Sunday Funday

[Callie Montgomery]

It had been a week or so since she had visited the lake. She had a goal in mind and she was determined to accomplish it no matter how long it took. The mental break was well needed, but the separation from the lake had been difficult.

It was a beautiful autumn day, the skies were blue, the trees were a variety of colors, and every time the wind blew Callie couldn’t help but to take in a deep breath of the crisp air. She had done her hair in one of her signature messy side braids, and had decided on wearing her cowgirl hat and boots today. She tied the front of her red flannel shirt and placed her pocket cam in her back pocket. She was glad to be returning to the lake. Even though it had only been a week, it felt likes months. Yes, she had been down to the stables, and around the grounds. But she had avoid the lake because she knew if she went, she would jump right back into her project and she knew that her mind wasn’t ready for it. Today was a different story.

Being the morning person that she was Callie had been out by the lake well before the sun rose. It was Sunday, and she knew that most of the students would probably be sleeping way past noon. Lazy Sunday as daddy would always say. But for Callie, no day was a lazy day. She was always up before dawn even if she hadn’t gone to bed well past two in the morning. There were even some occasions that she would be up so late, that there was no point in her going to be because it would only be an hour worth of sleep at best.

Callie had watch the sun rise over the lake in peace. No one was around to disturb one of the most beautiful moments in a day. Her pocket cam was in hand of course, wanting to capture every moment she could. She had taken a seat in her spot against a rock by the corner of the lake. As the morning went on she had carefully filmed bits and pieces of her surroundings. Her shades were interfering with the clarity in which she saw everything, she had placed them on the ground next to her.

She was mesmerized by everything. As the day went on there were a few people here and there who came through, but most didn’t stay long. She’d smile and wave at who ever came, but was more focused on her project. It was so close to completion.

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Tag: Richard Buckles

[Richard Buckles]

Richard was returning back from his long weekend survival training camp out. He wondered if next time he should leave the tent and see what comes. Though as it was getting to be late fall camping would have to wait till next spring a bit more. He was chewing on some the meat he had cooked after his last hunting excursion. He was right that this was good practice for both his ability and his skills.

He was just finish off what he had to eat on his way to the lake then after stopping over at the lake he would head back to the dorm. He was rather grimy feeling after a few days of no bathing and the woods but it was nothing he was unused to. The trip gave him some time to reflect and decide what to do about his family and the truth. He was raised to not lie but then he wasn't sure how they would take the news.

Part of him wanted to tell them A vague version of the truth and just say he had unique skills and was put into a unique training program. Which while true would mean he was hiding something which he did not want to do. Especially with his mother he would feel guilty not being totally honest. Was why he stopped trying to lie after a certain age cause she was so loving that it made him get all guilty of he deceived her.

It as a crisp fall day for certain but nothing that he wasn't used to by any stretch. Minnesota was not known for its mild winters after all, I fact the winters around here should be easier since there won't be near the snow without the great lakes around. Though that didn't mean he didn't miss home. He was in a pair of jeans and long sleeved green and black flannel shirt and regular tennis shoes. He didn't want to give himself any sort of extra protect except the bare things he would have.

On his pants was a sheathed Kabar knife and had a backpack on with a long relatively straight piece of a tree. Some of it had been sliced so it would be straighter and one end pointed a bit with red stains. He had come from the direction of the woods and had t really thought about how he might look as he wasn't to concerned.

Though his mind came back to that red headed hippie giving him a hard time for hunting. That just annoyed him to no end the whole weekend. The PETA types always just acted like hunters are terrible people, luckily he didn't have to put up with that to often back home. Hopefully it would not be a big problem here either.

It was warmer now than when he woke at least, something most people don't think about missing is tap water. Of all the things he had to deal with when doing this was not having clean water. He could taste the oddness of water straight out of the source but better a bad taste than going without any drink.

He spotted what some might depict as a typical farm girl but to Richard just made him think of home. She was a fairly pretty girl though no denying that. He wondered what Elsa would ever if she caught his thoughts checking out another girl. Thing to worry about for sure as its not like you could help looking at someone who was attractive and not think on gut reaction 'she's hot'.

He wondered if she was a student at the school or not as this was a more public are she could have been a civilian. He moved up to the waters edge a good 20 feet down from her "Hi there. Surprised with the weather turning so cool to see someone else relaxing out here by the lake." he said bluntly. He leaned down and pick up a small rock and rubbed it absent mindedly with his thumb as it rested on his palm.

