Archery Surprise! (Cece)

[Astraea Dike]

THUNK!

Raea smiled, she missed that sound. The sound of an arrow hitting it's target smack dab in the middle, a perfect bulls-eye. She pulled another arrow from her quiver and strung it, pulling it back so the red feathers of the arrow touched her mouth. She was about to release it until she quickly turned 90 degrees to her right and shot it at another target, a bit farther away this time.

It sunk into the middle ring of the target, just barely missing the center ring. Raea's eyebrows narrowed a bit, angry at herself. She could make that bulls-eye she could!! She quickly strung another arrow and spun 180 degrees, shooting it high into the air. It flew up and over on of the rafters before falling and sinking into a target angled at the ceiling, missing the center by 4 inches. That the fledgling could live with.

Raea straightened and sighed, satisfied with herself. She checked to make sure the brace on her left arm was secure, keeping her from having nasty bruises whenever her bow string snapped. They didn't hurt for long -thank you fledgling healing abilities- but they still stung. Raea preferred to used wooden bows and arrows, plastic ones were alright but she would rather use what the ancient vampyres and fledglings used, it made her feel more connected to them, more connected to the earth. She trusted her wooden bow more than the plastic one.

She bent down and grabbed her water bottle, quickly squirting some grape flavored Gatorade into her mouth. She wiped her brow with her hand, feeling the slightly raised crescent shape on her forehead. She sometimes wondered if she would make it to the Change, so far she had no visions of her as a vampyre, and no visions of her rejecting the change. She knew her visions worked on her, she'd seen her in them before, maybe Nyx wanted to keep her fate to herself.

She set the bottle down and straitened her dark red t-shirt before reaching to grab another arrow from her quiver, only to find that her brown leather quiver was empty. She sighed, realizing that all of her arrows were in the targets surrounding the rec room. Ahh well, that's what you get for wanted to be good. She walked over to the target closest to her, which was the one facing the ceiling, and started pulling out her arrows, making sure none were broken or damaged before putting them back in her quiver. The ones that were damaged she made sure to set aside so they wouldn't break anymore than they already were.

Once that target was empty she quickly jogged over to the one she was facing at the first time, again pulling out arrows from the target. One arrow was particularly stubborn and she nearly broke it trying to get it out of the target! The prophetess groaned in annoyance at how stuck some of these arrows were. She walked over to the farthest target and continued plucking arrows out, growing more annoyed at how stuck they were.

That's how she practiced. Come angry and nearly destroy the targets, anger satisfied, go to collect arrows, grow angry at said arrows and repeat process all over again. Once she grabbed her last arrow she walked back over to where she started -in the center of them all- and counted the number of broken/damaged ones.

Grand total: 2 broken, 3 damaged, 10 unharmed. She sighed, this was getting a bit ridiculous. Either she had to watch her strength or buy stronger arrows. Stronger arrows seemed like the better option, but they didn't fly as well as these. Raea groaned and put tape around the damaged ones, hoping to save them from anymore destruction so they could be used for another day, and put the broken ones near her water bottle, so she could throw them out later. Astraea stood up and pulled an arrow out of her quiver and placed it on her bow, she held her bow up and pulled the arrow back, ready to let it fly.

Muse: Good
Words: 700 or so

[Cecelia Elizabeth Stone]

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There was also a reason her little girl who was holding onto her other hand was stifling her giggles as the two of them tip-toed around the school, earning stifled giggles and laughs from some of the onlooking students. Cece didn't mind the laughter however, she never really did. She just kept her grin on her face as she and her daughter snuck around (though they were quite easy to spot by passing students and teachers) in search of a special someone. This special someone was Carly's cousin and Cece's niece. Since both mother and daughter recently transferred to the school from the Chicago House of Night, neither of them had seen miss Ginger Greene in a while. In fact, Cece's young niece was the only one in their family who didn't know about the transfer. Cecelia Elizabeth Stone was the Tulsa House of Night's new archery professor on top of being the new school psyhologist. Despite being new, for the most part, Cece already knew her way around. She had been a student here herself once upon a time. It had changed some since she made the change, but the layout of the school was the same it had always been, even if the class locations were different. All the same, Cece kept a firm grasp on her little daughter's hand. She didn't want her little munchkin getting lost after all. Though Cece knew just as well that her baby girl wanted to stick by mommy's side. After all, her little shortie hadn't seen the bigger shortie in a while either. Puffing a breath of air to chase the stray lock of her brown hair that had escaped her messy bun out of her face, her golden brown eyes twinkled with the playful grin on her face. She had checked the courtyards and the pool, and also most of the hallways, and even her niece's room, though her roommate had been the one to get the door. That left the rec hall... unless Ginger was in the “forest”, to which Cece hoped she was not. That would be hell to try and check while still wanting to sneak up on her niece and surprise her. So, that's what Cece was doing. She was tiptoeing as quietly as she could, and getting her daughter to do the same, and peeking into each and every room in the recreation hall. 6 rooms already, and no Gingie in sight, but Cece wasn't going to give up just yet. This was a bit of a challenge on it's own after all! Not to mention in it's own way it was a way of showing her little girl around in a manner that had her amused and paying attention. It probably looked so ridiculous, Cece laughed at the thought. Someone so professionally dressed, sneaking around like she was up to no good, carrying her heels in one hand and tugging a 6 year old giggling girl along with her. Ah, well. It didn't really matter anyways. What mattered was hunting down that niece of hers. But one rec room after the other, no Gingie. She was almost ready to give up when she peeked into a room and found not just archery targets set up around the room with red-feathered arrows sticking out from them, but one Astraea Dike, formerly Ginger Greene, plucking out the arrows. Cece's grin widened. SCORE! After a quiet whisper to her little one about staying very, very quiet, Cece quietly strolled into the room when Ginger had her back to the pair of them. Mother and daughter stayed like that, quietly as they could, following Ginger around as she retrieved all her arrows and repaired what she could. Momentarily glancing at her daughter, she found her little munchkin red-faced from the laughter she was holding in. When Ginger finished her repairs and had a new arrow strung, ready to let it fly, Cece decided she couldn't hold it in anymore and said “My, my. That's a lot of broken arrows in one round, m'dear. You should be more careful, they do cost money after all.” Cece reminded with a smile, her words, Carly's cue that she could let her laugh out now. Her daughter's laugh brought out Cece's own. She smiled at her niece “Surprise, by the way.” She said with a grin, allowing her heels to drop to the floor before stepping into them. Well, at least now she didn't look so silly, walking around bare-footed.[/style]

