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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:20 pm
slowly but steaily lifts bow and arrow launches it. looks to see how bad she did she can't belive she did it, she then tries the same thing 7 more times.then out of no where, Artemis shows up on an iris message. alex says, Artemis? why are you here talking to me?.... not that i don't like it but still im just wondering. Artemis says she has been watchigme every night and when im at the acherey range, and tha she wants me to consider being one of her hunteresses. alex is shocked then finding herself say she will consider it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:29 pm
((That's disgusting. Capitalize your I's, punctuate better, use quotations, stop using run-ons. I mean at the very least, start your sentences with capitals and spell right. I mean really...how are you going to misspell things like that? "alex is shocked then finding herself say she will consider it." That's not even english. I had to turn my google translator from artemishunter77 to english, in order to read it as "Alex was shocked, but then found herself saying that she would consider it."))
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 9:01 pm
Sorry, I was trying to type in a hurry.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 4:45 pm
Jake came up to the archery fields, trying to get a little target practice in. He had grabbed a new shirt, gotten his jacket and had restocked on bolts. Squeezing his stressball, Jake would aim the sight of his crossbow at the nearest target. Inhaling, he fired, exhaling as he pulled the trigger. A little up and left of the bulleye, but still in resonably distance. He reloaded within five seconds easily, grabbing a bolt from the rack attached to the underside of the bow and sliding it into the slot, sting drawn and everything. Raising it, Jace fired again, continually nailing the target until he got a bullseye on the fourth attempt. Moving to the next target that was slightly farther away, he repeated the previous practice until he either hit a bullseye, in which he would then move onto a further target, or ran out of bolts, at which point he would go out and collect them. Jake used this time to think about stuff. He pondered why he was here, all the crap that had happened, and why his supposed dad had yet to show himself. Jake continued to think, still firing away with his crossbow.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 8:16 pm
Jake fired his last shot at the farthest target. The bolt lodged itself deep in the dummies chest. Retrieving his bolts, Jake removed his hat and wiped some sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He squeezed the stock tightly, and swiftly it returned to a stressball. "Thanks a ton, Dad." Jake sarcastically, looking up at the sky. Replacing his cowboy, Jake stuck his hands in his pockets and left.
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