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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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"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.

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.

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.

"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.

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!"

That's another good reason. Invulnerability and all.

And hell, why not go all the way with this. "You take it, you're the one in this thing after all. Just put me wherever you want me and I'll hang out until you're ready."

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.

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.

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!"

"You're not too bad," she said, handing him the blindfold anyway. "Double-fold it, so I can't see. Then, here, take these apples, and these knives," she presented them to him, "and march to that target, there," she pointed to the one in front of her.

"Put one apple on each knife, and hold them out, so they're coming up through your fist, not side-ways. The last apple, on your head. Then tell me when you're good and we can do this." It was a lot, but she had every confidence in herself. "And whatever you do, do not move."

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

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.

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.

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.

Those instructions are more complicated than he expected, but, well, he's still the best choice for this. If something does go wrong, at least he won't die. Not that he expects anything to, but you can never be sure what might interfere.

So Percy folds up that blindfold and carefully wraps it around Liz's head, tying it and adjusting it a little to make sure that her vision is entirely blocked. Two of the apples get skewered as he makes his way to the target, the third getting put on his head once he's there, and he follows the rest of her instructions to a T.

"Go for it!"

Show 'em what you got, Liz.

Elizabeth takes the gun back out and steps up to the plate, her stance wide. Signaling for everyone to hush, she centers herself, focusing, and placing the gun in front of her.

One shot, the apple on Percy's right explodes.

Another, and the apple on the left explodes.

A third shot, and the apple above his head is gone. Then, she holds up one finger, indicating that Percy better stay where he is. And then:

Fourth and final shot, hitting the target right between his legs. Lowering her gun, she whips off the blindfold, and turns around. "Let's hear it for Percy Jackson!"

The first three shots he's completely expecting, and the only reaction he gives is a slight motion that may or may not be a small flinch when each bullet is fired. That gun is loud, after all. He makes a note to take a shower when this is over to get the applebits out of his hair.

But he's only expecting three, so he starts to step away from the target, but doesn't even really get to move before what the fuck Liz. And yes, he's invulnerable, but there's certain parts you just don't shoot at!

"What was that?!"

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!"

"Apparently, not approved of," she says wryly, holding her hand out to Percy. "I'm sorry."

Honestly, she was. She should have told him, or warned him. But, she wanted to get at Dean Winchester, and he seemed the sort to be proud of his dick first and foremost.

"But you're okay, and you were amazing."

"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."

"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?

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.

"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."

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.

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