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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.

Comments

[industria]

No religious worshipping here, just ladies supporting ladies. She is glad that there are so many girls here, and she is especially glad that Liz showed them all, especially Dean, what godly types are capable of doing.

It's an interesting thought, actually. With her current reputation here, Allison still feels a kinship to the camp as a whole, like she's truly part of something.

With a laugh, she throws her arms around Elizabeth and gives her a squeeze. "That was amazing!"

[toeverywhere]

"Thank you!" She says with a huge smile, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Friendship kisses are the best kisses, even Artemis will agree.

"I think Percy is going to try to murder me in my sleep for that."

[industria]

The best kind of kisses! It brings out the dimple in Allison's smile when they pull away and she gives Elizabeth's shoulders an extra squeeze before she lets her hands drop to her sides, rolling up the banner instead.

"Percy or Annabeth?" she asks with a lifted brow.

[toeverywhere]

"Percy," she declared. "I'm pretty sure Annabeth is smart enough to recognize that even if I did hit Percy, he's invulnerable. The bullet would have shattered. Maybe I should have told him he had balls of steel..."

[industria]

Allison laughs again.

"Even though he does have balls of steel, if I were a guy, I'd panic if anyone shot things at my crotch," she points out, wrinkling her nose.

[toeverywhere]

Elizabeth makes a face. "...Good point. Maybe should have thought that one through a little bit more."

[industria]

"Doesn't matter now," she assures her, waving a hand. "You killed it, not literally, of course. What did Dean say to you after?"