[Callie Montgomery]

The way the lake looked as the sunlight grazed over the surface of the water. It glistened with each ripple that was made. It shimmered as though there was tiny crystals covering the entire surface of the lake. Callie was lost in her senses. For what seemed like ten minutes she had her full attention and camera focused on a tree not too far in the distance. More specifically she was observing one yellow leaf on a branch from the tree. Her blue eyes remained hooked on the leaf. It wasn’t fully yellow yet. It looked like the yellow was slowly scaring the green away. Like an infection slowly taking over a person’s body. It would gradually take over the entire leaf, but as of now, it was only about halfway there. As each gust of wind made its way through the surrounding woods, the dying leaf would move along. It was dancing, the wind was its partner taking the lead and controlling each move the leaf made. The blonde simply watched in awe.

Her hand was steady, making sure not to move the camera much. She had it zoomed in slightly to the branch in which the transitioning leaf was on. Everything around her had seemed to disappear. It was as though there was nothing else around, just her and a leaf. Her mind was silent. She was fully captured by the leaf. She wanted to learn everything she could about it. She wanted to be about to perfectly replicate it in her mind. The edges, the colors, the way it moved in the wind, everything. She needed to be the leaf.

Naturally, Callie had lost track of the time. It didn’t matter to her, but she knew eventually that she would need to head back to eat at the very least. She came to the lake ill prepared. Normally she would have packed herself some snacks and maybe even lunch. But as she wanted to get out here before the sun rise food was the very last thing on her mind.

The student was snapped from her connection with the leaf when she heard someone speaking to her. Her blue eyes reluctantly moved from the leaf to the boy who had now captured her attention. Not at all upset by the disturbance she offered a warm smile, “I’m surprised myself. I don’t like the cold very much.” Her southern accent present as she spoke. “But I ain’t relaxin’ much that's for sure.” It was hard to say, yes in a way she was relaxing, but her mind was most focused on the task she had mad for herself. Her body could relax, but her mind would need a break soon. Perhaps this might be the pause she needed.

Her pocket cam was still in hand, but now she turned it to face the boy. Her blue eyes scanned his entire body, toe to head. She watched him as he rubbed the rock in his hand. She made a note of his knife and backpack, and what seemed to be a stick? Her face remained light, smile still present. She took a long look at the boy one more time, then proceeded to observe the features of his face. “You just come back from a hike or somethin’?” She titled her head slightly. Curious to this one’s story.

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Tag: Richard Buckles

[Richard Buckles]

Richard rolled his head to the side and gripped his chin and twisted it for a popping then did the same the other direction. He hadn't realized he was interrupting something as he bumbled his way into a conversation start with Callie. Then again he had no way to know she wasn't taken more than quick couple of photos. He certainly did not have one bit the artistic view that she had following that one leaf like it was a living thing that deserved such a devoted amount of attention.

"Oh I dunno isn't to cold yet. But then again I am from just a couple states to the east so I am pretty used to this. I like it a bit frosty out." he said as he tossed the rock in hand back and forth between his hands. He then took a steep and whipped throw of his arm into the rock. If she was looking at all she would have seen it skip out a good dozen times before plummeting into the chilled waters. "Oh I saw you were taking some picture right? Seems like a relaxing way to pass such a nice autumn day to me."

He laughed shaking his head "Not exactly. I was out camping." he said as he pulled the stick out. It had obviously been stripped to being straight with some cutting and had pointed tips on either end "Did some hunting while I was out in the woods too." he said looking at the wooden javelin "Suppose I should get rid of this since I wont need it back at school hmmm?" he said more thinking out loud. He contemplated just sticking it in the ground or taking a distance shove to see how far he could get it in the water.

[Callie Montgomery]

Callie’s blue eyes flickered watching the boy as he cracked his neck. She let out a soft giggle. “Ya I ain’t really lookin’ forward to the cold an’ all.” It was something that growing up down south she had been fortunate enough not have to experience it. It was quite interesting when she saw snow for the first time when she got sent up to Montana. That was an image she had sketched in her memory. She moved her free hand, gesturing to herself. “Don’t get me wrong I love bein’ outside and I’m fascinated by the winter and such. I just don’t like being cold as much.” She clarified. Most people she knew who loved the outdoors loved everything about it. She did too. Just minus being cold.

