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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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[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.