Stranded RP **ONLY 2 SPOTS LEFT**

[Toro]

(oh...)

Cassie heard Bai and continued walking, more slowly though. She waited for her to catch up. "Why did she do that?" she asked hiccuping.

 

[jallny]

"Because she didnt want you 'lying' to her" Bai said. "Im so sorry"

 

[Toro]

"No its fine!! I just miss Helen, especially now. She'll probably come around." she wiped her nose on her sleeve.

 

[Toro]

(i have to eat dinner so bye for now)

 

[jallny]

"I doubt it"Bai said.

Mai climbed a tree, then jumped to another, then another, until she could see Bai and Cassie. She broke off a branch, enough to make a few arrows. She sat down on the branch and started carving.

 

[HCFarms96]

Kylie sat in her tiny, crude house listening to all of the commotion. She felt terrible for Cassie and Bai, and began playing a slow, sad song on her scratched-up guitar that had somehow survived the crash.

 

[TechnoCat]

Jaiquill fastened an arrow into the whisker biscuits of her, formally a recurve, compound bow. Fixing the trigger around her wrist, she closed it around the loop on the string of the bow, and lifted her arm. She was completely still, watching her target, around 150 yards away. Drawing in a deep breath, she drew her arm back, pulling the string with her, the spokes turning, in full draw. She fixed the string on the very tip of her nose, a black piece at the very corner of her lips. She drew in another deep breath, and grew entirely still. Jaiquill looked through her peephole to look at her sights. Green, red, yellow, green. She narrowed her eyesight on the very tip of her training broadhead, in which the tip had been filed down. Her vision traveled from the arrow to the target, anticipating where it would land once she let go of that trigger. Jaiquill breathed for a moment, and then at the end of her exhale, she raised one finger and pressed. The trigger opened up, sending the arrow flying from its holster in the whisker biscuits. The pletchings of the arrow brushed the whisker biscuits as it sliced through the air, landing neatly in the very center of her target, had taking only 1.7 seconds to fly from the bow to the target.

 

[jallny]

(1.7, very precise, LOL)

 

[TechnoCat]

(( That's my name, precise is my game.

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[jallny]

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