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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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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..."

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!"

The confidence may have taken a nosedive when the target exploded (at least it wasn't a stink bomb,) but Liz's cheering perks him right back up. He did hit it and if it were a monster, then having it explode is a good thing, right? Right.

He scampers out of the way and over to Liz. "Did you see that? I hit it right in the middle!"

"Yeah you did!" She held out her hand for a high-five. "Right on the first one, too."

High-five, yeah! He jumps a little to make it. One day, growth spurt. One day. "Right? That's the first time I've ever done it, too! I thought I was more careful with my pellets, though, but at least there are extra targets."

"There will always be extra targets, so I wouldn't worry. Besides, we're all pretty used to things blowing up around here. I'd say you're good."

"Thanks!" He's all smiles. "You were really great too with the bang and the bang!"

Each sound effect is punctuated by him pretending to fire a shot from a finger gun. "I almost thought you were gonna kill that guy!"

That gets Elizabeth laughing.

"No way. I'd never kill Percy Jackson. Being a Hunter comes with accuracy to rival you Apollo kids."

"Well I didn't think you were gonna actually do it, but it looked like you were gonna." Also, knife towards the crotch, Liz? Low blow, even Charlie knows that.

"You should help teach the Apollo Scouts! That Dean guy is gonna give a demonstration too!"

She kinda forgets these things, being isolated from men so much, okay?

"Is he?" She raises an eyebrow. "Well, I think we mentioned something about me stopping in before, but now I definately will."

"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."

You should have come to camp sooner, Dean. He would have gotten all of the exploding ammo his little heart could desire.

Deans approval means a lot to Charlie -- this guy is cool, doesn't seem to take shit from anyone, and drives the neatest car in the universe. He beams up at him. "You mean it, really? I know I used the wrong ammo and stuff, but that's my best shot yet?"

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."

Sometimes being unorthodox works. The slingshot means the world to him, almost like he's making up lost time with it after his parents took away his old one (and really, that was only a couple of years ago.) It's also a neat weapon.

Dany's praise makes him puff up with pride. "Thanks! I tried really hard!"

It is, in a way, neat. Dany's kind of looking at the simplistic thing from a new light, now, wondering if there are any more adjustments they could give Charlie to make it more...battle-ready. She can afford to think this way, now. She has less to fear.

There's a gentler smile spread across her lips. "Have you been practicing, then?"

He's already got the stink bombs, exploding pellets, and regular ones. If he were a more vicious person (he already feels a little bit bad about the exploding ones,) tear gas or noxious gas pellets would be his next step. As it is, he's content with what he's got.

Charlie bounces on the balls of his feet, arms swinging a little. "Every single day, right after lunch!"

Now that's the sort of thing Dany likes to hear. She gives him a little nod. "That's a lot of discipline and responsibility for someone your age." Dany, he's not that much younger than you. "Your brother should be proud."

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