open post: target practice

[dangerous_dog]

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.

Comments

[thechoiceisyours]

"Hey, Bob."

Chris shows up soon after he gets the message, as quickly as possible with how far of a walk it is, anyway. He's excited but nervous at the same time and he's not entirely sure why regarding the latter; he definitely wants to learn a bit better form in shooting rather than rely on natural talent, since he's nowhere near egotistical enough to choose pride over potentially getting an edge up that helps him survive in the future. But there's also a sick twisting feeling in his stomach.

Maybe it's that he hasn't shot anything while here in Hadriel and he's afraid it really was beginner's luck back on the mountain, and one of the few useful skills he has here isn't going to be useful at all. Maybe it's the weapon itself; he vastly preferred the hunting rifle and shotgun he'd used to any sort of smaller gun, for many reasons ranging from never actually firing a bullet--just blanks--from one, to the situation and targets he'd had to shoot at.

Hopefully the latter problem would be worked out by the lessons, though, and maybe the former wouldn't be a problem at all. If he can stay calm enough to make his shots, anyway.

So he probably looks a little nervous as he steps up beside Bob, reaching out toward Rocco to see if the dog will let him pet him.

[amos_moses]

Gunshots are always alarming, and Amos comes closer cautiously to investigate.

It's not a bullet that he has to dodge, though, it's a tennis ball...and the very enthusiastic dog right behind it. Amos scrambles aside with a startled yelp that turns into laughter. "Oh, hey, Rocco!"

And if Rocco is here...yup, there's Bob. "Hey Bob!"

[morphinum]

Johanna finds this particular tennis ball just before Rocco does. She's inspecting the ball when Rocco comes bounding out of nowhere, looking for his prize. Satisfying his ages-old hunting instincts, Johanna thinks to herself. It's almost cute. She rolls the ball back to Rocco. She isn't usually nice to animals as a rule, but Bob's dog has somehow wormed his way into her heart. She doesn't quite like the dog, but she does more than tolerate it, which is saying a lot.

And Johanna knows that where Rocco is, Bob is. She lazily follows the dog until the larger man comes into view, then gives him a cocky sort of grin. She hasn't seen Bob since she started to turn, and while she probably should've come back once she was revived, she opted to stay alone for a little while, making sure that whatever happened to her wasn't coming back.

"Surprise."

[dragonbite]

Almost being hit by a tennis ball is a surprise. Although, Vaiz is entirely unfamiliar with tennis balls so he doesn't actually know what it was that just whizzed past him. At least he recognizes the dog, though, so he determines that whatever it was probably wasn't a threat. Not that it was easy to know, and he often didn't put much thought into things anyway.

"What are you doing?" He doesn't sound curious but he is just a little curious.