thecapitol | [OPEN]

Who| Kurt Hummel and YOU.
What| Kurt is blowing off some stream and trying to practice using a bow, perhaps in vain. Come bug him.
Where| The training center.
When| Earlier in the day.

[He's getting better at this, he thinks.

Or he wants to believe that, anyway. His arrows never fly straight, and half the time his wrist cramps up and he can't let them fly at all. Still, he wants to get good at this so badly. There's no way he'll use a knife or a spear or something that would require him to feel someone die, feel their blood spill, not if he can help it. No, this is better, distance is better, even if this is so impractical and he feels like giving up a little more every time an arrow bounces limply off the opposite wall.

If there's any skill he's always been good at, it's perseverance. And there's no way he's going to stand around and wait to die like Eponine had suggested. He doesn't want to kill people, but he has to survive. It doesn't take a genius to do the math.]

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Huh...kinda anticlimatic ain't it?

[The voice seems to come out of no where. When he looks around there's no one in sight, till she whistles and he looks up to see Harley Quinn, quickly becoming an infamous tribute for their shared district. She was in short shorts and a sports bra as opposed to the sort of training clothes they tried to encourage in the center and was enjoying the net of climbing ropes that were strung up high above the ground.]

[He frowns at her, unimpressed and a little embarrassed.]

I wasn't under the impression that I was putting on a show.

[she grins cheekily and wags a finger]

Don't be silly, we're always on camera putting on a show around here.

[she swings lazily by her legs hooked into the netting]

But arrows just aren't as much fun if they don't explode or at least pop open with nets or boxing gloves or something fun like that.

[He prefers not to think about that, Harley. A sigh.]

I think I'll try and get used to the regular kind first, thanks.

Naw, they wouldn't let us have explosives anyway.

[dripping with sarcasm]

I can't imagine why

[He sighs.]

Is there something I can help you with, Ms. Harley?

I dunno, maybe.

[She's about halfway to the ground now and drops flipping about in the air and landing on her feet lightly. She throws her hands out in a pose of victory.]

What are ya good at?

Oh-- Bravo!

[He claps for her, impressed by the acrobatics.]

And I, well-- I'm a talented stage performer, as I've told you before. But as I've learned, these arenas aren't won by a song and dance number.

[She bows to the applause]

No...no they're not but it can help.

[She skips over to the table and scoops up a pair of knifes shouting at one of the attendants]

Hey! Can I get a little music in here?

[The attendant does not move]

Yeah thanks.

[She rolls her eyes but starts moving in slow graceful motions, alot like ballet. For her usual manic jerking around and springing about like a rabbit she's surprisingly good at her muscle control.]

It's all about flowing with and around the attack.

[Her voice is softer now, almost sane]

Go ahead, dare you to shoot at me.

Wow.

[He just watches in awe for a while until he realizes that he's supposed to be doing something. Aiming carefully, he points the bow at her then calls out:]

Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you!

[she just laughs]

Even if you did hit me, I doubt you'd hurt me.

[He still looks terribly unsure, but it's like everyone has been telling him-- It doesn't matter how well he holds the bow or how skilled he is at hitting targets. Out in the arena, it's going to be about hitting people. Real live people, and he has to get used to that.

So he pulls back an arrow and shoots. A moment later he lets out a shriek, terrified that he hit her.]

[The arrow flies near silent and Harley seems to glide to the side letting the arrow miss her hip by half a foot.]

That all you got community theater?

[ a playful smile to show she's being affectionate]

[Community theater? Freaked out as he is, that's still a low blow. Hr frowns and aims another shot.]

I-- I really don't want to hurt you! And I'm Broadway bound, thank you very much! [He fires, with a little more accuracy this time.]

[Another dodge, this time she even slows down so he can watch how she turns what would be a simple dance step into a stylish dodge.]

When you're on stage it's important to know where everything is. What the timing is. You have to be hyper aware.

[Skipping over to the medicine balls she gives one a solid push sending it rolling for Kurt's legs. Of all the weapons she's chosen it's not the fastest but it'll do.]

I-- I know! [He shrieks as the medicine ball comes rolling at him, and jumps to the side with a surprising amount of grace.]

A-are you crazy?

She put her hands on her hips and laughed out loud.

"Why yes, yes I am! Thanks for noticing!"

She took a defensive stance and flicked her fingers in the international signal for "bring it on"

[Licking his lips, he aims the arrow at her shoulder this time. If by some miraculous chance he does hit her, he'd prefer to injure her someplace that isn't vital.

He pulls back the arrow and fires, with more precision this time.]

Ole'!

[this time she slices the arrow in half as it passes.]

Getting closer! Remember aim for where I'm gonna be instead of where I am!

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