Archers Nest

Clint Barton RP blog. Affiliated with Alternate Origins but will be willing to play with outside blogs especially with anyone in the Marvel Universe. Joined 11/2

[thenestarcher-blog]

Clint had been taking a break it was before a show and he had plenty of time before people started showing up. So he had picked a tree somewhere near the front that left him partially obscured by one of the huge posters that the circus had just invested in. It was of him of course. He was now the main attraction that the show drew, less and less people came for the sword fighting or the martial arts or even the spectacle off some of the more gypsy like attractions(fortune tellers and street food). It was him hanging upside down on the trapeze bow in hand ready to fire. With the tag line COME SEE HAWKEYE THE GREATEST MARKSMAN IN THE WORLD. Was it true? Clint didn’t know, it was a great tag line though. 

The archer had chosen this place specifically to avoid anyone in the circus seeing that he was slacking off instead of training or helping set up. He was one of the ones who could get away with it but getting caught never ended well. It was in this position though that he noticed someone wandering onto the premises. Someone who didn’t belong. 

“Hey!” He called out sitting up from where he was laying in the branches. “The show doesn’t start for another few hours! You aren’t suppose to be here!” 

@yfiproymustang

[thenestarcher-blog]

Putting out a starter call for Clint because I’ve been ignoring him a little bit.  😱 But there isn’t going to be a cap so anyone can like this for a starter.  

[iontidings]

“How could you work with people like that? I’m sure that would be very draining.” she muttered softly, not trying to be rude. Her Uncle was always in a foul mood, yet somehow the girl was able to manage him. Now that she thought about, how was she not able to be in a foul mood either? 

She was lost in her thoughts, but only briefly. When Clint spoke up, she attention was back on him. She nodded and followed him silently. 

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Clint laughed, “Hey give me some credit it’s the only job I’m good at.” The archer smiled and he put his hands in his packets. He walked around the tents keeping his eyes out for someone who could get him a ticket. He eventually spotted his brother. “Hey Barn! You think you can get me a ticket for this young lady?” 

[iontidings]

“Now how did that happen? Did you make the event coordinator mad?” She stayed silent for a moment before speaking up, “Maybe they’re tired of performing?” the girl shrugged, “everyone does need a break from time to time. I know my Uncle gets grumpy when he doesn’t have a break.”

When she saw the tents, her pace sped up. “Come on then! We’re almost there.”

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“No I think they are just in permanently grumpy.” He laughed and he ran to catch up with her smiling glad to see how happy she was. He stopped when he got to the tents and he motioned with his head. “Come on I’ll show you the costume tent hopefully we can find someone who can give you a ticket.” 

[iontidings]

“Are they sour about wearing outrageous costumes?” Xion gave a small grin. The performers had to wear the costumes for the audience’s amusement, ergo, they were wearing it for her amusement. It made total sense to the girl in her mind. She nodded in understanding though. She would make sure not to stray too far from the adult. She didn’t want to be taken and sold to the clowns like the horror stories her Uncle used to tell her.

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Clint shook his head, “No I have the worst of it they just...I dunno grumpy? Always seem to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. That kind of personality I guess.” Clint laughed and shook his head, “I bet Jac will like you but he’ll probably be the only one.”  He pointed, “See the tents in the distance, That’s where we’re going.”

[iontidings]

Xion almost let out a squeak of excitement. Eager was an understatement. She followed the blonde with a hop to her step. Her smile never wavering. “I’m so excited!” This was better than Christmas for the girl. 

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Clint laughed a little and he walked next to her. “Yeah just be careful around some of the other members. They aren’t quiet as nice as me.” The archer shrugged a little. “You should be fine though if you just stick with me alright?” 

[iontidings]

“You’re so kind. Thank you! I would love to see an early sneak peak. “

Of course, Xion wanted to see the costume. She wanted to take as many pictures as well. This is a moment that the girl definitely did not want to forget. She isn’t going to mention how she wants to take picture. “Okay! Whenever you’re ready, let’s go!” She wanted to see the costume now.

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Clint sighed and he motioned with his head. “Alright since you are so eager.” He motioned with his head in the direction of where the circus was set  up. “Come on.” Clint was scared this was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life.

[iontidings]

If Xion wasn’t showing her excitement then, it clearly shone through now. “Well I think you could pull the tutu off.” she gave a shrug, that little grin still tugging on her lips.  “And I promise to be on my best behavior! I won’t talk to a soul.” Xion motioned an “X” symbol with her finger over her heart, her way of promising to keep her word. “Okay, well I’ll just stick by you so they won’t think I’m sneaking in.” 

