolras. All Dean wanted was a simple competition, and here you jerks are making it all about you and trying to show off. Douchebags. It's not like he was issuing a personal challenges to the lot of you, for crying out loud. It was supposed to be in good fun.

And who even makes a star? How cheesy is that?

"Oh, I get it," he says, pointing to the target with an eyebrow raised. "You're a star, right?" Gay.

[moointhedark]

"You made it, you really did!" Not like Charlie didn't think his brother would make the star like he wanted, but still. He's surprised that Enjolras is using a gun, though -- he thought most everyone else from their cabin would be using a bow.

It's going to lead a dangerous question, though. "Can you teach me how to shoot a gun too?"

[industria]

Allison is absolutely gutted that she has to miss the competition but she supposes it would be an insult to Artemis if she tried today. It would have been awesome to get some Norse representation up there but, she hopes, there will be a next time.

She did, however, take care to make a fan sign for a friend, hoisting a blue and silver banner that says GO LIZ! in sparkly letters. There's are open seats near her if Scott or anyone else cares to join her in the crowd.

[toeverywhere]

Elizabeth can't go over to Allison until the competition is over, but she's still going to wave at her and blow a kiss. Because WHO ELSE has an awesome banner? It's actually the first time someone's been cheering her that she's 100% okay with.

Being hailed as basically a messiah for your entire non-immortal life kinda fucks you over in that regard.

Afterwards, no matter how today turns out, though, Allison is getting a huge hug.

[usernameallison]

After his little incident with the beef jerky, Scott decides to follow through on what he'd intended to do in the first place. His eyes find Allison sitting in the crowd again, and he really is a little upset that she can't go up there and shine herself. As scary as it is, his girlfriend is crazy good with a bow and arrow. It really is nice of her to come out and support her friends, though. It's admirable, Scott thinks.

He wants to surprise her, though. He tries to move as quietly as possible, like he was padding through the woods again trying not to make a sound. Scott comes up behind her and wraps arms around her shoulders.

[pyrkagia]

Well, Dean asked them to bring it, and Daenerys intended to. She always does, after all. She notces the extra targets sitting around the archery range and makes a few mental notes that they're probably for her, considering Dean was worried she might destroy a few targets.

Well, this is a sort of time to show off, so...even though she does fear fire is destructive, even though it can cause fear...destruction isn't always a bad thing. Particularly in accuracy.

She takes her place in front of one of the targets, brushing some hair out of her face All three of her dragons are close by - she doesn't dare leave them alone anymore. Viserion is at her shoulder, and Drogon and Rhaegal circle overhead. Standing solid and strong and finally looking well-rested, Daenerys stares at the target as if she wants to figure out the best way to conquer it. Slowly, she takes a deep, calming breath in before she holds out her hands, sending a few fireballs out to torch the target. It's hard to tell where they hit, because it goes up in flames not long afterwards.

[angeliaforos]

So before this? It should be noted that Gabriel only had one knife, just the one he could switch back from its hiding prism form.

But he really, really wanted to stick it to Dean, too. It's kind of fun, toying with him. So he raided the armory the other day and took a few bronze throwing knives out, just for the sake of the competition.

Gabriel approaches the target with little finesse, just pulling out the daggers one by one. He's not using his favorite knife for this - doesn't want anything to happen to it if it leaves his hand. One after another, he smirks and chucks them at the board. The first few don't land near the center, of course - he's not blessed with this sort of aim - but he starts warming up, and even though he doesn't hit the bulls-eye, they get pretty close to it by the end.