[ooc: ffff. speaking of the devil. i was just collecting some sexy interesting screen shots. XD]
[While Cornelia's head is thankfully headache free, she's annoyed to find out that it's still filled with something else unpleasant. Or rather, thoughts of a certain someone. Since the date with Oliver, she has been keeping to herself even more so than usual. The few exchanges she's had with her sister were short and provided little information about what took place after her and Lockon left them on the beach. She doesn't want Euphemia worrying about her. Especially when she's been going through her own problems.
Besides, the date is over. She fulfilled her obligations and went through with it. The rules didn't specify that it had to be pleasant or that any of the parties involved had to have a good time. In fact, if it was up to her, she would rather just forget that it ever happened.
Easier said than done. As much as she wants to, she can't forget the accusations he made. Or his eyes as he mocked her. Nor can she forget the way he touched her, held her... and even kissed her. Maybe it's just because she has nothing else to fill her time with, but she hasn't been able to forget any of it. And when she tries to sleep at night, his eyes are the first thing she sees behind her eyelids as those moments replay themselves over and over in her head.
Needless to say, she hasn't gotten much sleep. And it's made her even crankier than usual. But she feels that if she can avoid him for awhile, eventually it will be like none of it ever happened.
Cornelia hears the approaching individual, but chooses to ignore him or her. The entire reason why she set up the whole shooting area is so that she can utilize the time alone. She really isn't in a socializing mood, not that she ever is, so she keeps her head bent forward, one eye closing as she steadies the gun and aims. But the whistling sound of an arrow makes her halt.
An arrow?
Lifting her head, her gaze darts in the direction of where the arrow must have been shot from. And she freezes. Why...? Why is he here? Tearing her eyes away, she looks back at the targets and tries to ignore the sudden increase in her heart rate. Did he come to ridicule her again? To make her feel weak and call her a coward? Her lips tighten into a thin white line and she bows her head again. As she finds her target, she aims and shoots. The bullet hits where she intended.
Fine. If avoidance will not work, then she will just ignore him until he goes away.]