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hadriel_logs2016-07-04 01:46 pm
unfollowing) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-07-04 01:46 pm
[closed] summer days are gone too soon
Who: Emily and Chris
What: Shooting lessons
Where: Starts at UD house and moves to the armory
When: July 6
Warnings: Guns. Emily with a gun. Chris with a gun. Stupid teenagers being responsible with guns. Emily. Possible talk of a lot of the horrible things that have happened in these two kids' lives.
[It's been long enough since Sorrow's bullshit ended that Emily feels confident that it really has ended. In another few days, the Door will vomit out new people and new monsters, and in the interest of not looking like prey to both, learning to shoot a gun is a good idea.
Yeah, it still weird her out a little, makes her nervous. But Mike isn't here, and she's going to be the one pulling the trigger, and she's not going to hurt anyone.]
Hey nerdbrain! [She knocks on his bedroom door, already impatient with him after her oh so arduous walk down the hall and down the stairs.] Time for shooting class. You promised.
[He made no such promise, but she's collecting anyway.]
What: Shooting lessons
Where: Starts at UD house and moves to the armory
When: July 6
Warnings: Guns. Emily with a gun. Chris with a gun. Stupid teenagers being responsible with guns. Emily. Possible talk of a lot of the horrible things that have happened in these two kids' lives.
[It's been long enough since Sorrow's bullshit ended that Emily feels confident that it really has ended. In another few days, the Door will vomit out new people and new monsters, and in the interest of not looking like prey to both, learning to shoot a gun is a good idea.
Yeah, it still weird her out a little, makes her nervous. But Mike isn't here, and she's going to be the one pulling the trigger, and she's not going to hurt anyone.]
Hey nerdbrain! [She knocks on his bedroom door, already impatient with him after her oh so arduous walk down the hall and down the stairs.] Time for shooting class. You promised.
[He made no such promise, but she's collecting anyway.]