paradisa | [Five - Right Through The Eye ] [Dictated]

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[Five - Right Through The Eye ] [Dictated]

[The journal flips open to the sound - captured very snazzily to paper - of an arrow flying through a target. There is the solid 'thunk!' of metal meeting soft stuffing, and a quiet sound of someone humming approval. Katniss walked across the broad expanse of the shooting range, fetching her arrows out of the target, one after the other, and then strode back to where the journal lay open.]

[Grey eyes opened a little wide when she saw it open, but she shook her head. Why was she even surprised any longer? So she walks over, speaking right into it.]

Shooting range is open for anyone who feels like they're getting rusty. And I'm still offering lessons in self defense and shooting, so come on by.

[She plucked an arrow out of her quiver, and sent it through the target it again.]

Getting bored, just beating my old records.

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Too scared to beat mine?

[The corner of her mouth lifts up.]

Who says I haven't?

Lets just say that I'm confident in my abilities.

We'll just see.

[She's grinning now, as she runs to the office to check his current record.]

And if, by some weird chance, you have? I'll have to defend my crown.

[She runs back, slightly breathless, grey eyes bright.]

NOT quite yet ... but you should be ready. I'm coming up on your heels. In fact, I might even beat it today.

Well, before, I wasn't even trying. Looks like I'll have to step it up a notch.

[And there's a small clattering sound as he's getting ready.]

[She smirked briefly, before she went to grab her own bow.]

Oh, I look forward to it.

Glad to hear you're looking forward to me beating you.

[And he grabs his journal.]

Down in five.

I look forward to completely trashing you, yes.

[She grinned as she started to limber up. She couldn't laze off when competing with Clint.]

[And there's a snort of laughter as he closes the journal.

And about seven minutes later, Barton's walking into the shooting range, looking a bit flushed having jogged here.

He needs to train in other ways, y'know.]

[Katniss is leaning on her bow, watching him with a faintly amused look. Yes, she notes the faint flush to his cheeks, and yes, she'll poke at him.]

You know, if you're out of breath just running from the castle, maybe we should worry less about your aim and more about your cardio.

I was on the roof. Took the stairs.

[He unclasps his bow case and takes it, flipping it out fully.]

Perfect warmup.

Really? I'm surprised you didn't take a flying leap off the roof.

[Her voice is wry, as she picks up her own bow, shaking her head at his.]

Show-off.

[She is smirking when she says it, though.] What's the record, Barton?

[It's about time for practice, so guess what? Dairine is coming over.

Halfway through Katniss's broadcast, the young wizard walks in with - what is this? - her own training bow. She pauses, seeing Katniss there, then chuckles.]

You never struck me as the advertising type.

[Katniss turned towards the familiar voice, a faint smirk resting on her lips.]

You get as bored as I am right now, you look for just about anything to do. [Her eyes fall on Dairine's bow, and brighten.] Here for your lesson?

Not my style.

[He smirks.]

And you don't know? Disappointing. Thought that was your job.

[He's walking past her to take up a position.]

I'm still trying to figure out your style.

[She stretched her arms out, limbering them, before she arched an eyebrow at him.]

Oh, I know. I'm just wondering if you do. That way you'll know when I blow you out of the water.

Don't let the castle hear you say the b-word. [She says teasingly, though there's a hint of truth behind the warning.]

[Dairine glances at her bow before looking back at Katniss's hopeful expression. Oh, right. The lessons. Sheepishly she rubs her neck.] Actually I thought I'd practice a bit, but if you have any pointers, I'll take 'em.

Why do you think I said it all the way out here? Can't trust that hunk of stone not to use everything against me. [A little dark? Perhaps.]

Oh. [Damn. She did brighten a little at that.] Sure, go on and set your shots. I'll ... retire the field, do some of the billing for the course. Just let me know if you need any help.

I know. And if you know, I don't need to tell you.

[He takes an arrow from his quiver, notching it.]

We gonna keep talking, or get down to me beating you again?

[She nodded towards the course, as she plucked the string on her bow, making sure it was taut.]

Age before beauty.

I know, I know. But you're overlooking one thing.

[Dairine gives Katniss a sort of confused "what-the-what" stare.] Billing? [Oh, nevermind. Dari gives Kat a half salute as she goes over to the supplies area to pick up some arrows.] Will do.

