alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-01-21 11:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabriel burgess, place: la, ~ivy davenport |
New Archer in Town
Who: Gabriel and Ivy
When: Friday - January 15
Where: Ivy's Archery Place
Gabriel had been in LA for a few days, but had spent the majority of them settling into his new flat. He wanted to have everything right where it belonged before going out, so he had seen to it that it was before going out. Mr. Giles had given him the information on the Slayer that he was to see to as well, telling him that she didn't know anything about herself yet. He'd see to that soon enough, and hoped that she would believe him. That would make things easier.
Right now, though, what he wanted to do was get in some archery practice. He had found out that there was a place to do so, and, since it was a hobby of his, he wanted to get to know the place and see if it was good. He walked inside of the establishment, looking for the person who ran the place.
Ivy was behind the counter wrapping up a purchase for one of her regular customers, the guy needed a new supply of bolts and a crossbow scope as the one he had had somehow had gotten damaged, when Gabriel entered the place. With the man being the only customer there making a purchase at the moment Ivy got into a little bit of a friendly conversation with him.
Gabriel waited politely for her to finish her conversation with her customer before going up to her. His family had ingrained politeness into him.
Though he hadn't quite made it up to the counter, Ivy concluded her conversation with the guy she sold some supplies to when Gabriel was caught lingering nearby in her peripheral vision. She had worked at the place long enough to recognize the body posture of someone who was waiting patiently to be helped.
"What can I do for you today?" The ebony haired proprietor of the place asked softly glancing over to Gabriel after her last customer had collected his purchase and headed for the exiting door of the establishment.
Gabriel smiled at her. "Yes, I would like to tour your facilities? I'm a recent transplant from England and would like to continue my archery practice here as well."
"Welcome to the states then," Ivy offered with a smile as she moved around from behind the counter. "Ivy Davenport, proprietor of this fine establishment." She greeted with an outreach of her hand toward the man.
"Thank you," he said to her with a smile. "Gabriel Burgess," he said, shaking her hand. It looked to him like she had a lovely place so far.
"So, Mr. Burgess," Ivy started off as she led the man from the shop area of the place toward the back where the range was set up for practice and training from the first time amateur to the skilled professional. "How long have you been into the whole archery thing?" Asking to try and find at just what level the man was at.
"For about ten years," he said to her. "I've competed in a few competitions, but I prefer to do it on my own time," Gabriel told her. He was liking what he was seeing so far, though, as far as the place was concerned.
Ivy was kind of impressed by that, most the tended to come into the place were pretty much amateurs at the sport. Hearing the man state he had been in several competitions put him up there within the professional league of the sport. "A few of the regulars expert archers that stop in here get together maybe once or twice every two months for a bit of friendly competition." Ivy relayed to the man once they had returned to front of the place after giving him the full tour of the premises. One of the men within that group she had mentioned had quite an extensive plot of land that was partially wooded and made for an excellent training/practice ground.
"That sounds like a lot of fun actually," Gabriel said to her. He hadn't been able to compete as much as he would have liked due to time constraints because of his Watcher duties, but it was still something he enjoyed.
"Shall we get you all signed up then, Mr. Burgess." Ivy stated to the man more then questioning him about it. He seemed satisfied with what he had been shown and Ivy didn't want to give him the option of a yes, no or an I'll consider it answer.
"Yes, I do think that we shall get me signed up," Gabriel said to her. He had liked everything that he had seen, and he wasn't aware of any other archery places in LA.
Ivy nodded and then relayed what the membership fee would be as she walked the man back up to the front leaving the guy on one side of the counter while she slipped around behind it to get him the standard membership application she used and a pen so he could fill it out. Both were placed on the counter in front of the man. "We're open 9 to 9 during the week and 10 to 5 on the weekends."
He nodded along with the membership fees. He started to fill out the application. "So, how busy do you get?"
"Weekends get a bit crowded. so if you might be aiming to get in some practice it's advisable that you came early. Weekdays not so much so you can usually get a spot on the range without difficulty." Ivy answered the man when he put out a question to her while filling out the application she had given him.
"OK, I will keep that in mind," Gabriel told her. He was already ready to get some practicing in. He was good for coming in early on the weekdays as well, so he hoped that it would work to his advantage that he liked to be up early.
"So what brought you over here from across the ocean?" Ivy asked casually in an effort to make idle conversation with the guy until he finished with the membership application. It'd be better then her just standing there silently shifting back and forth on her feet.
"I am coming over here for a new job," Gabriel told her. "I am going to be a professor at UCLA in Anthropology."
"A professor, huh," the look that showed on Ivy's face clearly indicated the woman was slightly impressed by the man's profession, "we don't get many of them in here to purchase much less use the range for practice."
He smiled slightly at her. "Then I suppose I'm not the average professor, then," he said to her.
"I suppose not." Ivy said with a slight smile given in return.