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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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[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.

[lastplaceigo]

If you had to ask Margot to pick anyone out of a line-up that she thought would be a werewolf, Scott probably wouldn't even make the list. That other guy makes sense -- he's got that kind of rugged wolf look to him -- but Scott? Not so much.

His staring is met with a stare of her own. What's this guy's problem? "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

[usernameallison]

Scott is a puppy in all respects, despite the fact that he doesn't see it. This werewolf deal is just one of them, even if he does transform into a fully grown wolf.

He realizes what she's doing and how he's looking longingly at the package, though, and does his best to snap out of it. "Um. Where did you get that?"

[lastplaceigo]

Margot looks down at the packet, confused. Whereas other people have a sweet tooth, she has a thing for dried meat products and she's usually not without if she can help it. It's her comfort food.

"My mom sent it to me." Like she always does when she sends a care package. Margot gives him a weird look, holding out the bag. "Uh, you want some?"

[usernameallison]

"Oh- oh, she did? That's cool. I should probably think about what I wanna write to my mom." He hasn't sent her a letter in ages, and...it'd probably be a good idea, especially with everything that's been going on recently. Check up on her.

There's a little nod, and he feels like it's almost involuntary. "Do I ever!"

[lastplaceigo]

Send her a letter, tell her you're a werewolf -- the usual camp stuff!

Margot is constantly writing home. If she can't actually be there herself, it's the next best thing.

"Just tell her about what you've been doing. I'd leave out the parts where we've been attacked, though. Parents don't like that part." That's Margot trying to give honest advice. She shrugs and hands him the package. "Help yourself."

[usernameallison]

"Oh. Well, yeah. I'm definitely not gonna do that. Just, y'know, see how she is, see how Stiles and his family are doing." Scott misses his best friend when he's away from the guy.

And he isn't exactly comfortable with talking about the whole 'I turn into a wolf on the full moon' thing just yet.

That, though, gets him going. Scott takes the package and stuffs a few pieces into his mouth, filling his cheeks up just like Stiles would. He's really going to town on them.

[lastplaceigo]

Margot is about to respond when she just stops and stares. Table manners aren't her best thing (unless she's at home) -- she'll talk with her mouth open, lick the plate, whatever. She doesn't care.

This is a whole new level, though. Goodbye, precious jerky. Goodbye.

"Dude. Slow down or you're gonna totally choke."

[usernameallison]

"What?"

Scott talks through a mouthful of food, but finally swallows, looking up at her.

"No, no way. I'll be fine, no worries."

[lastplaceigo]

She takes the bag back, looking annoyed. "You're gonna eat the whole bag like that."

[usernameallison]

At the first tug, though, Scott relinquishes the bag quickly, looking sheepishly apologetic. "Sorry. I guess I don't know how much I eat anymore."

[lastplaceigo]

"Rude much?" Grumble, grumble. You do one nice thing for someone... This is why Margot is always such a jerk. Well, that and she's just a jerk. "Shit excuse, you're dismissed."

[usernameallison]

He didn't mean to be rude! But he gives her a little nod anyway, scratching the back of his neck again. "Sorry again - I'll see you around." He gives her one more apologetic smile and pads off to go find his girlfriend.