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a day in the life (open) Aug 10, 2014 13:27:36 GMT -6

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Post by Fletcher Johnson on Aug 10, 2014 13:27:36 GMT -6

There would come a day when Fletcher Johnson opted to skip out on a little archery, but today was not that day.

It seemed he'd become quite the regular to the field, as he'd expected. There was always room for improvement. Until he was able to hit the eye of a gnat from 300 yards away, he wasn't going to stop training. That was, of course, an unrealistic goal. A gnat was smaller than the head of an arrow. Fletcher wasn't ignorant to that fact, but he was bound determined to get things done.

Bow in hand, quiver on back, the 6'2'' young man strode over and took his place on the range. He'd been going through some things lately, mostly discrimination due to his pretty face and lack of common sense, but that didn't mean he couldn't harvest the negative feelings and turn them into something more useful.

Without further ado, the male loaded an arrow and chose a target, only to draw the bow and loose the arrow within a matter of seconds. Being such a big boy, it seemed a little cowardly to be hiding behind a ranged weapon. He'd yet to become a master of the sword, though he was planning to work on it at some point in time. His natural inclination to be an archer was due to his lineage, and if someone dared to insult him for that they would surely be in for an earful.

Though he'd been at the camp for two years, it was still drastically different from his high school years. Back then he had a plethora of minions to do his bidding, though now that was not the case. He'd become more of a loner after he'd been claimed, mostly because he had the idea of being the very, very best. Obviously it was going to be hard to compete against his siblings, but he didn't want to be someone who was ruled out from the get-go.

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a day in the life (open) Aug 14, 2014 3:28:17 GMT -6

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Post by Rose Gallagher on Aug 14, 2014 3:28:17 GMT -6

Rose walked down to the archery range, bow in hand, when she saw Fletcher Johnson, great, Rose decided to walk to the opposite end of the range and do her best to ignore him. She prepped her arrow and shot, landing a perfect bulls-eye. She did a little victory dance, she never got a bulls-eye first try. She then remembered the older boy at the other end of the Archery Range and quickly tried to regain her composure, failing miserably, she still had a stupid grin on her face and with in seconds she was rolling on the ground in a fit of giggles, who cares what Fletcher Johnson thinks?, she thought to herself, she sure didn't.
Eventually she stood up and dusted herself off, scared to look over at Fletcher for fear he'd be looking at her. She blushed at, whatever that was, she wasn't usually like that. She prepped a second arrow but she was still grinning like the Joker and it wentveering off into the nearby trees. She winced at her bad shot and tried again, this time hitting the edge of the board. Maybe she had been to quick to celebrate and this was Apollo's way of telling her.

Last Edit: Aug 14, 2014 15:56:43 GMT -6 by Rose Gallagher

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a day in the life (open) Aug 14, 2014 20:10:04 GMT -6

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Post by Fletcher Johnson on Aug 14, 2014 20:10:04 GMT -6

Fletch had no idea who the eccentric redhead was, nor did he feel the need to find out. Hitting a bullseye really wasn't that impressive a feat to a child of Apollo; that was the kind of thing his brothers and sisters did almost every time. He himself had managed to tap into the inborn talent his first year at camp and that talent had only grown. Of course, he'd never really the ability to practice with moving targets.

The only thing that peaked his curiosity was the odd dance and the fit of giggles that followed shortly afterward. He himself did victory dances, but those usually involved teammates. He'd not had a giggling fit since he was what, twelve? He could feel himself condemning the obviously younger demigod, though he wasn't sure as to why.

Maybe, just maybe, she was a daughter of Athena and could weave him a nice scarf. Loosing the arrow he had nocked, the eighteen-year-old smiled as it landed in the center of the target. He should definitely move on to swordsmanship. He'd managed to notice the really crappy shot that the girl made the second time.

Must have been beginner's luck, he thought bitterly, though he still wasn't sure as to where his hostility was coming from. "A level head usually helps you to retain a good record. Rampant emotion tends to meddle with your aim a bit more than you'd think." His voice was soft and velvety, as usual; it just added to his likability. Inborn skill helped with archery, of course. Without looking at the girl, he loosed another arrow of his own, this one landing an inch away from his first; still in the bullseye.

"Of course, practice helps." His bowstring twanged again, the male turning from the target to watch the girl. His third arrow formed a neat little triangle in the blue area of the target, which he didn't notice due to his own arrogance. "Make sure to keep your hand steady, and always be sure to anchor the bowstring at the corner of your mouth. It adds to the consistency of your shots." Whether or not his father was just toying with the girl wasn't a thought in Fletch's head. He was used to helping out with the JV football kids, so coaching came naturally.

