Who: Number Five, Carl Grimes, and Nikita Mears What Five wants to do some target practice Where: Madison Valley Shooting Range When: Wednesday afternoon Warnings: guns, possible references to violence, tiny cranky assassin Status: closed/in progress
In the months since he'd arrived here, Five had made something of a life for himself, managing to get a job that wasn't entirely terrible and meeting a few people he might even call friends. He also had most of his siblings here which he appreciated more than he'd admit to them. After all the years he spent isolated and alone, he was glad to have time with them, even when they annoyed him.
Today, he had off and decided to finally check out the shooting range. So far, there hadn't really been any occasion for him to need to use those particular skills, but he didn't want to let himself get rusty. Plus he hadn't done nearly as much shooting in his pre-pubescent body and he knew that he needed more practice to accommodate for his smaller frame.
"Hi," he said to the young man behind the counter. "I'd like two hours of range time. And I'll need to rent a firearm."