Robin Hood (iamrobinhood) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-07-17 12:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | cissie king-jones/arrowette, jo harvelle, robin hood |
Who: Robin, Cissie, and Jo
What: archery practice
Where: the archery range
When: evening of the 17th
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: incomplete, closed
Robin lined up the shot and let it fly, pleased when the arrow pierced the center of the target. He was more used to the bow he had gotten for Christmas, although it was still not quite as natural as the one he had acquired in the Holy Land. This one was far more convenient in many ways, and he was hoping to get to a similar level of ease with it as with his usual weapon. It was not so much a question of accuracy, since that was simpler with the new bow; but the materials were so very different, that the feel of it was taking some adjustment.
Meanwhile, he had hired out the range during off-hours to work with those from the complex who wanted to learn or practice. He had only been able to arrange a few one-hour sessions each week, but it would do, for now. It would be nice if there were some way to set up a range within the complex area, but with all that had been happening lately, he had not thought to ask anyone. He made a mental note to do so when he got home, as it would be far more convenient to have a place to practice or teach right there.
Thinking of the complex reminded him of finding Much's empty apartment that morning. He had stopped by, to see if his friend had any plans for the morning-- and had found nearly everything gone, except for the little hamster he and Marian had given Much for Christmas. Jack had been laying in the corner of his cage, and at first, Robin was concerned that he had come to some harm. However, the fuzzy fellow responded well to being taken out, and a piece of biscuit had restored him to an extent, so Robin realized that he was physically fine. Still, Jack was not his usual excitable self; he knew something was wrong. Robin had found himself talking to the creature as he moved the cage and supplies next door, to his and Marian's apartment, trying to make them both feel better. He hoped that it would work for the hamster, because it was not doing a lot for his own mind. At least, he knew that in their own time, Much was one of the few to survive bringing down the Sheriff and Isabella. It was some consolation amongst the ache that Much's loss caused here, although it did not take away the hurt altogether.
Pushing the thought aside, he tried to clear his mind as he snagged another arrow from his quiver and drew back the bowstring.