(Placeholder) (arch_archer) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-15 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | arsenal, hawkeye i |
Who: Clint Barton and Roy Megan Harper
NPCs: --
When: Tuesday, May 15, 2012 - late morning
Where: Clint's "office" (rofl) aboard the SHIELD helicarrier → shooting gallery
What: In which Clint and Roy bicker like an old married couple and then maybe shoot some shit with arrows.
Rating: PG-13? Cussing?
Clint hated paperwork. Clint hated paperwork more than anything else in the world, well, with in reason and being that he was gone for the better part of three weeks away on a mission,he had veritable mountain of it. His desk was a mess... The fact that Clint even had an office let alone a desk was laughable, but as head of the sharp-shooter division he needed to be present in a more official (read: bureaucratic) capacity. Sometimes he needed to debrief agents or review situation reports or even, like now, write up mission notes. But all in all he was a hands on kind of a guy and much preferred field work than the managerial duties that came with a fancy job title. He was a sniper, not a CPA.
So, instead of writing his report Clint was throwing darts at the board behind his door. He claimed it helped him think, to be doing something with his hands, but really Clint was just procrastinating. Really, what more did the brass need to hear other than "mission accomplished"? Who cared about all of those unnecessary details that only the squints found interesting? He certainly didn't, but that was just because he had to live it. Once was enough.
He barely took a glance at the board before releasing the dart. It sailed through the air and sunk deeply into the cork, hitting his mark. Eventually he'd get his paper work done, just not right now.