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Chapter 15: I have no fucking idea, I'm way too lazy to think of one.
I walk up to the orange cone and take a deep breath. I look down the arrow and aim it just above the center of the target. I hold it up, my right arm perfectly straight and my left bent, but parallel to the ground. I keep my eye about a full inch-and-a-half from the arrow, so as not to get the feathers in my eyes.
I release. The arrow flies into the dead center of the target. I quickly aim and shoot four more. One goes right next to the first, the other three on bulls ring. I'm losing my edge.
"Hey, Ginge? You okay?" Mem asks. I sigh and nod. I walk up to the target and retrieve my arrows. "Yeah, I'm just kinda distracted..." I tell her.
"Well then get focused. You do know we're getting scored on this, right?" Mem says.
"Yes."
"And you know that if we don't get at least six more bulls-eyes, we have to come back tomorrow, right?"
"Yes."
"Then pay attention and shot straight!" She says. I sigh. "Yeah okay." I say. I grab some more arrows out of my pouch. I'm about to release the first one when a gunshot startles me and the arrow misses the target completely. I look to my right.
"Liz?" I say to the tall brown-haired girl. She turns to me and adjusts her hat. "Oh, hey Ginger! Didn't recognize you at first with that tight shirt on and your hair up!" She says. I smile. It's true, I changed clothes into something that wouldn't screw up my aim before coming here. Now I'm wearing skinny jeans, a purple sleeveless top, and my hair is pulled up into loose pigtails.
"Yeah, the other one would have messed up my shots." I say.
"So are you guys like, death weapons now?" I ask her. She shrugs. "I don't actually know, it's kind of complicated. Kid really only wants to use us, cause of his thing with symmetry and all, but we're still not official death weapons." She says.
"Oh. So hows Kid, anyway?" I ask her. "He's doing better. The first couple of days, he was all depressed and stuff, but now he's kind of okay." She says. "Oh, well that's good." I say.
Liz nods, holds up a silver gun, probably Patty, aims, and shoots at the target several times. All of them hit in the center, tearing small holes in the covering for the target. I sigh and pull back another arrow.
"Hey, Ginger!" Kana says. I'm about to release the arrow by accident, but then I catch myself and re-aim.
"Ugh, anyone else want to scare the living fudge outta me before I shoot?" I say sarcastically out loud. Liz turns to me.
"Huh? What do you mean? I'm the only other one here..." She says, looking around. I follow her glance. I guess there just aren't that many long ranged weapons.
"Meh... never mind..." I grumble. "What's up, Kana?" I think. She waits about thirty seconds before responding.
"Oh, I was just wondering... that Mem girl is a bow and arrow, right?" She asks. I mentally nod. "Yeah, why?" I ask.
"Umm, I was, uh... wondering if I, umm... you know... I kind of wanted to, erm..."
"Do you want to try it out?" I ask her. She inhales sharply. "Umm, yes please! Before I died, I used to do archery with my brothers all the time! I haven't shot a bow and arrow in years! I would just love it if you would be so kins as to give me a try!" She says excitedly.
"Alright, but only if you promise to work on that accent thing. It's starting to get on my nerves..." I tell her.
"Yes, of course! I mean, uh, yeah... sure, whatever..." She says. I laugh and let her take control of me. She pulls back the arrow, her arms shaking slightly.
"Hey, you okay Ginge? You're shaking me..." Mem says.
"Oh, umm, yes, I'm alright... no need to worry..." Kana says, sounding like me. Mem's reflection appears in the bow.
"Dude, what's with the accent? You goin' all proper on me?" She says. Kana blinks.
"Oh! I mean, no way! I'm totally rad, bro! Heh, heh?" She says in a failed attempt at imitating my talking style. I face-palm. I need to teach her some stuff... she's making me seem like a cliche surfer guy.
"You're starting to freak me out... just shoot the target, okay?" Mem says, disappearing from the shaft. Kana nods my head and pulls the arrow back again. Liz shoots the target a couple times, still hitting dead center.
"Umm, sure!" Kana says. She pulls the arrow back a little farther and looks down it.
"Don't get too close, I don't want you to blind me..." I say softly to her, concentrating way too much on her. She blinks and pulls her head away from the arrow a few inches.
