MarinaNova Asylum

[There were certain things that occurred in Marina that Lyle despised more than anything else. One of these included picture day. He ALWAYS received a picture of Anew and it was too much for him to take each time.

So this time he wasn't even bothering with it. He wasn't going to look. He was going to avoid all places where they might be posted. So done with what stuff he had for the school, he headed to the shooting range just by the athletic center.

The set up for the shooting range was top notch, but the projectiles allowed were terrible. Still he always picked the best analog that functioned the closest to real bullets. Non-lethal of course, but they'd definitely leave a mark if someone got between the gun and the target.

Armed with a sniper rifle, he knelt across from one of the furthest targets, looking down the scope at it. Why did this make him feel better? Who knew. It just did and he was rather happy with this fact before he pulled the trigger, sending the projectile flying. A little off of center. He kept forgetting to accommodate for how wild this projectiles went.

He sighed, looking down at the paper he brought with him, trying to keep track of his aim was doing]

Well not what I expected the afterlife to look like.

Life here is still weird for Laurel, but it was better than her being dead. She had wanted to try everything, but only being here fer days, she was taking her time on things to pick. Laurel had picked the shooting range after her emotional break down from since the pictures. It would be a slice of normalcy from home since she still went range off and on through out the year. It's why she at least own three guns back home, back when she was alive.

Before she check out the guns and ammo, she just wanted to check out the range first. She grab a part of headphones and slid them on, opening the door to step out on the range. She walked down a few lanes, paused to look at the targets to see what they were like, that's when she noticed an arrow, a nerf arrow fly by. She cocked her head to the side, than stepped back to see who was practicing. She took a few steps toward the stall the person was, but as soon as she saw him, her heart stopped.

There was Oliver Queen, the love of her life, and she stood there, watching him for a moment. She wasn't even sure what to say to him, she had said so much the last time she saw him, and he doesn't recall a word of it. After another arrow flew, Laurel finally spoke up, "Ollie!"