(open)"Playing" darts

Kotah had set his painted circular board on the tree, hooking it with one of his acupuncture needles. His face was void of most expression at the time, just wanting to get some work done. Stepping back a few feet, he eyed the height; he walked back about 10 feet from it, satisfied. Popping his pouch open with his right hand, he reached in and grabbed one. Between index and thumb, he launched it from his hand, tagging the edge of the board. In a frown, he kept at his attempts, most of them hitting the edge while others missed the tree entirely.

After a couple hours, he leaned against another tree, glistening with sweat, needles covering the board, tree, and ground. He was getting better, having moved into the next couple rings, but still wasn't happy. He began to round them up again for another go.

After another couple hours he sat down under a tree, holding his arm. Thankfully, what hadn't bounced off of the board was stuck in it. He looked up through the canopy, judging dusk was coming soon. He looked at the board, then closed his eyes, giving himself a couple minutes.

(OOC: Er... what character are you playing?)

He kept his eyes closed. "Nothing to vent over. Just practicing." He was spinning a needle in the fingers of his left hand, twirling one up and down the fingers of his right hand, and had one in his mouth. "You got somethin' to vent?"

"That's a nice philosophy. One I tend to stick to, typically." He yawned, the weighted acupuncture needle not falling from his mouth. "Do you happen to know what time it is?" He opened one of his shining, violet eyes. The darker area in the middle seemed more pronouced at the moment.

He shrugged, since the only real game he played was chess, and almost always won.

"Thanks." He paused and thought to himself, Was out here a lot longer than it seemed. That's really cool.

"So what brings you to the forest at dusk? Looking for some mischief?" From where he sat, he threw one of the needles at the board, striking it a couple inches from the middle. The corner of his right eye twitched in response.

"Kotah," was all he felt like saying at the moment. He threw the needle in his other hand and it bounced off the one he had just thrown a moment ago. "Tck. Yeah... My aim is terrible. Been out here for atleast four hours now." He unzipped one of the random zippers on his chest, pulled the needle out, and threw it, landing half an inch closer than his previous two. He took the one out of his mouth and looked at it, gliding the tip across his palm, thinking about his real powers.