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Clint laughed a little and he shook his head, “Well then come on I’ll help  you get tickets for the show tonight.” His smile widened. “And if we have time I might let you back stage so you can see the costume early. I know you probably want to see my humiliating costume the most.” 

[iontidings]

Xion stared at the other, it was clear that she was processing the information. No, she was imagining the situation. Her eyes held a sparkle, her lips curled into a mischievous grin, giggles bubbled forth, snickers spilled out of her mouth.

“A fairy, huh? So are you going to be wearing a tutu or  a gown?” she gasped as another image popped into her head, “Will you be wearing a tiara? Oh my gosh you’ll be that one princess for that icy movie! What was it called? Frozey? Either way–” she erupted in giggles again, “I am definitely going to see you and I would love to get back stage passes. I want pictures.” 

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“Hah yeah laugh it up,” Clint rolled his eyes and he snorted, “Ug no I couldn’t work the trapeze with a gown on and as much as everyone would think it’s funny I refuse to where a tutu.” Clint grumbled a little. “It’s a leotard but it doesn’t make it any less humiliating.” He laughed hearing her talk about it. “Alright fine I’ll see if I can find a way to get you back stage but don’t bother anyone alright? I guess you can take pictures too.” He couldn’t help but smile at her unable to say no. 

[iontidings]

“That’s good to know.” Xion’s eyes lit up. She really did want to go to see the show. She never really made it to the one in Solias and she was seriously bummed out that she never got to go. Now she could make up for it!

“Okay! I will make sure not to miss it this time! What are the outfits gonna be?” She paused before giggling at her thought, “Are you going to be an elf?”

[thenestarcher-blog]

Clint groaned and he rubbed over his face. “No it’s worse. I’m an Ice Fairy.” He sighed. “I get covered in blue and white glitter. It gets over everything. I don’t think I will ever be rid of all the glitter. 

[iontidings]

Xion took the toy, her smile larger than ever. “Thank you so much!” she hugged the elephant, its trunk touching her forehead. “Thank you! I’m going to name him….Clint. After the person who got it for me.”

Xion’s brows furrowed in confusion. What exactly did he say? “The show? Oh! Well…” Xion averted her gaze, “Not really…I had to leave Solias unexpectedly and I haven’t been back for awhile.” She looked down sheepishly, suddenly finding interest in her shoes. 

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Clint laughed, “Oh well. The circus set up a tent here for the festival we’re doing a holiday themed show every night while it’s going on you should really go and check it out if you can get the chance I think you would really like to see it.” Clint rubbed the back of his neck, “Even if the costumes are kind of humiliating. I swear we had dress rehearsal last night and I don’t think I’ll ever get the glitter out of my hair.” 

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| Pickpocket |

[smxkesonhexes-blog]

He raised an eyebrow. Surely, this guy was smarter than he assumed… He looked familiar, like he had seen his face somewhere before. John had been to almost everywhere in Dearu, and he never forgot even a stranger that passed by. There’d always be some sense of familiarity.

But what sucked was that his plans weren’t going the way he had hoped, and as petty as it would sound to some, his urge wouldn’t be satisfied until something was in his sticky fingers.

“Why do I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…” He then asked, more of a thought out loud than asking a simple question. It must have been on a poster, something of the sort, but he didn’t remember actually meeting the other blonde any time ago.

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Clint blinked a few times and he looked over John, oh this guy was so trying to rob him. This was going to be a fun game to play. Though it was one Clint was very good at with his sharp eyes. Nothing escaped him. 

Clint chuckled when John said that he thinks he’s seen him somewhere before. He seemed to get that a lot but he knew why for the most part. He smirked a little. “You would probably recognize me better if I was in a ridiculous purple outfit and had a mask on.” 

[iontidings]

Xion watched intensely as the other was able to land the rings in ease. The colored bottle necks of the glass would never compete with the other’s skill. 

“You’re almost there! I know you can do it!” Xion tried to cheer for the other but then realized that she was probably distracting the other. So she hushed herself and looked at the other, anticipating his next toss. Soon that stuffed toy would be hers thanks to him. 

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Clint smiled as he got to the last toss and it hit perfectly just like the other ones. He smiled as the Elephant was taken down and given to Xion. He grinned leaning back a little. “There you go,” The archer grinned from ear to ear picking up his pizza again. 

He took a bite out of it before talking with his mouth full, “Did you ever go and see one of the shows?” 

