Shooting Range, Monday Afternoon

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean got to the shooting range early. He spent the time he was waiting for Peter to show up, going over his guns, cleaning and doing maintenance. You'd never know when some monster was going to show up and need blowing away. Or when Dad would show up and demand an inspection. Both really good reasons to keep his guns in top condition.

It had nothing to do with the fact that working on his guns just made him happy, not at all. And he was most definitely not humming Blue Oyster Cult songs under his breath as he worked


[OOC: for English Peter, but open for all your shooting needs]

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[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter only got lost slightly trying to find the shooting range for the first time. When he finally found it, he entered slightly tentatively.

"Afternoon, Dean."

He really hoped Dean had heard him come in and wouldn't accidentally shoot something.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Dean said, just finishing putting his shotgun back together. "Ready to shoot things?"

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"I think so," he said, looking around curiously. "This where all the weapons are kept?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yep." He nodded toward the locker as he picked up the next gun and started cleaning it. "Over there."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Then I need to visit something first," Peter said with a grin.

He crossed to the weapons locker and looked through it until he found his sword. With reverence, he pulled it out and drew it. He inspected the blade and, finding no trace of dirt or rust, smiled. "And it still feels right in my hand. I'm grateful for that, at least."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker came in, nodded to Dean and Peter, retrieved her guns from storage and began to practice. "Hey."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter bowed to Parker, still holding his sword. "Good afternoon, Lady."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker repressed the "bring a knife to a gunfight" comments, and said instead, "Good afternoon to you too. Why the sword? This isn't the usual venue."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter looked down in surprise. "Is there a usual for using non-practice swords here? I pulled it out of the weapons locker to inspect it while Dean's cleaning his guns."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. You know, I'm not sure." Parker cocked her head, studying the blade, then said, "I think most of the students, aside from Alanna's, have all been using practice blades. Hamlet might know, he was the fencing club rep first semester. I'm sure it's okay to practice in here, I just don't know if there's a lot of room." She re-loaded her gun, thinking. "You might want to ask Principal Washburn if you can have a dedicated space in here for real-sword-practice."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded back. "Hey."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker caught herself humming "Don't Fear the Reaper", forced herself to stop, and said, "Nice job on Alec and Jaye. Jack told me they were being obnoxious in your cabin." She snickered. "God, I love the pirate, some nights."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "It was a really good radio show, wasn't it? And thanks. They didn't seem to have learned from the glue and talking purse so I figured more immediate consequences were called for."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stopped loading her gun to cackle for a minute. "Talking purse? The pants I heard about, but that's-- oh, that's brilliant. And yeah, ice-water baths have to be *some* kind of discouragement, if the threat of future vengeance wasn't enough."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

After the morning's exercise, Alec wasn't quite ready to just sit down and veg. So he found the shooting range and looked through the cabinet for his own gun - cleaning first, then some target practice.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean glanced up from his own guns. "Hey," he said, then frowned at how beat up Alec was looking. "Run into a door or something?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec snickered, attention still on the gun he was fiddling with. "A pretty, petite blonde door, sure."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

It took a few seconds for Dean to place the description. "Buffy?" he guessed, then laughed out loud. "Buffy did that to you?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec finally looked up, cocking an eyebrow, and paused in his re-assembly. "Yeah. Buffy, the vampire slayer," he said, a faint edge to his voice. "She's nearly got me beat for strength, even untrained."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon, Alec," Peter said. "That all from the gym earlier?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Peter. And yeah, unfortunately," he said, shooting Peter a grin. "Was it a good show at least?"

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"It really, really was. Made me glad I'd placated her with ice cream before she decided to kick me around."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John showed up, just to make sure his weapons were clean.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

She'd made a lot of progress, yesterday, but Seras still knew that she needed a metric arseload of practise to become useful with guns. And, to become comfortable with using them.

She arrived at the Shooting Range directly after Arts and Crafts Workshop let out, grabbed the requisite ear and eye protection as well as a 9mm like the one Parker had started her with yesterday.

She snagged a shooting lane and was very soon oblivious to everything apart from aiming, shooting, and breathing.

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

She needed to focus. She needed to see paper targets shredded by the raw, antiquiated force of the .45-caliber pistol that Wesley Matthews had given her.

She stood quietly at the stall, checking the weapon, then loading it carefully. Next the eye protection, and then the ear protection.

Andrew merely stood back to her right and watched, wincing a bit each time she fired the cannon pulled the trigger. He knew better than to mess with his Steadholder when she was in a mood.

At some point, a hard-copy newsfax or two may have replaced the targets.

It may not help, she reasoned, but I feel better.

A wicked gleam entered her almond eyes as the first 'fax disintigrated at the far end of the room. Much better...