What's that? [She had a feeling she didn't want to know.]

Y'know. The books. What I charge people to use the range and the equipment.

Skill before inexperience, you mean.

[He draws back, shooting, getting a bulls-eye.]

[She took her stance, eyed his shot, and pulled. The arrow sank in, so close to his that you couldn't fit a sheet of paper between them.]

Nah. Pretty sure I meant the first thing.

[Gale's still keeping watch in the clinic, but he leans over and pulls his journal into his lap]

Allen's probably gonna kick me out of here, soon. You want some company?

I wouldn't mind it.

[A long pause.]

... How is she?

It's getting worse. She's ...

There are bruises on her now. Bruises she didn't have. They show up like something invisible is hurting her. No matter how long I sit with her, how much -

[she's helpless and he cannot protect her. that's what he can't bear to say, not aloud. to say it will be to have truly failed.]

[Katniss's jaw tightens - because this sounds like more than just ... an accident. Now it sounds like someone planned something, on purpose, and used Peeta as the tool.]

What can I do?

.... Help me keep my mind off it. Any way you want to. Even if it's just shooting stuff.

Come out and help me try to beat Clint's record, then. I need my partner.

Okay. I'll be out there as soon as I can.

[and with that, he'll start to make his way out to the range]

[Katniss is sending arrow after arrow into the targets, then running out to fetch them. It's good exercise, and a way to keep her own mind occupied. So she's in the middle of running the range when Gale arrives. She stops long enough to wave at him.]

[he waves back, the sight of her braid flying out behind her bringing a much-needed smile to his face. with them in their element, out here, it's almost easy to pretend things are how they used to be, before everything else. and yet there's a new layer to it, a closeness that he's grudgingly willing to admit they wouldn't have if they hadn't weathered Panem and Paradisa both, together, as friends. just as friends. he moves to the rack and contemplates whether or not to use a bow, or to try his hand at the small throwing knives Ino's shown him, the kunai]

So what's the record?

[She smirked as she headed back towards him.] Twice the distance of where the target is at now. Clint's something of an expert, honestly.

... Huh. [he peers at it, gauging the distance, and looks back at the rack of bows, wondering if he should put the kunai back and choose a bow with a heavier draw to gain more distance] ... And is that as far out as you've been able to shoot? Or are you just warming up?

I'm warming up. [She tapped the arrow against her nose.] I don't know how long it's going to take me to beat him ... but I'm going to beat him, Gale.

The journal. [She nods towards the still open journal.]

I see. [Dairine had assumed that it was a free service (not that money was an issue), mostly because Barton usually was with her. Oh well.

After chosing her target, she begins to set up.]

...Good point. [She walked over and closed it.]

It's a minimal charge. Food, supplies. There's no money so what's the point of that? Besides, I never traded in money before, I won't do it now.

[She rubbed her fingertips together as she went to get them.]

Loads of people forget about the journals, but I'd be careful. The castle has been known to eavesdrop on them.

There's money, though there's little point to a monetary system when someone could wish up a whole bunch of caisos on the spot. Panem uses a bartering system, right?

[She pulls back her first arrow and fires. It hits the target near the edge, further down than she wanted. An annoyed "tch," then Dairine fits the next arrow and pulls back. Her arm is straight... but slightly tilted down.]

[there's the Katniss he knows, his best friend Katniss, his pre-Games, pre-Capitol, good old Katniss. he grins]

I'd worry about you if you didn't think you were. I'm amazed there's anyone that's better than you in the first place.

In the Districts, yes. In the Capital, they have money. Food and medicine is more valuable where I come from.

[Katniss came back with the book, taking out her pen to keep accounts. She eyed Dairine, and intoned.] Arm up. [Before she settled down on her favorite rock.]

He's got age on me. Not much else, though. [She smirked faintly, dropping her arrows into the quiver, and going to take her stance again.]

[while she's focused, he'll choose his own target, and set it closer. the kunai are relatively new to him, so he needs more practice. if Katniss wants to talk about things, she can, otherwise he's just as happy letting a few rounds pass in silence, just like old times]

Food and medicine are more valuable in most places, even if they have money.

[Arghdlwh... Dairine lifts her arm to a better height and shoots. This time she comes within centimeters of the bulls-eye.] Oh. [She'll be shooting off a few more arrows now, trying to reach that center circle.]

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