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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

More new arrivals but her business was elsewhere, and she figured she would be meeting them soon enough anyway.

The Sensoriums were set to look like Central Park as a pleasant spring day. Gentle breeze blowing while Kate lined up her shots toward the targets 50 feet away. It was very nice and pretty. A nice contrast from the ugliness of late. She had been feeling so mixed lately. Between being angry at Paco, nervous about Brenda's arrival, and then that whole last moment as the Yeerk died, it's been a very confusing time mentally and emotionally. She took her shots.

Still off. She went to go fetch her arrows, but then paused before find a place near a tree to slump down. She drew her knees up to her chin, and set her bow on the ground by her. She then lowered her head face down, and drew in slow shuddering breaths. She wasn't crying at the moment, but only because she wasn't sure how to feel at the moment.

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[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

And he was down...again. Only, this time he was in no rush to get up. Sawyer had just gotten knocked on his @$$ by a seventeen-year old girl. And it wasn't entirely because he'd 'let' her...although whether he would admit that was debatable.

"Woooooooo-WEE!" he hooted, followed by a deep-belly chuckle. "How ya feel?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate panted, and wavered on her feet. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and the crash from it along with the alcohol nearly made her fall over to pass out.

"Ooog.... ok I think? Next sparring? No drinks." She wavered again, and fell over on the ground. Still awake, but clearly tired.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Next time?" Sawyer repeated, still laying flat on his back with his arms stretched out perpendicular to his body. "Sorry, Robin Hood, there ain't gonna be no next time."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"That works too," she wearily replied, still laying on the grass with her blue eyes closing.