His comment about living a few states over piqued her curiosity. “Where you from?” She drawled. Her accent tended to fluctuate on thickness depending on how excited she was or what specifically she was saying. Her eyes didn’t stop moving, taking in everything she could see on the boy. They instantly followed the rock that he’d been playing with in his hands. She watched as it skipped across the lake, creating ripples as it went along. It was fascinating how well he had done that. She looked back up at him. Unfortunately she was too slow for her pocket cam to have captured that. Nevertheless, she kept it focused on him.

“Recording actually. It’s my mini pocket cam.” Her eyes momentarily glanced over the tiny screen, checking that she had him in focus. “It can be relaxin’ but it ain’t cause I’m focusin’ on it too hard.” There was a purpose to her recording everything. She couldn’t wait to get back to her room and upload everything on to her laptop. There was still much more to record today, however.

The blonde’s blue eyes lit up. Her teeth made an appearance as her smile spread across her face. “Oh campin’! I love campin’. Haven’t done it since I’ve been ‘ere though.” Her accent was thick as she spoke. She was never self-conscious about it, but she’d sometimes laugh at herself if she noticed it getting thick. There were times when she’d try to copy the way some people spoke here. It was sometimes challenging.

“Oh yeah? You ain’t a trophy hunter are ya?” Her eyes followed the stick. It looked more like a spear than anything. Definitely had be used too. She let out another giggle as she steadied her hand some more. “I’d keep it if I were you. It looks like it’d come in handy. I’d leave it somewhere out here for next time. But that’s just me.” She suggested with a shrug. He was an interesting one. Her eyes narrowed onto his jaw and watched closely as it moved with each word he spoke. Her camcorder was zoomed out recording his entire body.

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Tag: Richard Buckles

[Richard Buckles]

"Oh I love the crisp cool air. Of course not as much moisture in it this way so even nicer." he said noticing her little giggle as he popped his neck. He didn't know why but he thought it was cute none the less. He smiled back at her as her cheerful disposition was a tad infectious to him. He was a bit tired and grungy but didn't mean he was in a foul mood at all.

"The great outdoors are called that not just because of their expanse. Enjoy nature in its untarnished glory myself." he responded. "Oh I am from Minnesota originally." He was paying her attention but just not keeping his eyes on her the whole time. He had taken some time to reflect in the woods on things. Of course staring out at the lake was ever so peaceful. He picked up another stone as he moved around. He didn't even realize how he was throwing it but he did find it comforting even with his power enacting.

"Oh so I am on camera now?" he asked her as he looked her direction now as he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wouldn't protest it but he felt a little more self conscious about the situation. He nodded just like being outdoors could be but he certainly didn't enjoy himself relaxingly this weekend. He jumped a little as she shouted in excitement "Well it is a lot of fun for sure." he replied as he did enjoy camping though he wondered if she would like his version of camping though.

"Well I don't think there is much point in hunting something you don't end up eating." he said shrugging. "Trophy hunting peh that's just something stupid rich people do who have no respect for the actual act of hunting." He said this reminded of something Elsa said about her parents. He shook his head at the notion of hunting just to hunt with no end purpose other than killing an animal.

"Well just take a few minutes to carve up another plus I have a feeling it wont hold up well for the next time I camp as it wont be till after winter." he said then as he looked over the horizon. He stepped back a bit from the lake "Plus I was thinking of trying for a good distance throw just to see for fun ya know?" he asked her. He took a small charging approach then chucked the piece as best he could. When the release occurred the stick soared through the air. Coming down in a steep arc and splashing down with some force due to moment. It made it a bit more than 200 feet that suddenly made Richard curious what the world record for a javelin through would be. And how much farther could he get it with his power if it was a more balanced and proper tool. He did enjoy pushing himself in every way as it meant an obstacle to over come.

[Callie Montgomery]

The blonde was still and quiet as the boy spoke. Her hand was steady, making sure the camera didn’t move much. It was easier when she had a bigger target to focus on. The more she would zoom in the harder it was to keep it steady, the tiniest tremble would make it look like there was a giant earthquake on camera. Her blue eyes moved slowly, watching carefully as she traced his jaw line, than began moving her way up his face.

Her smile remained, soft and warm. A spark flashed in her eyes when he mentioned Minnesota. “Minnesota?! What’s that like?” She asked, accent heavy. It was one of the things she loved about this school. There were so many people from all over the place. Like her roommate, who was from Scotland.

