talbot, bella (...abby) (talbotb) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-04-17 17:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | bela talbot |
Who: Bela and Open
What: Shooting!
When: Afternoon
Where: Skeet-shooting range
status/rating: open/tbd
"Pull!"
Bela didn't flinch as the clay plate was launched into the air. She simply watched it, judged the rise and eventual fall, aimed, and pulled the trigger. There was slight satisfaction to see it burst apart in the middle of the sky. Slightly, but not entirely. Shooting things couldn't fill every void, but that didn't stop her from trying. She pumped the barrel of the shotgun and waited for the next shout.
"Pull!"
Finding a skeet-shooting field in the middle of Los Angeles hasn't been as hard as she'd expected it to be. Flashing enough money meant that they didn't ask questions and she'd been able to ensure that she had the place to herself for an hour. An hour to get out her frustration out in the proper and most appropriate fashion... putting bullets through something that wasn't human flesh.
She missed and the plate fell to the ground. "Goddamnit," she muttered to herself, but did nothing more than pump the gun again.
"Pull!" And then, a moment later. "Hour's up, Miss. Talbot. You're gonna have to share."
Not until someone else actually shows up, she thought to herself, pulling the trigger and listening to a very satisfying bang and shatter.