Damian Valentine (_phlegmatic) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-30 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-01 |
Is this the dose you've been dreaming of? A revelation from a gun?
Who: Damian and Leon
Where: Point Blank
When: Afternoon
Any news about weres was enough to get Damian's blood boiling. He believed that the police had every right to identify weres the way they were proposed, though in his mind he wished for all of them to be killed off. Sadly, he possessed no supernatural sense to know when he was around a were. He could only know if they reacted to silver. He did his best to keep something of that nature on him at all times and so far it did him well, but he would need more than that. Silver bullets. The full moon was coming up and that was prime time for hunting in his book. Time for him to fill up orders and kill some vile creatures.
Which meant it was time to dust off the old firearms and make sure everything was still handling well. Thankfully he could blend in at the firing range in town. No one seemed to bother him for the most part and thank god no one ever came into Treble Clef and asked if he was that guy firing rounds the other day. They'd just be greeted with a cold stare and silent response. Typical Damian. His migraine was still persisting. Not as bad as it was the other day, but still there. Enough to be somewhat of an annoyance while firing at his targets.
Damian sighed a bit to himself, reloading his hand gun, then readjusted his safety glasses, only to glance on up at the firing range. A couple other people were there, someone next to him going at it rather good. Actually, beyond well. Damn fucking amazing. Damian only knew one other person who shot that well and that was his mentor, Roger. It actually took a lot to impress the dark, brooding man, and this? This was enough. Leaning against his post, he watched a bit, remaining quiet and keeping to himself, seeing what other tricks this kid had to show off.