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 Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:55 pm
Nevada had been meaning to find the new lost mist teammate they had gained....and hadn't come to the mist meeting.
She might as well exchange information since hunter twitter had blown up over it, and she would give Pandora the low down on the garden...
and that was it.
Only the garden.
Now if only she could find the girl....
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:01 pm
The girl in question was attempting to play target practice out on the training field, easily spotted as a bright orange and purple figure in the distance. Somewhere between the massive amount of recoil and her near-total lack of experience with a revolver, the training dummy had a nice irregular half-circle of burning grass around it, but remained pristine. And mocking. Oh so mocking.
< AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! >
Pandora clambered to her feet again and brushed her bangs out of her face. "Tycho, hold still next time!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 1:42 pm
Nevada saw...no rather heard the sound of shots being fired, moving her way from the main building and out onto the training field. Like Pandora, Nevada was all to familiar with that mocking dummies face...
Excepted hers was always painted with Finn's face because it helped to have a proper target. Also Jack's face.
Because she hated those two the most on the island.
Assholes.
"Hey Pandora!" Nevada waved a little far off, coming closer so the girl didn't shoot her. "It's better if you ground yourself before you shoot, feet apart."
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