[Despite the pounding in his head due to spending the night before at the club, Oliver is up and walking towards the small clearing near the athletic complex, with a few target boards in one arm, the other carrying his weapon. Ever since he had been accepted in the defense team and received a compound bow and some arrows, he had been tinkling with them to recreate his Green Arrow bow. He'll definitely miss his crossbow, but perhaps he could modify his bow to turn into one if he finds the right parts. But today is a good day for him to go out and try his new bow and adjusts it if needed be.
As he steps into the clearing, he's not really surprised to hear shots ringing out from it. He's pretty sure he's not the only who can shoot, but for someone to have a gun can only mean that said someone is on the defense team as himself. Though he's not feeling particularly social at the moment, Oliver is not against the idea of meeting another member of the team. Maybe they can give more information to the blond man about the inmates to watch in here.
He starts to hang some of the targets off tree branches so they will catch the wind and move until he sees a flutter of purple hair catching in the wind. He almost freezes and turns around, leaving the boards there, but doing so would only make it obvious that he's seen her. Because it can only be Cornelia shooting her gun a few yards from him. Oliver knows he should go up to her and apologize for what happened two nights ago, but he can't. He's not so sure she wants him to talk to her anymore anyway.
Still, he can't stop thinking about his conversation with Euphie the night before as he settles down his bow and quiver. After talking to the younger sister, he was able to see more clearly into some of Cornelia's comments and it had only amplified his guilt about it. He had promised himself to at least try and apologize and clarify the situation with the purple haired princess. But now that he is standing not too far from her, he can't seem to find the right words.
And so he picks up his first arrow and places himself to shoot. Breathing out slowly as he pulls on the cord, hearing the comforting sound of the bow cracking under the added pressure. He aims carefully and holds his breath as he releases the cord. The arrow hits the target on the tree with a dull thud, a little bit off to the right of the bull's eyes. Oliver sets the bow down and starts to adjust the cams on it]