She titled her head slightly when he looked away. He seemed to be admire his surrounds, and who could blame him? They were beautiful. She watched closely, and took note of his profile. Mostly focusing on his ears. When he looked back she caught his eyes. There was always something to be said about a person’s eyes. Some people said they are the entrance to the person’s soul. She wasn’t too sure about that one. But they could definitely reveal a lot about a person.

Head still cocked, she raised an eyebrow and gave a cheeky smile. “You are on camera. Say hello!” She knew that some people weren’t a fan of being recorded, but she didn’t really care. Plus she had never had a problem so far. He seemed to be okay with it. Her smiled remained as she listened to him talk about camping and such. Perhaps that would be her next adventure.

The next thing to come out of his mouth somewhat surprised her. But she was happier to hear it than anything. As she was a full supporter of respecting animals. Senseless killing just to boast and brag and display your kill irked her. What did it show? That you had a weapon as opposed to a somewhat defenseless animal. If it was just a person and an animal, who would really come out victorious. As much as she was opposed to eating animals, she could fully understand the need to eat one if it came down to survival, and even then. It should still be respectfully done. As painless and as quick as possible.

She couldn’t help but think of all the animals back home that were religiously sent to their own death. Her pets, her family. It was saddening. Her eyes averted from the boy momentarily. Looking back, her smile went unchanged as she gave another giggle. “Well then. That’s sumthin’ we both agree on then.”

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Tag: Richard Buckles

[Richard Buckles]

Richard looked over peakingly at her as she kept the camera trained onto him. He still wasn't sure about being on camera as he didn't want to make a fool of himself for anyone to see. Not that he minded enough to tell her to stop though. "Well I come from this small town called Sylvan. Its pretty nice there. Grew up on a farm a few miles out of town." he started getting into a bit more depth since she cued him up to that end.

"Lived only couple hours out from Minneapolis. Used to run to the big city for special things. I remember last birthday I had there too. Was back in March mom was about in tears cause she knew it was my 18th and that I was getting shipped off to the Marines in a few months." it was like once the ball was rolling on home he just ran with it. Getting lost in his memories and nostalgia of it all. The thoughts what everything was like right before he went out to boot camp then then hurranged into the school.

He then absent mindedly threw the second stone he threw. She could see it skipped out over a dozen times again. He looked down at the ripples in the water. First time anyone really asked about his past. Sure people were curious but once they heard the basics they moved on while she pressed to know more. He did miss home and he did miss the idea of being a Marine. But at the same time he was forging a life here, an identity that was something unlike what his life plan had been.

His gaze was fixed to the water then a sharp inhale sort of snapped him out of a drifting mind set that was caught inside of himself. He then shook his head "Sorry I got a little talkative there." he said as he wasn't one to avoid speaking but he usually didn't talk all that much in one go. He was a young man but he liked structure and order and this place plummeted his life into chaos that was both appealing and still unattractive.

[Callie Montgomery]

Ears perked as she listened intently as he began to speak about his hometown. Her facial expression remained soft and friendly. Her smile was present as always. As he spoke, she forgot she had even had her camera on him. She became entranced by his movements as he spoke so passionately about his home and family. That was what she loved best about a person. Their true self. He was lost in his memories. For Callie it was one of the best places to be, but she knew all too well that for others it could be the worst.

Callie was silent, and awe struck by this boy. He was quite fascinating to her, and the fact that he offered her so much information about himself with little prompt was even better. It just confirmed her suspicions. He was a genuine person. The best kind of person. Her blue eyes were locked on his, so desperate to see what he was seeing in his head. His town, Sylvan. The city, Minneapolis. His mother. She wanted to see it, to know, to understand.

After he finished speaking, she remained quiet for a few moments. Her eyes briefly moved to see the stone, but the returned their focus to his eyes after a few seconds. She was not interested in the rock anymore. Callie slowly put the camera down and turned it off as she placed it in her bag. She stood and took a few steps closer to the boy. Her eyes searching his face. She gave a smile in response to his apology. There was no need for it.

The student extended her hand. “I’m Callie.” She as she titled her head, allowing her side braid to fall forward on her shoulder. “Your hometown sound amazin’. What was the farm like there? I grew up on a ranch myself. In Texas.” Her smile unchanging. She offered a bit of information herself. Sometimes it made it easier for other people to open up if you were open as well. Her mind was racing with so many things to ask him. She restrained herself, she knew being patient was key.