[iontidings]

“I’m still sorry about running into you.” Xion averted her gaze, eyes falling towards the counter that her hands rested on. Crashing into someone isn’t really something that someone should pride themselves on when it comes to meeting a new person. The other didn’t seemed too bothered by it so Xion should be the same. 

She looked back at the other before looking at the bottles that were lined up behind the counter. “These must not be a challenge for you. Guess you can practice as much as you want, right?” That must be one of the perks working at the carnival, you could find all the hacks when it comes to the game booths. 

“You could? That would be nice, thank you!”

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Clint smiled and he nodded swiftly making the first throw, “Yeah I know some places rig it to it’s almost impossible to make some off the tosses.” He grinned. “But not much can get past me.” He made the second ring toss with ease. He needed all five in the very back. 

Clint looked over to Xion. “Though it’s not very easy either way for most people.” He tossed again and he got the third and forth one. “Alright last one.” 

[iontidings]

“Hm?” she looked over to see….what was his name? Oh yeah, Clint. Xion remembered how she crashed into him with her skateboard. The man was nice enough to patch her up even though she injured him. The man was nice and if she remembered right he was an archer for the carnival that was in Solias.

“I remember you…” she smiled before pointing to the elephant. “I know it seems childish, but that elephant caught my eye.”  She looked over to the other, “This must be easy for you, hm?”

[thenestarcher-blog]

Clint grinned and he nodded a little, “Yeah I’m really good at these types of games. Clint blinked a few times so he wasn’t the only one who thought she was familiar? “Oh!” The realization came over him. “You were the one who hit me with a skateboard.” Of course Clint really didn’t feel angry about it or even remember it that well. He remembered she ended up more hurt than he had been, 

He smiled setting down his pizza and he payed for one round that was all it was going to take. It was obvious that because of his good eyes, working for the circus, and already sharpshooter like attributes it would not take him long to get through the game. “Don’t worry I can get you that elephant.” 

[iontidings]

There were many booths at the festival. Some of them were for art, the others, clothes. But there were quite a few that had games waiting. At the top of one of the booths was this very adorable stuffed elephant. It didn’t look like the cheap material that are used for those claw machines. No, it looked like a soft, fluffy, elephant. Xion had to have it. 

Now here was the catch, it was one of those games where you had to get the ring to land on the colored bottle. After many attempts and a near empty wallet later, a defeated sigh came from the girl.

That elephant was going nowhere.

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Clint was the master of these types of games and he had already cleaned out some of his favorite prizes for his friends. He was munching on a slice of warm pizza when he came by seeing the small girl looking disappointed. Clint could only guess that it was because she couldn’t make the bottle tosses to get whatever prize she wanted. 

Well, Clint really didn’t like seeing disappointed girls and something about her looked familiar though he couldn’t put his finger on it. He walked up to her smiling softly, “Which one are you trying to get?” He would be more than happy to use his skills to get her what ever prize she wanted from the booth. 

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| Pickpocket |

@thenestarcher

It was a bad habit that grew throughout his teenage years, and honestly, despite it, he was surprised that he was still holding his job as a on-and-off detective and had a fairly decent reputation with the Solias and Aelluria force.

Controlling his kleptomania was increasingly becoming harder the longer he stayed out of the asylum, and he could only infer that it was going to get worse because he never planned on returning.

He didn’t really plan on going out and stealing anything today, but he figured that if he tried, a crowded area like a Solias city was a nice spot to try. He wasn’t even supposed to be here right now; he was expected at the police station, called upon to try and be pulled back to the force. John was dead set on never going back; the idea of it made him sick to his stomach.

So what was a good idea? To distract himself by distracting other people so he could “innocently” swipe anything that could be use to him.

“Oi, mate.” He had approached a guy that had walked out of the bar, cigarette sticking out of his mouth and the most neutral look on his face. “I wouldn’t suppose you’d have a light, would you?” All he needed was the guy to hand a lighter to him. Then if he had anything worth grabbing on his person, John could probably slip that off in no time.

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Clint had gone out to stretch his legs and was very glad that he chose to not get super drunk tonight. He could spot a pickpocket like it was nothing. Clint shook his head, “Sorry, don’t smoke.” It was true Clint didn’t smoke but he did have a lighter on him. He stepped to the side slightly away from John and any sticky fingers. 

Clint honestly didn’t know if it mattered it’s not like he had anything on him besides pocket change anyways. It was barely enough for a meal, even then he wasn’t going to be made a fool of by having his pockets picked. He knew all the traits. It’s how he made his living for the first few years of being with the circus.