time to take a stroll

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Who: Quinn + EVERYBODY
Where: The beach
When: June 25
Rating: --
Summary: Quinn announced a beach party on the network. Or just a get together. Bring your own whatever you want to do. Mingle mingle mingle

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[mph]

[ His first thought when he spots the girl with the arrows, keeping to herself and completely covered up, is that there are already two Hawkeyes. There's no room for a third. There's barely room for two. He knows when some people need their space though, and contrary to popular believe he's not entirely disrespectful of that. He leaves her well enough alone until he actually gets bored with present company. He zips up right next to her towards the end of the day, when the wind is stronger and he has a hoodie zipped up. ]

How far do you think you can shoot one of those things?

[stillplaying]

[Her eyes go wide when the boy approaches. She hadn't heard him. Sand isn't like the debris in the forest. But there are still subtle things you could listen for. Breathing, talking, someone displacing a shell as they walk. She startles visibly - something she hates - and almost reaches for an arrow to point at the boy.

But there are other people still here, even if the day is almost over. She had chosen to come to this part of the beach even if, now, she almost regrets that decision. Somehow, she refrains. But she still scowls at him in annoyance.]

Why do you care?

[mph]

[ Her reactions are quick--not speedster quick, but he appreciates anything that isn't the average degree of slow. He's used to being scowled at by rough and tough kids, so he just shrugs. ]

I don't really, I just know someone who uses one of those too. She's here, maybe you met her. Kate Bishop?

[stillplaying]

[Her actions ought to be quicker. If this were a game anything like the Hunger Games, he would have killed her by now. She let her guard down. And she's watched for eighteen years of her life just how deadly that mistake can be.

Her hand still hovers over the grip of her bow, still debating whether or not she ought to notch an arrow. But she continues to refrain and instead, shakes her head. She's seen other archers assemble by some of the targets not too far from here before. Not that she bothered to approach at the time.]

No. I- I don't talk to the other archers.

[mph]

[ She could notch an arrow, but Tommy would just get defensive. Should she let the arrow fly he would just catch it midair. The idea that it could happen doesn't bother him for a second, and he shrugs. ]

Didn't anyone ever tell you to learn to network?

[ he's joking, really. ]

Kate's got some rich girl entitlement going on, but she's really cool anyway. If you change your mind about getting to know people, she's got my vote.

[stillplaying]

[It makes her think of Madge for a second. Rich, the daughter of District 12's mayor. But she never had that sense of entitlement. She had always been Madge. A quiet girl, content to keep Katniss company in the schoolyard. The girl who gave her the Mockingjay pin.

Someone who had eventually died because of her.

It's the reason why now, she won't change her mind. She won't get to know other people. Even other archers.]

I don't talk to anyone.

[mph]

You're talking to me.

[ logic. ]

[stillplaying]

[At that she scowls. It's not as if she meant to talk to this boy. He was the one who had approached her. Who had started a conversation to begin with.

She had been perfectly content standing by the shore alone.]

So?

[mph]

So that means you don't talk to nobody. And that is a double negative.

[stillplaying]

[She scowls once again. He's still not getting it, is he? Acting as if he's giving her a choice in this matter. He's still standing here, isn't he? Still thinking that she wants to engage in conversation.

She never should have come close to the beach party. There are too many people here. Too many people that might some day betray her. If she was stupid enough to let them get close.]

You're the one that started talking to me.

[mph]

[ Oh he gets it, he just doesn't care enough. ]

And you're the one who keeps replying. Pretty sure that makes this a conversation.

[stillplaying]

[He earns yet another scowl at the conversation. It's not as if she's making a conscious choice to reply or not reply. For all she doesn't like social situations, for all she prefers to keep to herself, Katniss does know how to hold a semi-civil conversation.

...most of the time, anyway.]