<div class="floatleft">(https://attitude.co.uk/media/images/2014/06/10390168_668531766545400_39977923594089430_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Roy Harper<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>He wore these things and took some of them off: red hoodie jacket, black sleeveless compression shirt, black workout sweatpants, and blue cap.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>0900 - 1000<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Gymnasium<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>People!<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>Just Stop - Disturbed (https://youtu.be/gliWD5ANSvI)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion, Raven, Open<br/><hr/>Roy had attached his cybernetic arm just so that he could complete the second phase of his training. He had set up some equipment to act as obstacles. The red custom long bow he used looked expensive. It also didn’t look like a normal long bow. Roy hadn’t spent a dime for the bow, but little did others know that he built it along with the trick arrows he was using. His right arm was clutching the grip as his left drew back on a crimson arrow. He released the arrow at a lifting rack to his diagonal-left and the arrow struck it, folded like rubber, and then sprang backwards to ricochet against the rack across from it. It crossed in front of the target at an angle to hit a weight rack, flew into the weight rack across from it, before finally hitting the target with a solid<em>thunk.</em>The archer didn’t emit and excited squee of joy at his success. The shot was impressive, but for Roy, it was as basic as aiming the cue ball in billiards. He changed targets.<br/><br/>His focus shifted right to another lifting rack. He nocked and fired a second arrow at it, and like the first one, the arrow folded and sprang backwards. It ricocheted off a weight rack at Roy’s right and then flew over the target at a Smith’s machine behind it. The arrow ricocheted backwards toward the archer’s face and swiftly, Roy snatched the arrow out of the air. One side was for training his angling, and the other side his hand-and-eye coordination and reflexes. Lowering the arrow, in preparation to do it all over again like a machine, he nocked the same arrow. He raised his bow, and then paused. Even through the shouting of Disturbed, Roy sensed he wasn’t the only one in the gym. He turned his head to see a young man he didn’t recognize. He released the arrow any way as he turned toward Brion and waved.<br/><br/>“Yo!” Roy greeted.<em>Thunk!</em>The arrow struck the target behind him.<br/><br/>Roy jogged over to his speaker and cut it off so that metal wasn’t muting all other noises in the gym. The red-head flashed a grin (cheesing boyishly) at Brion.<br/><br/>“I was starting to wonder if I was the only one on this team. They said that I would be a part of one.”<br/><br/>He shouldered his bow, walked over to Brion, and extended his hand. “My name’s Roy Harper—Arsenal. I’m good with a bow and other weapons.”<br/><br/>As Roy was greeting Brion…<br/><br/><strong>I thought I detected sexual tension…</strong><br/><br/>“Woah!” Roy jumped in startle and even waved his arms in cheesy, martial knife hand movements. His blue eyes were wide as they darted about more areas than just Raven’s face. “How long have you been here?” He then re-introduced himself. “Roy Harper. Archer.”<br/><br/>His cheeks glowed in his embarrassment. “I had my music blaring this whole time and I’m-”<br/><br/>He glanced back at all the lifting, weight, and equipment racks all clustered in the epicenter of the room. He was such a hog!<br/><br/>“I’ll go put everything back!”<br/><br/>Roy scurried over to his training area and started pushing everything back where they belonged. That girl could have been there waiting to use them the entire time. Why hadn’t anyone said anything?!