|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 6:00 pm
 Here you can shoot arrows at targets or at people. There is usually a trainer on stand by.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:07 am
░░░▒▒▒▓▓▓~{In Momiki's head: This place at least is equipped to be a teaching class... Now lets see...}~
►►►A flick of her wrist, a pause as she waited while the wind blew, Momiki pushed her hair back as she made her way into what she learned was going to be her new class, as she was now the new Archery Teacher. Well isn't this a change of pace? She blew at her hair, brown strands dancing as she held her spot and looked around, a slight chill down her spine. No one is here... Like they'd know you were going to be in a circus academy... She shook her head and continued to walk across the field, aiming fro a closed in area across that had a locked door, the key in a small pouch that rested against her hip.
Arriving at the door, she fumbled with the key and unlocked it, looking behind her one more time before stepping into the small building her eyes flicking back and forth. It was a classroom of course, small but a classroom that could hold students and other belongings and another door was located in the back, again a key hole shinning at her from the doorknob. She made her way around the desk and chairs, careful not to bump into them as she unlocked the door and opened it, another long desk and storage area lined the wall. She halfway closed the door behind her and continued on, an individual locker stood by itself as she glared at it, knowing what it was for. Like I'll put my bow and quiver down yet... She shifted the quiver that was on her back using her shoulder and went to the storage area, peeking in to see a box full of small weak bows and another box of quivers holding what might be up to ten arrows in each pack. Okay... She stepped back and closed the area, moving to her desk that a small pamphlet lay and a book. She pulled the rolling chair back and slowly lowered herself, letting her bow and quiver rest against her legs as she sat, her fingers quick to open the pamphlet. Homework for the teacher... She smirked at the thought as the idea sounded funny in her head as she started reading on what she must do. She didn't exactly have a teaching background and she needed to learn exactly how to host a class, hopefully before students started coming in.◄◄◄
~{Word counter: 398}~▓▓▓▒▒▒░░░
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 10:18 am
░░░▒▒▒▓▓▓~{In Momiki's head: A teacher's lounge of some sort...}~
►►►Slamming the book down and letting a loud gush of wind pass through her lips, Momiki called it quits on studying. Her head slumped backwards onto the chair and she glared at the ceiling for her eyes and brain to adjust to all the words she just read. It seemed in her time studying, not a single student had arrived and she was yet to be disturbed. Well then... She shook her head and softly pushed herself back with her legs, careful to stop herself before she smacked her head against the door behind her. Isn't there some place where teachers meet up or something. This is getting quite boring... She quickly rose and snatched up her bow and quiver, throwing them over her shoulder and made her way to the door of the little office.
Outside of the small building, Momiki stared at the targets that were scattered across the field and slowly pulled at a bow from in her quiver, shifting her feet so the her body faced sideways and her bow was already locked in her left hand. She rose the bow up, snapping the end of her arrow in place and aligned her arms straight, another deep breath passed her lips as a slight wind pushed on the strands of her long brown hair and she glared at the middle of a target about halfway across the field area. One shot, one heart. The thoughts in her mind run out as she felt her heart beat slow with each breath she took. In slow motion, her right hand slowly opened up, releasing the arrow and the taunt bow string and watched as the arrow was forced forward, slicing through the air and moving at a face pace, crossing the field with ease and curve just slightly with the air resistance before hitting dead center of the yellow part of the target, dark brown and silver feathers glistened off the end of her arrow that signified it was hers as she turned and continued to walk off, going to find some company and learn more about this place she toke up as her hideaway.◄◄◄
~{Word counter: ---}~▓▓▓▒▒▒░░░ {Exit Momiki Sillia De'Vas Destination: unkown}
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