"Good. Now make sure your arms are parallel with the ground. And your feet have to be shoulder-width apart..." I continue. She straightens my arms and spreads my feet out a bit.
"Now, you see those numbers and lines there on the shaft?" I say to her. "Yes." She thinks to me.
"Try to aim it so the line with the 'three' next to it lines up with the center f the target. At least, that should work, that's where I usually aim it..." I say. She adjusts the aim.
"Aww, just shoot it for cryin' out loud!" Mem says. Kana gulps and releases the arrow. It hits the third ring from the center.
"Ugh, what is up with you today? We only have ten more minutes to hit the middle six times! At this rate, we'll barely even get two!" Mem complains. I take my body back over.
"Nice job, Kana! That's great! We'll try again next time, okay?" I think cheerily. Kana swallows. "But that girl said it was horrible!" She says. I laugh.
"Nah, she still thinks it's me, remember? Plus, she's kind of a bad egg." I say. Kana laughs nervously. "Oh, umm, haha! Alright..." She says. I pull back another arrow and try to focus on the target. I wait until Liz has taken a few shots to release the arrow. It flies into the middle effortlessly.
"Thank you..." Mem says. I ignore her and keep shooting. I continue to hit either the center or the outside of the center. Twelve bull's eyes. That's double the amount I was supposed to get.
"Happy?" I ask Mem. By now, Liz and Patty have switched and Patty's shooting crazily and giggling evilly. I wait until she's done to go retrieve the arrows. I put them in the pouch and Mem transforms back.
"Better. But you should have started out like that." She says. I roll my eyes. "Whatever. See ya, Patty!" I call to her. She looks to me, then waves. "Bye Ginger! Oh, and Mem!" She says. I laugh and walk out of the room, Mem following.
"That was alright, compared to your usual performance. I'll be expecting to see you on Thursday, don't be late again." Stein says as we step into the observation room. I nod, sticking my hands in the back pockets of my skinny jeans. "Okey-dokey. Anything else?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "Nope. You may go back to your cabin now." He says. I lead Mem out the back door.
We step out into the hallway. Through the window, I can still see Patty shooting at the target. Despite her reckless shooting, her aim seems to be spot on. Mem and I walk down the long, wide hallway and I stop by the window that shows the close combat room. I see a couple kids slicing and pounding at dummies covered in steel mesh, probably so that they can withstand the force of the attacks.
I see two dusty blonde pigtails jump in the air and bring a certain black and red scythe down on a dummy. It looks like it's about to split in half. Poor thing, it never did anything to deserve to be Maka and Soul's practice dummy. But then again, dummies don't have feelings, so I honestly can't feel bad for it. But I definitely wouldn't want to be in it's place.
"Hey, it's Tommi and Alex," Mem says, walking up and standing next to me. I turn my head and see a familiar blue stripe whizz past a different dummy, her blue clothing whipping around with every movement.
"She's definitely improving." I say as Tommi hooks Alex around a dummy that's not covered in the mesh. She yanks it, and the head comes flying off. She catches it with her right hand and lets it fall. She starts bouncing it up with her knees playfully. After a bit, she looks down at the curved double-ended blade in her hand, laughs and kicks it to the other side of the room, right into a trashcan and just missing an unsuspecting student's face. Tommi used to play soccer, in case you didn't know.
"In skill, yes. In concentration, no." Mem says. I chuckle and lean against the railing. "I wonder if anybody else we know is in there..." I say, looking around the rest of the room. I can't recognize any other faces, though.
"Hmm. Oh, well. Should we head back to the cabin?" I ask, turning to Mem. She shrugs. "Sure." She walks off, me right behind her.
AN: Alright, the next few chapters are going to be a little laid back. But I promise it'll get better soon! Okay? Okay! Remember, first reviewer gets a cookie and a hug!
Ginger: Better how?
Mem: I don't know.
Tommi: Does that mean there's gonna be more fights or whatever?
Alex: Maybe.
Ginger: Yeah, cause I was gonna say, I seriously doubt that the Uprising thinks we're all, you know, dead.
Soul: Eh. It's taken them long enough to do anything else anyway.
Alex: It's not exactly a good thing that they're going to attack.
Ginger: So? I'm starting to get bored!