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[Cain_Nightroad]

Skidding into the Gym and then into the locker room, backpack dropped to the ground leaving a loud thud. Hands fiddled with the lock, it took not 2, not 3, not 5 but 6 tries to get the locker open before it did so. Quickly snatching the lock and grabbing it out of the little hole. Locker number 23 flew open as his feet flung the boots off and to the side. The locked itself contained nothing interesting just a bottle of spray, hair spray, comb, and two changes of clothes..all white of course and a pair of black slipper/shoes.

Flipping through the clothes he pulled out a pair of white sweat pants and changed into them. White jeans were folded and placed in the locker neatly. Next came the black slipper shoes, slipping them on he grabbed a hold of his boots. Once sure the bottoms of them were pretty clean he slipped them into the locker as well. Last but not least he reached into his pants pocket, making sure he had his ring of keys, each one going to different things. Now that he had everything locker closed and lock placed back on it.

He had talked to the principal early in the year. He had made arrangements so that he could practice his archery every second period, before and after school. He was given a key to the storage room where he kept everything. No use in carrying it to and from school so much anyway. Twirling the keys around a finger he made his way over to the storage room, once there he opened it. Working his way towards the back he grabbed his bow and arrows along with a splint to make sure his wrist stayed straight and a bullseye with a stand.

With hands full he made his way out and into the yard right outside, though he stuck to a corner and made sure the bullseye was set up in front of the wall. Placing the bow and case of arrows around him he headed back inside. Closing the storage room he locked it, then placing the keys in the pockets and headed back to the target he had set up. Placing the splint he had grabbed over his right wrist he tok the bow, set the arrow and aligned it with the bullseye.

One eye closed as he concentrated. Hmm..maybe he could get a bullseye on his first shot. If he was lucky anyway.

[Florencia Della Sol]

Pink and blonde streaked hair with swung back as she walked with short, weak strides. Bronze-like brown eyes looked dead ahead of her, holding a look that most people would find soothing. Quite a few people had taken the liberty of approaching her. She didn't mind really. She simply loved talking to people. Most people found it necessary to mingle and chat about the cheery events in their lives. A lot of people also had the tendency of going on dreaming about some hot chick or hot guy they had just met. Perhaps her days here haven't gone to waste after all. Who knows.

The young woman had learned how to keep a warm and comforting disposition, though that hadn't been easy at all. With the way things seem, any heart would probably turn to stone. She shook her head at the remembrance of how she got here. But hey, let's look on the bright side; she's learned quite a lot. She pondered about her future. Being the type of person she is, how would people look at her? What could people think of her? Would people even remember her? Who knows.

A yellow long sleeved shirt covered her upper half. The lower half of her body was covered simply with tight blue denim jeans and low-cut sneakers. She wasn't planning on dressing to impress this time around...so sue her. She thought it looked fine. And if anyone disagreed, well, that was their opinion and she didn't seem to care much. Florencia tried to be discreet as possible as she strolled through the halls and into the gymnasium then into the yard just beyond it. She felt like staying in the school today, which is rare.

She was quite bored actually and desperately needed something or someone to at least try to help hype up her day. From a few feet away she noted a young man with a bow and arrow at hand. Flora moved quietly hoping that the male would to be too attached to the focusing on the target to notice her, then positioned herself to the side of him. She had managed to keep a decent distance from the stranger. Discreetly she looked on hoping that the guy would indeed hit the target. Who knows what could happen if he were to miss.

[Cain_Nightroad]

He was in fact focused on the target. Practice made perfect as the saying went, and Cain NEVER missed his practice with his bow and arrows. It was one of the very few reasons he even came to school. Focusing with the only eye opened he pulled back giving tension and then within about 10 seconds he let loose. The arrow ripped through the air and his just outside the bullseye.

Giving an annoyed sigh he reached back to grab another arrow. Placing it in the correct spot he spotted something out of the corner of his eyes. Turning he spot the girl and gave a small nod before focusing back to the arrow. Pulling back on the arrow and giving tension once more, he focused back on the target, and letting the arrow hit he managed to hit a bullseye.

Giving a content smirk to the himself he turned to the girl, smile replaced the smirk. He had no problem with people watching. Long as they didn't yell or run in front of him. "Care to learn?"

[Florencia Della Sol]

All she could was watch as the guy had not taken his eye off the intended target, the bull's eye, not ever for a split second. Being in the gymnasium working didn't exactly take her fancy, but she was bored and needed something to do, even if it meant watching other people work out. She doesn't take Physical Education, so she doesn't come in here often, and when she does she's usually watching the guys work out. She specifically eyed the arrow narrowly while waiting for him to take his shot. She quickly pulled her bright hair back so that it would not impair her view of him. It was quite a view actually; a big, strong man working on his archery skills. It may seem impressive to most, but to Florencia, watching guys do this all the time was in a way, stereotypical.

