Clint Barton Is Eating Crow Again (purpleman) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-10 15:41:00 |
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Current mood: | working |
Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), roy harper (red arrow) ii |
"This Queen bullshit; it's beneath you."
Who: Barton and Roy
When: This Afternoon
Where: A cleared of portion of Barton's range
What: RP Masturbation! Nah, this is the audition scene, and it looked like it would fit here as a log so I'm sharing. Barton and Roy have a practice and we see some of the guy's crazy coaching methods.
"So, obviously you know the drill." Barton glanced at the 'new' kid, who had more experience than he did, but more time away from it lately, and never in THIS Kingdom "Rules are pretty much the same you're used to, but you said it's been a while." He nodded toward the targets he'd set up, careful to keep on the new kid's left so he could actually hear him if he asked any questions.
"Slow rounds, standard six arrows, usually less than three but sometimes we go up that far, so don't waste what you're doing. Speed rounds, obviously you've done them, you were with Oliver Queen for....
Roy Harper, arrow nocked and string pulled back had just started to let his arrow go when that bit of brilliance came out of Barton's mouth, and instead of going where it was supposed to go, it veered wildly off the path instead.
"Don't DO that." Roy snapped, and Barton rolled his eyes.
"For someone with a damn sight more experience than I have here, you let the dumbest shit get to you." Barton grabbed his own arrow, nocked, aimed and nodded in satisfaction as his own embedded itself neatly in the target. "This Queen bullshit; it's beneath you."
"You're doing this on purpose." Roy accused him, letting loose his own arrow, which split Barton's in half. "This Queen bullshit is why I'm here."
"This Queen bullshit's making you stupid..." Barton countered, letting off another arrow, neatly pinning the last two in place. "You're good, kid, or you could be." he continued, nodding as he watched Roy setting up. "Petty grudges because Daddy got pissed at you? Come ON." he added, smirking as he watched Roy miss again. "You can't seriously think at competition day that's going to help." Another of his own arrows came next, neatly bending around the ones already there, if not exactly bullseye this time.
"What happens when he does show up?" he countered, as Roy's arrow four hesitated and connected but pretty crappily. "Being the emotional hailstorm is fun the first couple of times, but that's about ALL it is, especially when you keep losing. You're not impressing ME right now as someone who can actually compete."
"I hate you. Let's end this." Roy muttered, sending off his last two arrows quickly, in the way that Barton knew meant that he wanted out of this. Too bad he wasn't having any of it.
"You're sloppy and you're lazing out on me. Oh COME ON, HARPER." if he slipped into army voice, well, sometimes that still happened. Once you put on the tan beret you were always a ranger, even if things conspired to hold you back. "We both know you're not usually this pathetic. But the chance for it is obviously still there, and it's going to trip you up until your poor pathetic ass is OVER it. YOU wanted the critique." he added, when he got the Scowl that people liked to give him when he called them on their crap. "You want me to stop being Range Marshal and be your shooting buddy, fine, but it's not going to actually get you anywhere, and we both know it."
"No keep the Range Marshal, you bastard, but you're buying me a six pack." Roy shook his head and stalked to the next target, and Barton followed him, grinning. Okay, so some days his background came in handy after all. This, apparently, was one of them.
"What, go to jail for you?" he asked, shaking his head as he righted the next target and stepped back. "Forget about it, Harper. Archers to the LINE!' He called, as if anybody else was going to show up and stand there with them. Really, he knew it wasn't going to happen, but you might as well get the little details right.
"And next we check downrange...make sure we aren't going to kill anybody. There we are.." he said, since obviously it was fine to keep shooting the way they had been. "Okay, Harper, speed time. One minute, another six arrows, ready?"
"As I'm ever going to be." Roy nocked an arrow carefully and studied his target.
"Archers ready!" Barton shouted to some invisible official watching them. "Lose arrows, kid, and don't think about Queen at all."
Okay. he was officially a bastard now, again, but how else did people learn?