Fourteen failed shots
[Muffled scuffing.]
Ow!
[Quiet, angry muttering; the mocking cries of Paradisan parrots not too far off.
Abruptly there's a loud, discordant twanggg. The sound hovers in the air for several seconds, and above it there rises the voice of a young man cursing in heartfelt tones.] -- stupid -- sonova -- low-down dirty -- piece a'JUNK!!
[A clatter of wood on rock. When his voice comes again, it's sullen.]
Prob'ly broken anyway. What good's a shootin' gallery with nothin' good that shoots?
[At the archery range, Roy is rediscovering his permaloss. Which means right now he's nursing a long gash across his thumb, where the bowstring got him. 8( There's an unstrung bow thrown against the flagstones, and a dozen arrows or so sort of pathetically flopped into the dirt between him and the nearest target.
Closer to him, really.
He's hunched over and avoiding anyone's eyes, his whole bearing full of shame and undirected malice. Approach at risk.]
Ow!
[Quiet, angry muttering; the mocking cries of Paradisan parrots not too far off.
Abruptly there's a loud, discordant twanggg. The sound hovers in the air for several seconds, and above it there rises the voice of a young man cursing in heartfelt tones.] -- stupid -- sonova -- low-down dirty -- piece a'JUNK!!
[A clatter of wood on rock. When his voice comes again, it's sullen.]
Prob'ly broken anyway. What good's a shootin' gallery with nothin' good that shoots?
[At the archery range, Roy is rediscovering his permaloss. Which means right now he's nursing a long gash across his thumb, where the bowstring got him. 8( There's an unstrung bow thrown against the flagstones, and a dozen arrows or so sort of pathetically flopped into the dirt between him and the nearest target.
Closer to him, really.
He's hunched over and avoiding anyone's eyes, his whole bearing full of shame and undirected malice. Approach at risk.]