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Tag: Richard Buckles

[Richard Buckles]

Richard looked over at her now and didn't really pay attention to the lack of the camera as he sort of forgot she had it after getting so distracted. He saw how she had come closer and took her hand in his shaking it. "Richard. Pleasure to meet you Callie." he said kindly.

"Oh you know had a few chickens. We also had hogs. We grew corn along with the animals. Though the chickens were just a small clutch as we used them personally for egg laying. Hogs and crops were for selling. Miss those home cooked meals with vegetables out of the garden, animals from the slaughtered house. Things just taste better fresh." he said delving into his memories.

"Things really were always the same. Then my older brothers started going off to college. Got a bit lonely with them gone." he said softly. "Then finally came my turn to get out there in the world. Hit boot camp in California. Was doing pretty good there then things changed again. Suddenly stopped doing pretty good and started doing perfect. That's when they caught wind of me and shipped me off to here." he reached into his pocket and pulled a small piece of metal.

It was a design, some sort of badge that was square. Inside the square was a target like at a range and that was attached to another piece by just a couple small chain links. The top piece was a bit longer and thinner and if she looked she would see it said Rifle Marksman. He let it rest in his palm and his thumb rubbed over it slowly.

[Callie Montgomery]

The blonde shook his hand gently and remained quiet as he began talking again about his home. She started to create her own image in her head, filling in the blank canvas as each word he spoke filled in a blank space. She saw the chickens, the hogs and a vast area for corn. It her head it was beautiful, and comforting. Something like her own home.

Her own memories slowly began replacing the ones she had just created with his words. The mention of home cooked meals almost had her mouth watering. The only difference was her mother had to make a separate plate for her. At first they had all promised they’d stop eating meat along with her. They’d only sell the animals instead of cooking them there, but it was more talk than action. As time went only Callie had caught her parents sneaking in a chicken to cook at night. It was then she had told them that she had appreciate the gesture but she wasn’t going to make them do something they didn’t want to. It should be by choice, not by obligation. Although, it was not easy to be around.

She cleared her thoughts as focus turned back to Richard who was too, reminiscent. Callie titled her head slightly and furrowed her brows at the mention of him being lonely. He had older brothers too. A flash of Austin’s face instantly popped into her head, and then slowly vanished. Her blue eyes went wide at the mention of boot camp and a whole new list of questions flooded her mind. Her eyes remained still, locked on his face. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was happy where he was now. Here, in Montana. Her eyes shifted briefly to look over the item in his hand that he had just pulled out.

“Boot camp huh?” She questioned, pausing to figure out what exactly she wanted to ask next. “You always wanted to be in the army?” Her eyes looked him once over. He seemed like someone who could fit in with that, but she felt there was more. More to him. “What exactly is your power?”

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Tag: Richard Buckles

[Richard Buckles]

His thumb running over the indentations on the metal piece giving a small sigh. Her questions drawing him out of his head once more. "Oh yeah boot camp over in San Diego. It was for the Marines though. I had been mulling it over while in high school then senior year I decided."

Then she asked the common question that came up eventually. He chuckled as he put the metal piece away and picked up a pebble instead. "Well it's an advanced awareness of kinetic energy and calculation they say. Though I don't understand it or physics. I just get the answers." He then picked up a second stone a bit smaller. He looked out on the water then threw the larger and it skipped over the water. His arm recoiled and launched the second one.

The second one bounced faster over the water and after several skips from both they collided out a few feet and sank. "I got lots of little tricks like that I can do. They said I was lucky cause my power was very easy to manage and use compared to some who come through here. This was especially important since I was already so old. Just 18 and getting called old about something. Seems rediculous."

"Part of me keeps wondering if I should tell my family the whole truth and not the partial truth. Feels like I am lying to them when not telling them all of why I am here. I guess most times it would be explained to them if I had still been a minor when the happened. But being an adult it's left to me to decided how to treat this. What about you? Your folks know why you are here?" he asked her back now.

[Callie Montgomery]

Callie couldn’t help but focus on his face. It spoke more words than actually left his mouth. The marines. Impressive. Her curiosity grew as each moment passed. She couldn’t feel like he didn’t really answer her question. Seeing as he seemed to be an open book and had been telling someone who was practically a stranger personal things about him and his life she decided to prod once more. “The marines. That’s quite impressive.” She began, not wanting to seem too pushy. “But what exactly was it that made ya interested?” She asked, re-wording her initial question. There was always a reason for an action, whether people wanted to admit it or not. Whether they were aware of it or not was irrelevant. There was always a reason.

