Post by Charlotte Clarie Pace on May 31, 2010 0:14:00 GMT
Charlie was walking down to the archery range, bow in hand, quiver on her back, Foesmasher on her wrist, her shield on around her neck, and if she wasn't armed enough, she looked mad enough to kill. She had gotten in a fight with one of Ares kids, and was now annoyed, mad and just to top it off, she had nothing to do. At all, so her boredum was killing her. She could have headed out to the woods, and hoped there was a monster in there she could fight, or head to the arena and fight with someone else as training, but no, she was heading to the archery range. It was so weird how just having her bow in her hand, ready to fire the arrow calmed her down some. It might have had something to do with the fact that she then thought of her father, and today it was expectationally sunny out, and she was once again glad of who her father was.
Charlie lowered her gaze as she stomped past the cabins, the only cabin she could stand to walk past was Apollo's and Artemis', being twins, and having always wanted a twin, and her father and her aunt, who could she hate the two of them? She didn't mind the children of Zeus, as Zeus was her grandfather. She sighed, and held her head up, knowing she needed to be proud of who she was and who her parentage was. Charlie reached the range that she was so used to, and stood in the position that she was so used to. She drew an arrow out of her quiver on her back, and got ready to fire the arrow. She heard someone behind her, and tried to ignore them, and fired the arrow, narrowly missing the bullseye. "Dammit." She muttered to herself, as she drew out another arrow.
Charlie lowered her gaze as she stomped past the cabins, the only cabin she could stand to walk past was Apollo's and Artemis', being twins, and having always wanted a twin, and her father and her aunt, who could she hate the two of them? She didn't mind the children of Zeus, as Zeus was her grandfather. She sighed, and held her head up, knowing she needed to be proud of who she was and who her parentage was. Charlie reached the range that she was so used to, and stood in the position that she was so used to. She drew an arrow out of her quiver on her back, and got ready to fire the arrow. She heard someone behind her, and tried to ignore them, and fired the arrow, narrowly missing the bullseye. "Dammit." She muttered to herself, as she drew out another arrow.