Last Edit: Aug 14, 2014 20:12:22 GMT -6 by Fletcher Johnson

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a day in the life (open) Aug 15, 2014 16:38:57 GMT -6

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Post by Rose Gallagher on Aug 15, 2014 16:38:57 GMT -6

Rose listened to everything the older demigod had to say, she sighed, she didn't want to take his advice but she knew his dad was the God of Archery. This time, she made sure to anchor the bowstring by her mouth and, keeping her hand steady, she let go and went soaring straight for the middle of the target. She remembered what he had said and didn't react the way she did last time. She was used to bulls-eyes, it had just been exciting to get one first up. She considered turning around to thank the blonde, then decided against it.
Instead, she repeated the process, her brown eyes staring at the target she let go, this time landing an inch away from getting a bulls-eye, mm, good enough. After two more shots, one hitting bulls-eye and one falling short, stupid weak arms, she decided to call it a day, dinner would be soon and she had to get ready.
She turned to the older boy and saw him staring at her, "um, t-thanks," she wasn't sure why she was so nervous but she was, probably the embarrassment from her little fit and subsequent attempts at shooting earlier was still wearing off, "I'm Rose, by the way, Rose Gallagher, daughter of Athena."

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a day in the life (open) Aug 17, 2014 7:57:08 GMT -6

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Post by Fletcher Johnson on Aug 17, 2014 7:57:08 GMT -6

The young male watched as the girl took his advice, pleased with the results. It wasn't often that he extended a helping hand to someone he didn't know, but with this one being so young he figured it couldn't hurt. Older campers were supposed to guide the younger ones, right? In an area of his expertise, he figured it was for the best.

Instead of jumping on the opportunity and begging the daughter of Athena to craft him a scarf the likes of which no one had ever known, Fletcher toned himself down enough that he didn't seem like a creepy scarf collector. "Fletch, son of Apollo. Nice to meet you." A curt smile appeared on his face and disappeared as soon as it had appeared.

"Care to head to dinner with me?" The question was asked a little off-handedly as Fletch made the effort to get a few more shots in, thinking he could then call it a day. It was around the time for the boy to get some nourishment as well, but he figured extending an invitation would get him one step closer to that scarf. Rose probably wasn't a bad person and he could always use another friend, anyways. One that made him scarves was just 20% cooler than all others.

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a day in the life (open) Aug 18, 2014 1:00:25 GMT -6

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Post by Rose Gallagher on Aug 18, 2014 1:00:25 GMT -6

Rose frowned, not a lot of people noticed her so she heard all the gossip and she hadn't heard anything about Fletcher Johnson that implied he was a Good Samaritan willing to walk a lonely, thirteen year old, orphan know-it-all child of Athena to the dining pavilion, more stories about a guy who wasn't afraid to speak the truth, even if it meant hurting another. 'Maybe they were wrong,' she thought, and anyway her dad always told her not to listen to others opinion but to make her own, thinking about her dad hurt, so she pushed the thought aside. "Sure," she smiled, true, she still thought it was strange but really, he didn't seem so bad, and he had helped her with her archery.
Rose looked up at the sky and saw the sun sinking below the horizon, "oh my gods, we better hurry if we don't wanna be late!" On their way to dinner the Daughter of Athena's mind was whirring, trying to come up with reasons he was talking to her, so far she had come up with nothing, nada, zilch, and it was really annoying her, she was meant to be smart, she was meant to understand people's motives and be able to read them.

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a day in the life (open) Aug 19, 2014 9:12:24 GMT -6

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Post by Fletcher Johnson on Aug 19, 2014 9:12:24 GMT -6

Fletcher was in pretty good shape, so he didn't see running to the dining pavilion to be much of a hinderance. What he preferred not to do, however, was sweat like a hog. When having to choose between being late and sweating, he would much rather be late. When Rose chose to hurry, however, the tall boy kicked it up into an easy jog. Looking too eager would make him seem like he was starving or something when, in reality, he wasn't that hungry at all.

Slowing down as he reached the pavilion, the boy straightened out his shirt and made the mental note to ensure that his hair was still in a presentable fashion. He was going to sit by Rose, though he wasn't sure if that meant she would be sitting at the Apollo table or if he was going to have to sit with the Athena kids. He really didn't have anything against them, but his quest to get a pretty scarf might be hindered by letting them all know what he wanted. Whatever the case, he'd just pop the question after he made friends. That would probably be the wiser decision.

"Just in time, it seems." A smile crossed Fletcher's face as he looked at the redhead. "Where are you sitting?"

