Outer Space SUCKS! [immediately after meeting Kara] (Open)

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"I need a bar, a good old-fashioned bar, none of this sports enthusiast or micro-brewery or house music crap. Two pool tables, a dartboard, a jukebox, and I need good liquor." Owen mumbled as he shuffled his way into the sensorium, the scenery complying as he walked behind the bar and looked over the selection.

At least this damn place could get drinks right, even if it's timing to pull people from his world sucked hard.

"Outer space SUCKS." He put a glass down firmly on the bar as he poured himself some whiskey. After knocking back the first drink, he proclaimed it a bit louder, and a bit different. "OUTER SPACE TOTALLY BLOWS!"

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[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen chuckled. "We all gotta start somewhere, kiddo. Come on, try again. I saw your fingers lag when letting go of the dart, and you hit the wings on it."

He held up a hand, opening and closing it sharply. "Once you're ready to let it go, just make a clean break." He stepped away from Billy, having already set his stance and approach, and handed him another dart. "You also tend to do a lot better with your eyes open." He smirks.

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

Billy glared half heartedly at Owen and then focused back on the board. He looked at the dart in his hand and positioned his hand once more. He could so easily just make the dart do what he wanted. But that would be cheating. He didn't like to cheat. He took a deep calm breath, reminded of when Teddy was helping him to control his powers, and with a small smile on his face he threw the dart.

The thud of the dart into the board made him smile and he resisted the urge to jump about. He had almost made it into the bullseyes. Just one ring set away!

"Wow! I almost did it!"

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen smiled. "See? Not so hard. Just gotta practice, and learn to take some joy in it. Really, I love target practice, but I could never stand keeping up with the scoring for it. Closer or further from the bullseye is as much as I care about."

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

Billy had to admit, Owen was a good teacher. If not one of his weirder one. But after hanging around Clint Barton and Spider-Man.. it couldn't really get worse.

"There should be a club or something on board. 'Those who love to throw things at stuff'. Okay so I shouldn't ever name anything. But I figure calling it an archer's club wouldn't work for you. Considering you're called Captain Boomerang."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen laughs easily at that one. "Y'know, there is a catch-all known as 'marksmen'." He winks teasingly at Billy, ruffling his hair.

[madebymagic.livejournal.com]

He frowns a bit, he didn't like being treated like a little kid. So he couldn't be blamed for the slight shock Owen got from that.

"Right. Marksmen. But it can't be 'men' because the archer I know's a girl. So it's be markspeople. Which doesn't sound right."