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hadriel_logs2016-03-14 01:10 pm
dangerous_dog) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-03-14 01:10 pm
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open post: target practice
Who: Bob, Rocco and Chris, and OPEN for Bob.
What: Bob hangs out at the outskirts of town, giving shooting lessons and clipping cans off stumps.
Where: The city limits.
When: Right now.
Warnings: Firearms. Discussions of violence in the context of self-defence.
Bob contacts Chris by communicator before making his way out to the edge of town, where no one is likely to end up in the line of fire by accident. They're not going to be at it long- there aren't enough bullets in town for that, but the ones they do fire, it's best to be safe about. He texts him a few landmarks, and then sets up clearing a range for them, heading out into it and setting up empty cans on various bits of rubble at different heights.
There'll be a brief flurry of gunfire to follow, followed by silence. If anyone wants to come investigate it'll be just Bob and Rocco, who's out of his most purely puppyish stage by now but still all too happy to bounce around his owner's feet, fetching a beaten up, grayed old tennis ball while Bob rescues his cans back; never know when metal like that will be useful.
He's careful with the bullets, but tennis balls, on the other hand, are much more likely to whiz past a bystander's ear.
What: Bob hangs out at the outskirts of town, giving shooting lessons and clipping cans off stumps.
Where: The city limits.
When: Right now.
Warnings: Firearms. Discussions of violence in the context of self-defence.
Bob contacts Chris by communicator before making his way out to the edge of town, where no one is likely to end up in the line of fire by accident. They're not going to be at it long- there aren't enough bullets in town for that, but the ones they do fire, it's best to be safe about. He texts him a few landmarks, and then sets up clearing a range for them, heading out into it and setting up empty cans on various bits of rubble at different heights.
There'll be a brief flurry of gunfire to follow, followed by silence. If anyone wants to come investigate it'll be just Bob and Rocco, who's out of his most purely puppyish stage by now but still all too happy to bounce around his owner's feet, fetching a beaten up, grayed old tennis ball while Bob rescues his cans back; never know when metal like that will be useful.
He's careful with the bullets, but tennis balls, on the other hand, are much more likely to whiz past a bystander's ear.
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"I think so. But everyone thinks so, don't they?"
Reaching for the axe handle.
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Johanna hands Bob the axe, then watches as he gets used to the weight, the feel of the thing. After a very careful assessment, Johanna comments, "You hold it like a nine-year old girl." Johanna grabs Bob's hands and pulls them apart, just a bit, to where they should fall on the axe, completely disregarding personal space or anything civilized like that.
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"Do you think of these as a tool or as a weapon?"
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His question is an interesting one, and she actually has to think before answering it. "Tool, I guess. Weapons are tools for murder. It all depends on how much you care, and me? I try not to care too much." She's usually only ever mildly successful.
"Alright, now stand like this." She demonstrates. "And swing that motherfucker, hard as you can. Try not to fall over."
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He has to check- that isn't the kind of thing you just say 'what the hell' about and wing it, after all.
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Johanna steps back a bit, curious to see how this will turn out.
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He's never done this before. He is, however, a bear of a man, about five times stronger than he looks, and consequentially makes up for his technique by hitting like a freight train.