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a day in the life (open) Aug 24, 2014 1:52:17 GMT -6

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Post by Rose Gallagher on Aug 24, 2014 1:52:17 GMT -6

Rose was panting heavily, why did she decide to run? Curse her never pleased stomach. She glanced around to see that, indeed, dinner was only just beginning, as she saw the campers standing up to make their offerings to the gods. Her stomach rumbled when the scent of BBQ Chicken wafted into her nose. Just like the stuff her dad used to make when he was still around. She quickly grabbed a plate and got in the offerings queue and pondered his question. She knew that the camp supervisors had long ago given up on enforcing the rule about sitting with your own cabin so she had to choose.
"Well, I usually sit with the Athena kids, no one pays me any attention, but I sit with them," she said before she scraped some carrot into the fire and made a silent prayer that her mother would tell Hades to say hi to her dad. The barbecue chicken had reminded her of him and she missed him.
"You know what, how about I sit with you, wherever you like," Rose smiled at the older, blonde boy, slightly worried he would say no, tell her she was a stupid nerdy kid.

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a day in the life (open) Aug 25, 2014 16:32:27 GMT -6

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Post by Fletcher Johnson on Aug 25, 2014 16:32:27 GMT -6

Fletcher had never been a fan of anything that was coated with barbeque sauce; it wasn't the taste of the sauce, it was the messiness of it all. If anything got on a shirt it would probably be stained and stay that way for all of eternity. Stains were not Fletcher's friend at all. Nevertheless, he was going to eat some; he really wanted something tangy. He followed Rose and took the same actions, with an entirely different prayer.

'Hey, dad? Please let me make a good impression on this girl so she'll make me a scarf.' It seemed a little self-centered, so he decided to add-on a little, 'and tell Athena thanks for being awesome, I guess.' This seemed to be good, so he scraped some food into the fire and perked up at the sound of Rose's voice. Fletch didn't care if she sat at the Apollo table, mostly because he didn't really care about what his siblings thought. Most were pretty open, though there were always a few sticklers. Fletch's reputation had been coated with no-stick ego spray; didn't matter what happened cause he was still cool.

"Sounds great. We can just sit at the Apollo table, then. Should be alright." Little kids needed some introductions, after all. Maybe she could make another friend? There, now he was being helpful, too. "Hopefully you don't mind sunny dispositions and glowing smiles." That was doing his father justice, but not all of his siblings. The boy held back a snort. "So, when did you come to camp?" He asked while taking his seat at the table, hoping Rose would sit across from him.

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a day in the life (open) Aug 26, 2014 0:21:54 GMT -6

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Post by Rose Gallagher on Aug 26, 2014 0:21:54 GMT -6

Rose sat directly across from Fletcher, and inwardly shuddered at the question that was sure to lead to more about her past, and she did not like to think about her past very often, nothing good ever came from it. She took a bite into her chicken and took her time answering. "Five years, since I was eight, but it was weird, until last, year I wasn't claimed," Rose smiled, "So, what about you? How long have you been at camp?" It was then that she noticed the slightly pained face Fletcher would make whenever he bit into the chicken in his hands and it took everything in her not to laugh, "What's wrong? Not a fan of barbecue chicken are we?" she teased as she bit into her own chicken and smiled. The older demigod took another bite of the chicken and this time she really did laugh, so hard in fact that the Apollo girl about her age who she was sitting next to gave her a dirty look before returning to her food, huh, sunny dispositions and glowing smiles, right, she thought in her head. "Seriously though, why'd you get chicken when you so obviously dislike it?"

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a day in the life (open) Aug 28, 2014 14:57:39 GMT -6

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Post by Fletcher Johnson on Aug 28, 2014 14:57:39 GMT -6

Fletcher listened patiently to what the redhead had to say, ensuring that he was paying attention by maintaining eye contact. He nodded to show his understanding and decided he would answer as well, though it was kind of pathetic that he was less experienced though he was older. "I've been here for two years." He was sure that would beg a few questions in and of itself, but that wasn't something he was afraid of. He had always been good at explaining things about himself, mostly because he was one of his favorite subjects.

To the next words, he offered Rose an unamused look, though he couldn't stop himself from cracking a smile. "It's really messy and I don't like being messy. I prefer being nice and trim, clean as a whistle." If he stained his shirt, he would be peeved beyond belief. So. Peeved. Reluctantly he took a bite, chewing the meat thoroughly and making a point of wiping his hands afterward. As he was chewing, she asked another question, one that Fletcher didn't really know the answer to. "It's not that I don't like chicken, it's just the messy qualities of the food that I despise. It's tasty, but it can be expensive." Replacing a shirt that he liked was really expensive, though his mom would surely cover the cost.