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[Astraea Dike]

She was all ready to start again, anger wasn't as high as it was earlier but she was still angry just the same. As she was collecting arrows she didn't notice anybody come in, she rarely did when she was doing this. People surprised her whenever she was practicing, usually her friends or boyfri-....ex-boyfriend. Her anger subsided for sadness but she closed her eyes and tried to remember why she was annoyed in the first place. It was hard when he broke up with her for no real reason. Well, she did know the reason, but she kept trying to tell herself that they were still friends, even though he was hiding out in his room. At least she tried to be normal!

Anger and annoyance back, Raea opened her eyes and was ready to let the arrow fly when she heard a voice behind her, followed by a child's laughter.

SNAP!

She let the arrow fly prematurely, but it still stuck into the target, albeit a little farther from the center than what she wanted. She turned around to scold whoever scared her but what she saw was probably the best thing ever. She smiled and dropped her bow, letting it clatter carelessly to the floor. "AUNTIE CECE!!!" Raea squealed and ran, slamming into her aunt for a hug. She wrapped her arms around the vampyre and hugged as tight as she could, a huge smile on her face. She laughed and smiled up at her aunt, realizing she was a bit taller then pretended to be angry. "Stop wearing heels around me I hate feeling like the shrimp...speaking of where's Carly?!" She looked down to the ground and saw her cute baby cousin laughing and giggling. She pulled away from her aunt and picked her cousin up, hugging her as tight as she could without hurting her. "Ohhh look how big you got!!" She kissed her baby cousin's cheek and hugged her tight again.

She put Carly down on the floor and then looked up at her aunt. "Nice surprise, buuut I saw everything in a vision earlier, I knew you were coming just didn't know when." LIIIIEEEEEEE. Big fat boldfaced lie! But, did it show? No, she was very serious looking, and acting, her arms crossed over her chest, smiling like she was the one who had the upper hand. Her aunt could probably tell she was lying though, or she could think that she was telling the truth and pout a bit. Her choice. Either way Miss Ginger wanted to know what her aunt thought about that little 'detail'.

She walked back over to her bow and picked it up, making sure the drop didn't damage it. "My arrows that are broken were already damaged when I was using them, besides Daddy said I could spend my money on whatever I want." Yes her father gave her a credit card, and he didn't mind paying it off either. Sometimes it was very good to be Daddy's Little Princess, other times she loathed it entirely. "So why is my aunt here giving her poor niece a heart attack? Does she not want her to make the Change?" She strung another undamaged arrow and pulled it back. "And try about....three rounds my dear aunt." She said that in the British accent that made Justin flail and let the arrow fly, hitting the target nearly dead center.

She smiled and looked at her aunt, looking at her wardrobe. Skirt, vest, pumps, not good for archery. She smirked. "Why are you dressed like that? Not that it isn't cute but you do know at some point today I'm going to want to have a little friendly competition, right?" She twirled an arrow around her fingers and strung it again, pointing it high into the air. She let it go and it flew over the rafters again and straight down into the target that faced the ceiling. She looked at her aunt and leaned on one leg, brown leather boots over her jeans. If you looked close enough, you could see dirt from the stables, but she only wore these boots for two things. Riding, and archery. She looked at her aunt's pumps again and sighed, why was she wearing those shoes?!

Muse: Babble babble babble babble!!
Comments: Ignore the ending I kinda got a little loopy after cleaning my bathroom....and I want pretty post templates like yours how did you do thaaat?!