T Higgs will hit a bitch (rebelhellion) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-01-11 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fletcher parkinson, terrence higgs |
Who: T and Fletcher.
What: archery, and talking.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Where: a Muggle park.
Warnings: bow and arrow-induced death, cruelty, etc.
Status: Incomplete
Since Terrence genuinely liked Fletcher, he wasn't going to be upset if the matter he brought up came to naught. He didn't know how much information Fletcher actually had, but it certainly wasn't anything that would draw any suspicion on himself. It wasn't even information that would be specifically useful to him, just give him a general idea of the political playing field, and how much unrest there actually was in the population.
Which he was probably adding to right now, he thought, laughing to himself. He took aim at a Muggle with a purple and yellow target painted on his back in concentric circles, and let the arrow fly; instead of hitting him in the center of the target (and the middle of his spine), where Terrence had been aiming, it hit him between the shoulder blades. It didn't matter to Terrence, really, and he cackled as the man went down with a pitiful cry of pain.
"So," he said to Fletcher, as he bent to pull out the arrow, bracing himself with one foot on his victim's shoulder. "You know I was attacked, yeah? Me and Ella? It was in the papers." He shrugged, as if it was no big deal, and fit the bloodied arrow back onto his bowstring. "I know it's not the only time we've been attacked - Death Eaters, I mean - but how bad is it, honestly? I figured you'd know better than me, being law enforcement and all."
His eyes narrowed for a moment in concentration, and he took his shot, hitting his target in the arm as the man turned. Well, that wasn't a death wound. He was already preparing another arrow, ready to make the man look pricklier than a porcupine if that was what it took to bring him down. He grinned at the thought, the conversation taking nothing away from his concentration.