Lyle Dylandy (![]() ![]() @ 2017-06-17 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | lance, lyle dylandy |
Day 432 | Action
[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]