Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-09-20 16:24:00 |
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Who: Jack and Faith
What: shooting range, motorcycles, and caffeine.
When:afternoon. The 20ith of September.
Where: said shooting range.
warnings: TBA. Probably none.
He was frustrated, all the Sky drama was getting to him. What better way to relieve stress than doing something he was good at with friends. Jack had shown early, not so much that he needed the practice before Faith got there. But more like he needed to get out of that apartment. He was trying to make things right with Sky, but it was all backfiring in his face. Then he tried something as simple as buying dinner, and still it ended up in a near argument. What else could he do? The shooting range was indoors. The targets were set. Paper targets. Didn't seem all that exciting, but he had his own special coarse set up for blasters later. Right now it was the Glock 22. Police issue weapon. He wasn't so used to it as he was his blasters but he was still confident.
Holding the weapon with one hand he lined it with the target and fired. Directly through the center without even flinching. Twice. Third time. Fourth. Smoke rose from the barrel of the discharged weapon. Jack removed the black and red shades from his eyes to look over at the target. The shots were a little spread apart, still in the center, but not as close as he would have liked. But what a way to blow off steam. It never failed. Sometimes after a long day he'd come down to the range and run a workout with his blasters. Today he needed a little something more for a distraction, something louder. It actually did require a bit of thought, but he wasn't protesting it. It took away from the disappointment he felt when Sky told him he wasn't coming back for dinner.
What was that? Since when did he care what Sky did for his meals. He still had four rounds left..