When he finally did take his shot, Florencia jumped backward with a soft gasp as she looked at that thing go. The arrow just barely missed the bull's eye. Not a bad shot really. Hell, it was probably much better than she would have ever done. She never played any sports and joined in on any extracurricular activities. One thing was for sure though, she has had a hell of a lot of fun watching other people do those sort of things. The next shot by the guy had managed to hit the target. Florencia was paying a bit too much attention to that for her to realized that the guy had spotted her. The guy spoke, and she heeded his words. Flora raised an eyebrow and she examined the young man again. "Thanks, but I'm not very fond of sharp, pointy thingies." she answered him.

[Cain_Nightroad]

Giving a shrug he turned back to the target. "Suit yourself." Reaching to his back, he grabbed another arrow. Placing the tip a little farther out from the bow he set it in place just like he had done before. Head bowed slightly as the same eye as before closed. Pulling back on the string with the arrow in hand he gave it tension once more. He could feel his wrist hitting the wrist guard, which told him that he need to fix it. Slacking the bow he shifted his wrist slightly. Better.

Doing as he had just done he was placed back in the same postion. Arrow ready to fire when let go. Taking a minute to focus correctly, and then he let it go. The arrow ripped through the air just like the ones before it had, and it made contact with the bullseye. Two in a row..not bad. Returning to a completely, some what slacking posture he took light steps and went to retrieve the arrow. Mine as well clear it and get good shots then have it full and get crappy ones.

[Florencia Della Sol]

She may not have wanted to get in on the action, but then again, she never actually tried getting into archerty. Perhaps she figured it would be too much work for her. Most of the time she would be better off sitting at her couch with a good romance novel at hand. Other times she would get a kick out of indulging herself in the wholesome goodness of chocolate. Speaking of, she sort of grew angry at herself for not brining anything of the sort along with her. She would might as well wait until after this little encounter here. Besides, watching him right now was seemingly invigorating for her at the moment.

Florencia simply stood her ground, not moving an inch. Paying particular attention to the ways he positioned his hands on the bow then the firing, she blinked as she witnessed the next shot pierce through the air, considerably slower than a bullet obviously. Why all of a sudden she wanted to watch something she apparently wasn't into? Who knows. That's just her. Amazed at the shot connecting with bull's eye, she softly applauded the guy. Just watching him show off his skills seemed to liven up Flora's day already. "I don't know, I just can't seem to fathom standing in one place for too long. And I can't bare the idea of shooting something or someone, even by accident."

[Cain_Nightroad]

Shoulders shrugged as he picked out the first bow. "Well you've been standing there admiring something for a few minutes." Picking out the next two he returned them to the case that sat on his back. Now either he was quite the eye toy or she was just trying to get out of a class. Meh, either way it didn't bother him. Blue eyes shifted to the girl as he raised a brow. "Well it isn't alive, so I think it's just fine. But that's me."

Grabbing the last arrow he kept it in hand and put more distance between him and the target. The farther the better. Placing the bow back in position he closed on eye. Taking a minute to focus he let the arrow rip and then turned to face the girl. The arrow hitting the ring outside the bullseye. "So what is it that you need?"

[Florencia Della Sol]

Oh yeah, she was admiring something alright, but not what he was probably thinking. Flora was actually quite moved by the man's work ethic. It would usually take a bid deal of time, effort, dedication, and constant practice to do what he's doing. "Jus' bein' nosey is all. She reacted. Brown eyes now looking over at the target again, noting the newly dealt damage that had been done just now. She stifled a giggle at his next remark. "Oh yeah, I think it'll live. Weren't those things built to last?" she rhetorically inquired. Even if they weren't, well, at least they make for good target practice.

The guy had prepared to take yet another shot, so Flora figured that she would just try to enjoy the show while it lasted. She eyed the arrow as it was being projected from the bow. For a minute she tried to predict the trajectory of the shot, but to no avail. The young man then spoke again. Florencia tapped her chin thinking of an appropriate answer to give to his inquiry. She was really bored, but didn't have a particular reason to be here right now. "I really don't think I need anything..." she began to respond while shaking her head. "...in fact, I really shouldn't be here right now. I should be home studying for a math test, but I just didn't see any fun in that. Like I said, I'm nosey." she finished.

[Cain_Nightroad]

A small chuckle was given as she commented about the target. "I sure hope so, they aren't cheap. Then again nothing is when it comes to sports." Which was true, whether it be shoe, equipment or just a shirt, nothing was cheap unless someone you knew had something old and didn't want it.

Going back to the target he grabbed the arrows again, though he only slipped one away while he kept the other two in his hand. "Being nosey has its ups and downs. However, academics are important, and they are very important when in high school. If you have a test, I do suggest you study for it, even if you may think you already know it."

Raising the hand with the arrows in it, he placed both arrows in the bow. He had been practicing with a bow for years, but shooting two arrows was something he was a little new too. "However, only study for an hour or two a night. That way you don't stress yourself or become overwhelmed."

Looking straight at the target he pulled on the bow, creating tension, and then let it go. The arrow that had been on top hit the ring outside of the bullseye, whether the one that had been below it hit the line that divided the two. He was getting the hang of the double arrows, and hopefully he could try three soon. But getting eager about it wasn't going to help him concentrate. "Or at least it works for me.."