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first shot → video → day 103

[ 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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People hunt.

[ Surprisingly, perhaps, Lydia is also up. Sure, she's always gotten up early for her strict beauty regime (okay, it's not that excessive) but this is different. This is 'Lydia Martin did not exactly sleep last night' extreme.

There's a tiredness in her voice, and definitely in her face which is why the video isn't on. She looks terrible, more afraid, worried and freaked out than anything, and it all leaks into her words. She's not certain (even though she knows people hunt) and she doesn't know how to ask for help ]

You look like an idiot anyway.

[Well, hey, he can't be nice to everyone.

Or even anyone.]

And bows are easy. You get a bit of ribbon, you make two bunny ears, Bugs runs around the tree and jumps in the pit - or possibly the trap - and hey presto, you're all done. I think that's about as easy as I can make it, but if you need any of the big words explained, I'm happy to help.

I'm assuming you mean for archery, right?

[Jo quirks a knowing smile at the girl on the other end of the feed. She hadn't clarified, but given the context, it's safe to assume. She's already looking bright-eyed and wide awake, having been an early riser ever since she was a kid. A necessity, when you helped run the family business.]

I can help you make one, if we get the materials. Might be able to make due with some fishing line for a bowstring if we're creative. There's plenty of that around. Shaping the arc shouldn't be too hard.

I wouldn't mind having one around, myself. I used to shoot.

[Now it's all shotguns for her, but she'll never forget the bow and arrow set her dad gave her when she was still in pigtails. Spent hours out back, shooting at targets, with every intention of growing up to follow in his footsteps.]

[Anita, on the other hand, is not quite as much of a morning person as Allison seems to be. There's some indistinct grumbling going on under her breath as she ambles out of her room, rubbing at one eye with the heel of her hand with every intention of shuffling towards their kitchen when she hears Allison's voice from outside. She takes a detour, heading over to peek out through the window before opening the door itself, stifling a yawn as she folds her arms and leans against the doorframe wearing nothing more than an oversized teeshirt. Given her height, however, it might as well be a dress.]

You're up bright and early. Everything okay?

[ Dean has one, but it's not really his. It was Kenzi's, and when she disappeared, Dean took it and has been using it here and there, but he prefers guns and knives to shooting the thing. It's not going to be easy to convince him to part with it unless he gets to know the person a little, honestly, and even if that might seem silly... no, it isn't silly at all. It was Kenzi's. Dean holds onto his memories where he can. ]

Please tell me you know how to work one of those things, and you're not just looking for a way to pass the time. You can shoot your eye out, you know. Or someone else's eye.

[ 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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Feeling like a little Robin Hood drama? [ The man in the feed smiles at her, but it's a little too amused. ] Unfortunately none of the members of our little group are particularly flush. There's no real reason to rob any of us.

[Did someone say bow?]

I could help you make one if you like...

I have a compound bow but I've learned how to do upkeep on handmade ones.

[Granted it was a forced crash course but she still managed to make things work.]

If you like, I could trade you my compound for something of equal value until you can manage to make your own or I could help you make one before you'd need to use another one.

[Yeah she's...anxious to be helpful.]

[The werewolf answers, not knowing who she is. Derek, tell her.]

There's a few books in the library about making them. Unless someone else has them.

You manage to make a couple, I'll take one off your hands.

[She hasn't got time to make one. Stupid things to do.]

I might be able to help you make one.

[ He understands the theory behind it and he has more strength than any humans, so it shouldn't be difficult. ]

What do you need it for?

[ He doesn't intend to respond, at first, because it's Allison, of course it is, and he's still not quite over the whole thing where she shot at him and his pack. ]

Even if I knew where to find one, I'm not sure I'd exactly be in a hurry to tell you.

Last I checked, you just had to tie one. You know - bunny rabbit through the hole?

[ yeah okay, charlie's trying really hard to make a funny here. cheesy grin and all. though it drops after a second because she was never really good at that kinda thing. ]

Sorry. I don't have one, though. Legolas would be so disappointed with me. Can you shoot one?

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