The blonde watched carefully, as her blue eyes were wide filled with curiosity. They followed his movements, wondering if he was about to demonstrate. Her ears listened intently as he explained himself. She watched as he tossed another pebble out into the water. That made sense now.

Another giggle escaped her lips. “You ain’t old.” She reassured him, although she understood what was meant by the comment. “But I get it. I was on the later end of the scale as well. Only had mine for ‘bout a year now.” She said with a smile. She raised an eyebrow and had to keep herself from allowing her mouth to open from shock. “Your parent’s don’t know why you’re here?” She asked partially in disbelief. He had a point. He was older when everything took place, already in the military so his parents didn’t have to be told. Callie couldn’t imagine hiding something that seemed so big from her parents. It made her wonder how close he really was with his family. He left to join the military and he hasn’t told them about something that to be honest is kind of a big deal.

“Ya. My parents know I’m here. When my power uh. What’s the word they use? Uh…manifested my daddy was the victim.” She said, although perhaps victim wasn’t the best word to use…

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Tag: Richard Buckles

[Richard Buckles]

"Being in the Marines would have been the impressive part but that just didn't happen." he said with a small smile trying not to let his feelings on the matter show to much. Besides he couldn't be totally depressed about his situation after all he met such a wonderful woman because of coming here. That is what he called her because despite still being only about the same age as him she had herself so put together like an adult. Far more than he or most people their age did that much was certain.

"Well I wanted to do something to help people and I wanted to go to college. Knew how to shoot for a while now so I figured was a good set up. Lots of people like to treat the military as so terrible just cause they don't like certain politics but I think as a whole they do more good than bad." He was remembering when he decided to do this and the reason the Marine's specifically.

"Oh I am not old but certainly got a few looks and reactions when I told people I just got here and I was 18. Like I was an adult in grade school practically. Especially from a little spitfire of a dust bunny call Demi. Ran into her my first week." He shook his head as she asked about his parents "No they don't really know why I am here. I didn't really lie to them but didn't tell them the whole truth. Told them I was here to go to college and get some special training. Which is very much true I just don't know how to broach the subject of mutants and what not."

He stopped and looked at her with concern as she said victim as if she killed or at least hurt him. "I am sorry to hear that." he said softly as he moved up closer to her and hugs her tightly. His ability was harmless to others unless he wanted to hurt them so he didn't think about what it would be like to have a more violent power.

[Callie Montgomery]

Callie remained still as she listened to him further explain himself. She couldn’t help but keep her smile as he spoke. She felt a bit bad for him being pulled from something he so clearly wanted to do. Perhaps he could go back after his time her. She wasn’t too sure how the whole thing worked really.

Help people. He wanted to help people. Her smile grew even wider at the mention of that. She wanted to help people too. But it seemed as though he had a better plan at achieving that goal than she did at the moment. She’d figure something out…eventually.

“Well that’s a good a reason as any. What made you wanna help folk?” She asked, even more curious now than she originally was. It was always a pleasure when she meat someone who had seemed to have a good a heart as she did. She had learned it wasn’t as common as she previously had thought.

She giggled at the thought of him in grade school. As funny as it seemed, he had a point. She could relate. “I know whatcha mean. I showed up ‘ere when I was sixteen. Most folk have been ‘ere since they were eleven or twelve.” She shrugged, she never really had given it much thought until he mentioned it.

“Ya didn’t technically lie, but I mean purposeful omission is just as bad ain’t it?” She asked, not really wanting to accuse him or anything. She let out another giggle, “Just sit your mama and daddy down and be like listen ‘ere. Your boy is even more special than you originally thought.” She said, struggling to keep a straight face.

Her blue eyes watched him in shock when he went to hug her. She hugged him back, not one to ever turn down a hug. Pulling back she smiled, “Thanks, I ‘preciate it. But I probably should ‘ave used another word.” She said trying to clarify, hoping he didn’t think she was some monster that killed or hurt her daddy. She’d never dare. “Maybe target is better? I ain’t sure. But basically he was the one it happened to. He’s fine, perfectly unharmed. He just went a bit crazy when it happened.” She gave a quick shrug and bit her bottom lip. She started playing with the tips of her hair.

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Tag: Richard Buckles