[Open] There's no future in this

[waschozon]

Who| Samus Aran and OPEN!
What| Samus sets up camp in the training center
Where| Training center, gymnasium proper
When| Day of her arrival
Warnings/Notes| None, maybe language

Another arrow clipped the side of the target and joined the scatter that had either gone too high, too low, or just awry. Frustrated, she strung another arrow, this one falling too short, landing below the outer rings of the target. Arrows pierced the outer rings just about everywhere except where she was aiming. Samus Aran was not going to be winning any archery competitions.

Frustrated, she audibly let out a half-sigh-half-grunt. It's a bit more dramatic that she normally would be, only because she thought she was alone in the gymnasium. She moved closer to the target; perhaps it would be better to start slowly (a foreign concept for this teenager). However, when she was ready to shoot, her arrow fell diagonally off her finger and was launched into the ground where it split apart.

That set her off, and she chucked her bow away from her with surprising strength. Amusingly enough (though not to Samus who was much to frustrated to find hilarity in this situation), the bow whizzed through the air and made contact with the target, tipping it over and sending it skidding back several feet on the floor.

Exasperated, she yelled to no one in particular "Why can't I just have my suit?!"

Comments

[celebrityskinned]

"I don't. My suit chafes." Venus raises an eyebrow, wondering if Samus is someone like her. She's never met anyone else like that, but if this world is pulling people in and giving them new bodies, she guesses it makes sense that they'd have that technology from multiple cases.

She jumps up on a rope ladder and climbs up a few rungs. "Why so bitchy?"

[waschozon]

"I don't like to play games." Samus huffs quietly, crossing her arms with arrows still in hand.

[celebrityskinned]

"This isn't a game," Venus says, suddenly serious. "It's a career."