Those that wander, Wander well {open!}

I land gracefullly, watching him dodge the throwing stars, just barely and shot two arrows at me. I duck one, and skip to avoid the other one, and I stand and watch him reload and arrow.
We stand and watch each other, judging the others move.
I smile, one of my genuine smiles. Not one that is forced, or faked, or my smirk.
Gently, I place one of my feet behind the other, and feel the breeze whip m hood back, the rain gently wetting my hair.
"Do you really want to fight me? Is that why you're here?" I ask the boy, Mylies. I place one hand on one of my knifes in my belt, thinking he will shoot me.

Bravo. Bravo. It's like wathing two dogs hump. Seriously, are you fighting or is this just foreplay?
The girl is standing a few feet away from us, smoking a cigarette. She looks kind of bored, but amused at the same time.
I turn to her and snarl, "Who the hell are you?" God, what is it with people finding me when I just want to be alone? It's not like I want to be around them. I think, waiting for her response, arming myself once more incase she decides to attack.

ooc: Name's Hattie...btw.

I glance over at Mylies, he turns his body to face the girl. He aims his arrow at her and says in a sarcastic tone, "Is it national get up at three in the morning day or something?"
I smirk silently at this, and turn my attention back to the girl, who still hasn't responded to the question.

Really? I think, not very many people are good at this kind of stuff around here. I decide to speak up,"About five minutes," it was slightly unfomterable but I hid it well enough so that she can't see. This girl just got here but already I tell tell she's a pest. As she says something else but then stops, I wonder for a second what she was about to say. "well considering that I can hit a rabit running at full speed from hundred yeards away, I think I could hit anything from this distance."