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capitalh2014-05-27 06:36 am
bothhavesharpteeth) wrote in capitalh2014-05-27 06:36 am
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and we know the patterns
Who: Natalie Rushman (or Natasha), Clint Barton and YOU
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What:Natasha is scoping out a target. Natalie is jogging on her day off. It is innocent and not at all suspicious.
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.
There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.
There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What:
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.
There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.
There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.
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He picks up the arrow, now missing its payload, and tolls it between his fingers. "You're a woman, if you had an archer friend pop this out for you, would you be impressed?"
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"Well... I think I'd definitely laugh," she says diplomatically, wandering over to pick up the flowers and offer them to him as well. "Is this part of a plan to ask her out, or are you just shooting things in her general direction and hoping for the best?"
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He wobbles his hand back and forth as an answer. "Not sure yet? Kind of... trying to gauge her interest, I guess." Oh, wait, manners. He has those, sort of! "Uh, I'm Clint, by the way," he adds, offering his hand with a lopsided grin.
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She considers his hand for a moment, oddly bemused, before she shakes it.
"Natalie. You work around here, or do you just like the park?"
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Do normal people not shake hands anymore? Whatever, she seems nice enough, and she's humoring his ridiculousness and hasn't given any indication she wants to like call the cops on him for almost hitting her with his flower arrow.
"Nice to meet you. I, uh." Wow, she didn't recognize him? People didn't always, but once he introduced himself, between the fact that he rarely wore a mask and the archery, people usually put it together. "I live nearby. I've got a range I go to, but I've got a thing about trying to deal with wind and stuff..."
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"I'm sorry, you were raised in a circus? Literally, or metaphorically?"
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Although you never know, sometimes dead doesn't actually mean dead."Literally," Clint admits with a chuckle. "It's totally weird and cliche, but my brother and I ran away from the group home we were in and joined the circus when I was like eight, and that's what I did until I was 20."
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Only a circus boy would go straight for that kind of showmanship when he's just trying to ask a girl out. It's kind of cute.
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