first shot → video → day 103

[sagittae]

[ It's fairly early when Allison poses her question to the network. Not obnoxiously so, just a little earlier than most would expect a teenager to be up of her own accord. She's already been for a run and there's a little evidence to show as much. She's just a little puffed, breathing returning to it's normal rate, and the clothes she's scavenged from the house aren't an ideal fit, but they're still closer to gym gear than the dress she'd arrived in (thanks scientists). Her hair is piled up in a loose bun on the top of her head, cheeks still just a little flushed, and she's only just at the door. She really should go inside and get herself sorted first, but network etiquette 101 is escaping her right now - and besides, the question is important.

There's a friendly smile at least, and for a moment she just eyes the feed a little, unsure of how to start. Finally it comes with a light clear of her throat and a sheepish look at the device on her wrist. ]

So I really hope this thing is working, or I'm going to look like an idiot. [ She laughs, a little awkward, and moves to sit down on the porch. The video jerks in response to the movement, but settles again once she does. ] I just have a quick question, nothing too taxing I promise.

[ She glances away for a second, a little stuck for how to pose the question without sounding like she's up to something, but finally just decides to bite the bullet. Everyone needs to defend themselves, right? That sea monster sure proved that. ]

I'm looking for a bow. Mine got...left behind, I guess, and I'd just- I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I had one. If anyone knows where there might be something like that around town or...God, even if you know how to make one, I'd really appreciate the pointers.

[ She pauses again, all awkward awkward Allison, and she's about to add something else.

Unfortunately at that point, the feed cuts out. Or perhaps fortunately, for the people listening. At that rate, they were going to be there all day. ]

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[greatatboats]

[ That is one way to get the attention of Clint Barton. Bows and arrows man. You might as well have taken your top off, Allison. Clint is basically all ears and eyes now. He's so excited he's practically shaking. A lot of the folks here are all about guns and he's not exactly packing that heat now. He's just as good with a gun as with a bow, but he prefers the control he gets with a bow. It's better.

He flips his video on and holds up the bow by his bed. Next is the quiver he has full of arrows from home and the ones he's made since being here. ] I can help. Can give you pointers too. Names Clint.

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[sagittae]

[ There's certainly one way for Clint to become close to the most important person who's responded to this little request, and that is showing that bow and quiver full of arrows. Like a moth to a flame, Allison barely even hesitates before she responds. She's kind of grinning a little too, though at least she's trying to suppress it. Don't want to come off too eager, right? ]

Clint? I'm Allison. I'd...well. [ She gives a little sheepish laugh, shrugging her shoulders. ] I'd just about sell my left kidney for some of those pointers.

[ Because really, she knows a serious set up when she sees one, and Clint's gear isn't some 'shooting range on the weekend' type. That's professional. ]

[greatatboats]

[ She's young, but he's not stupid enough to make the mistake that she's not capable. Clint learned how to make trick shots in the circus as a boy. He was doing acrobatics and trick shots are a very young age. Certainly not the age you'd let a bow walk across a tight rope or handle a violent weapon. He's very confident in the fact that she just might know what she's doing when asking for a bow. Though there is a part of her that does remind him of Kenzi and that hurts. He's starting to miss her more than he's willing to let on.

He smiles wide and nods slowly. ] I don't a need kidney. Just gotta promise you won't go homicidal on the people here. I think they'll get pissed if I hand you an actual weapon. [ Not that he doesn't trust her, but she could be a serial killer now that he thinks about it. ] You don't want a resume or anything right? Most of it's classified, but then again we are in a fucked up Narnia.

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Yeah, I can't see them taking too kindly to that. [ She's happy to make the teasing, joking comments along with the rest of them, but more than anything she's itching to try that thing out for herself. It feels like it's been ages since she's had one in her hands already, and while a home made job with definitely be better than nothing, it can't beat professional craftsmanship. ]

Tell you what, I'll let you keep your secrets if you let me keep mine? [ She raises an eyebrow quickly, still grinning despite herself. ] Yours are probably more interesting, but I like mine secret all the same.

[greatatboats]

They might make me leave, but that could work in my favor. Going home would be way easier than dealing with this shit storm they got brewing. I swear sometimes I'm concerned that this place is just housing a bunch of adults who like acting like teenagers. [ This includes Clint. Clint is the President of this thing. He is the best one at acting like a teenager. Most of this town is just insanely ridiculous for him to fathom though.

Secrets are good. Clint's business is made of secrets. Killing people is real easy when you can keep it a secret like he can. Though he did have a slip up with Ned and the pain killers. He was certain that Ned wouldn't open his mouth though. Hopefully. ] Works for me. Sides you'd have to kill me to get me to tell you--or feed me pain killers and just start asking questions.