Location: Archery Range
Zeke stood on the porch with his sister after eating way too much for breakfast. However, that meant he had energy to work. Zeke clapped his hands and rubbed them together.
”Okay, Nanc. Where to first?” "Aren’t we going to the range? Unless you had something else in mind?” Nancy asked, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.
"So far all of Dobbs’ legends are a bust. The only thing Em and I found when we went looking earlier was overgrowth. So if you wanted to go find some dead cultists or something, we’re out of luck. I am itching to use my cards, though. Maybe they’ll point us in the right direction and this place is something more than just another rundown summer camp waiting to finally be consumed by the woods.””Yes…I just have no idea where that is. I was wondering if we should bring supplies with us if the targets need revamping. I wonder if there is a lawnmower or something, if everything is overgrown,” Zeke said, looking for a garden shed of some kind.
”Why don’t you go get your cards? We could do a pull once we are there. Set the right intention or whatever it is. Maybe find some ghosts while we’re at it,” Zeke said, joking along with his sister.
She laughed a bit, nodding. She didn’t really know where the range was either. And as her brother knew, she could be a bit directionally challenged - there was a reason she didn’t navigate for them on road trips.
"Oh, I am fully assuming the worst,” Nancy admitted.
"If we can even find the range, I doubt much of it is salvageable. If there’s a single bow that doesn’t need restringing and even just one quiver’s worth of arrows, I’ll be thrilled.” At the suggestion to grab her cards, though, Nancy smiled mischeviously, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the thin, well-worn and well-loved deck.
"Got ‘em already. Kinda wanna ask about the newbies with us. Em told me some stuff, but I wanna know what the spirits have to say. Maybe we can ask about Dobbs and if he used to be fun, or if his joy was murdered along with the previous campers.”Zeke snorted.
”Of course you have them.” Zeke picked a direction and started walking, hoping they would come along the range, or at least something they could turn into a range.
”I mean, if you had to deal with teenagers all the time, I’d probably have the joy sucked out of me, too.” Especially if they were all like this group. There were some pretty intense personalities.
Zeke grew silent as they walked.
”Do you think they would have any, I dunno, relationship advice?” Nancy raised an eyebrow.
"You and Demi having problems already? It’s been, what - six minutes? Do I need to kill him?”Zeke laughed and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.
”No, no. Save the killing for another day. It's just… I dunno the first guy I'm dating where everyone knows. I don't want to mess it up, I guess.” Nancy knew all about Zeke's past relationships. The public ones with girls and the not so public ones with the guys. Always on their end and never on his. She was his sounding board and personal counselor. Much like he always tried to be for her.
She studied her brother for a good, long moment. Truthfully, she didn’t know how this was going to go - he’d found a safe little bubble for now, but eventually the world would come as the campers arrived.
"I don’t think you need to worry about messing it up just yet. Maybe try to be happy for a little bit first,” she said.
"Besides, Demi’s the one liable to mess things up. He’s a walking disaster,” she added with a smirk.
It wasn’t long until they stumbled upon the archery range. It was overgrown, littered with gopher holes. The small supply shed wasn’t as underwhelming as Nancy expected - there were bows, at least, but all of them would need to be restrung. And there weren’t any usable targets, not that the range itself was even in good shape for shooting. She sighed slightly.
"Maybe we should’ve gone to prison instead.”Zeke grinned at his sister. She always knew the right thing to say. Once they reached the range Zeke looked around, feeling slightly disheartened. He picked up a stick and tossed it away.
”Hmm. Maybe. Either way I would end up someone's bitch,” Zeke said and laughed before he looked in the storage shed.
”Looks like they have one of those push grass mowers. Do you want to get started on fixing the bows and I'll mow? I think we could gather the grass and fill a couple garbage bags to make targets,” Zeke suggested.
Nancy rolled her eyes. She wasn’t shocked to hear that confirmed by her brother, as much as she didn’t really want to think about it.
"Oh boy, garbage bags as targets. That’ll inspire the youth of today. Yeah, sure. I’ll do my best to salvage this.”Zeke stuck his tongue out at Nancy.
”I can ask Dobbs for something more exciting. I could also build some out of any spare wood around here,” Zeke said, pulling out the mower.
"Pfft, what do you think Dobb’s idea of exciting would be?” she shook her head, as she started pulling bows out of the shed, and grabbing fresh string to repair them with. She didn’t want to do it inside of the shack - she’d breathe in a decade’s worth of dust and mold if she did.
"Maybe he’ll get us some Christmas standees on deep discount.””Mmm, a tree with a spraypaint target? But the kids can't get the arrows to stick,” Zeke said. He maneuvered the mower and frowned at the gopher halls.
”We'll have to level the ground as best we can, too,” he said before he started pushing the mowing through the overgrown grass. Once he got a path established, it was easier to cut the grass in small chunks, but it took some time.
Nancy sighed slightly.
“Can’t we make the kids level the ground? Manual labor builds character - and will get out some of their energy.” Of course, she really didn’t need to be complaining - her brother was working on getting the ground in order, while her main task was restringing bows, something she had done at summer camp herself a thousand times before. The work was practically second nature, not requiring too much focus.
“They’d appreciate the range more, too.”Zeke wiped the sweat that was slowly building off his forehead.
”Do you think?” Zeke didn’t mind leaving the holes for the children or teenagers to take care of.
“It’d be good for them - and for your back.””Are you calling me old?”“Maybe.””But I'm younger than you!”Nancy shrugged.
“Tell that to your back.”Zeke rolled his shoulders and stretched his back.
”My back is fine,” he grumbled. Zeke continued to work, mowing the whole range before he took a break. At some point he had stripped his shirt off to prevent it from getting completely soaked in sweat. He didn't know what the laundry situation was here.
Once that was done, he made a few garbage bag targets for the time being. He'd have to talk to Dobbs.
”How are the bows and arrows looking, Nanc? Time for a break yet?”Nancy was
not having fun with the bows. They were ancient and barely cooperated, the strings coming undone before she could even secure them. She’d cursed up a storm, using every word she could think of and even inventing a few new ones, before she’d finally had enough and she’d thrown half of the bows back into the shed, not bothering to store them properly.
“Just fucking great!” she growled out, putting the restrung bows up outside the shed with a little more force than she meant.
“Stupid grody ass low budget pig camp,” she muttered.
Zeke watched his sister assault the bows and nodded.
”Yup. Time for a break. Come along dear sister.” Zeke said and offered his arm to her should she want to take it.
She rolled her eyes, but accepted his arm regardless.
“I’m fine, but if you need one, we can take one,” Nancy grumbled.
”I do. I need hydration for one, and I think we should check out the lake.”
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