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jim hopper (bigdadenergy) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2024-05-04 09:23:00

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!log/thread/narrative, stranger things: jim hopper, ∙ plot: 016 it's dangerous, ◌ inactive: nancy wheeler 2

HOPPER & NANCY

may 4th | tw: gun usage | in progress

It wasn't really about target practice, though.

It was early - not so early that Hopper was in a bad mood, but early enough that there was a nice bite of cold air as he walked from the parking lot to the little course he'd set up for Steve when he wanted to learn to shoot. It was progressive, and it was pretty well designed if Hopper said so himself. He was kinda proud of it.

The walk wasn't too bad, just a few minutes and made a little worse by the fact that Hopper was attempting to carry two coffees over the uneven terrain. He fortunately made it without incident and without causing further burn damage to his hands, and he set one down on the little fence-post at the edge of the 'course' for Nancy, leaning back and drinking his own coffee as he waited for her.

Bag with two or three different types of guns and an array of bullets sat at his feet, and he kicked back, enjoying the brisk morning quiet.

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akanancydrew
2024-05-05 01:53 am UTC (link)

She was unaware of the fact that Hopper was bringing coffee, so when she made an appearance in the clearing with two cups of joe in her own hands Nancy took one look at the ones on the post and then to her hands and laughed - alerting him of her presence.

"You've got to be kidding me." Nancy gave a shake of her head and moved toward Hopp and spared a glance down to the bag at his feet. "Looks like we both had the same idea." And then she spared a glance over to the assorted course that he had put together with it's sporadic cut-outs, one looking like a deformed demogorgon making it abundantly clear to her that he hadn't commissioned Will to paint the cardboard creature. And further back was a larger cut-out probably resembling a creature that they had fought against here in Dunwich.

And then she turned toward the sheriff, assembling an additional cup next to the ones that he brought, while her hand kept hold on the one on her person; a grin forming across her face before bringing the styrofoam to her lips while her other now free hand went to rest on the holster that carried her handgun.

"As you can tell, I came prepared. What else is in the bag of yours?" And nodded over to the satchel on the ground.

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bigdadenergy
2024-05-05 03:16 am UTC (link)

Her laugh caught his attention, even if he'd been deep in thought just moments before. A smile fell easily across his face and when he realized what she was laughing at, his eyes falling to the drinks she too was carrying, he joined in laughing with her. "Well I'll never turn down a cup of coffee, so the more the merrier." He laughed again, shaking his head while sipping his first coffee.

"Great minds and all that." He agreed of them both bringing coffee, and he kicked the back with his toe just a little bit when she asked what else he'd brought. "Different types of guns, you know, and there's a snack or two in there. Thought maybe we'd make a bit of a day out of it." With everything that had been going on lately, Hopper realized he hadn't been spending enough time with the kids. Will, Steve, Nancy - as grown up as they all were, as settled into their jobs and their friendships and everything, he thought maybe they still needed him.

Or maybe, he still needed them.

He picked up his gun, holding it in his hand momentarily. It felt... not so great to hold it, if he were being honest. He'd sort of been ignoring it since he shot John, if he were being honest. He set it back down in the bag, taking another sip of coffee instead. "You first?"

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akanancydrew
2024-05-05 07:17 pm UTC (link)

"A whole day?" She asked, "You won't be needed at the station?"

It was true, she hadn't seen or really talked to Hopp or really anyone as of late. Nancy had simply focused on all her work at MIST to distract her mind of the thoughts of so many disappearing on them. When Sabrina had gone - it had started a spiral of thoughts that descended her to a new level that she didn't think was possible but Nancy became lost to her job. Gone was the chance of Sabrina helping her figure out what was going on with the weird elder that seemed to show up wherever Nancy went.

Taking a sip of the hot coffee she glanced down to the bag curious about all that he had brought to the salvage yard before letting them rest on the Hopper's hands and the gun that he cradled with a wary look in his eyes before he placed it back in the bag, her fingers going to her .38 Smith and Wesson. Pulling it out of the holster, she made sure
that the safety was still on and then slid her cup onto the post before sidling over to him.

Before taking any shot though, Nancy could see the slight discomfort that he had exhibited and wrapped an arm around him, a half hug of sorts - not sure if he'd accept it or not from her. But she gave a soft smile to him. "Sorry if it felt I disappeared into my work." She apologized.

And then she peered over to the cutouts - bringing the gun up, thumbing the safety out and then a piercing 'bang' permeated the air, a new hole now in the head of the cutout. A perfect kill shot.

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bigdadenergy
2024-05-06 04:56 am UTC (link)

"Nah, I get weekends off." Unless they really had something going on, but considering he worked more than he existed in any other capacity, he figured he could pretend he had weekends off until he was called in. Which, they wouldn't unless it was really needed. He was pretty sure they were getting tired of seeing him in at the station, anyway. He'd been sleeping there some nights, too.

He watched as she picked up the gun, the sureness in her hands. The hug surprised him, but he was quick to reciprocate, patting her arm gently before she went to take her first shot. It was flawless, the shot piercing through the cut-out in exactly the spot it should.

"Nice shot. And no, Nance, you got nothin' to apologize for. Should be me apologizing. I'm always the one lost in work." He nodded at the next target for her, taking another casual sip of his coffee as she lined up her next shot. "How've you been with everything that's been going on?"

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