"Wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a little bit." [COMPLETE]
Location: Firing Range
Time: Afternoon
Characters: Mal and...
Public, Private, or Semi-Private:. Public
Incomplete or Complete: Complete
Rating: PG-13 ?
Summary: Mal comes across the firing range. Madness ensues. (I hope anyway.)
Mal wasn't sure how he'd come across the firing range, but he certainly wasn't complaining. His brows were drawn close together as his eyes narrowed and he aimed and fired. His pistol held six rounds, and he took excruciating care with each shot, as if each bullet were going to save his life. After finishing a round he'd reload and return to the escape that the shooting range offered. While the front of his mind was focused on his shooting, the back of his mind was focused on the past couple of days.
He'd found himself a nice little house on Butcher Street and had attempted to settle in, but it was nearly impossible. He weren't used to bein' planetside and he was a mite tetchy 'bout the whole thing. Mal had very nearly gone stir crazy in the small house. It didn't have but a tiny yard; weren't nothin' like his momma's ranch back on Shadow. It was amazing to realize he'd had a home planetside since then; hadn't even thought he would have another home planetside. He didn't know where Serenity was, nor where he was either. He'd been told he was on Earth-that-were, and it was seeming to be more and more feasible as the days passed. There weren't no cortex stations, nor ship docks, and he had a heck of a time haggling for goods with his credits.
He took a deep breath, his jaw clenching tight as he finished off yet another round. He started to reload yet again, when he heard someone behind him. Immediately tensing up, he spun around on his heel, face hardened, nostrils flared, eyes wild, and gun waving dangerously.
Time: Afternoon
Characters: Mal and...
Public, Private, or Semi-Private:. Public
Incomplete or Complete: Complete
Rating: PG-13 ?
Summary: Mal comes across the firing range. Madness ensues. (I hope anyway.)
Mal wasn't sure how he'd come across the firing range, but he certainly wasn't complaining. His brows were drawn close together as his eyes narrowed and he aimed and fired. His pistol held six rounds, and he took excruciating care with each shot, as if each bullet were going to save his life. After finishing a round he'd reload and return to the escape that the shooting range offered. While the front of his mind was focused on his shooting, the back of his mind was focused on the past couple of days.
He'd found himself a nice little house on Butcher Street and had attempted to settle in, but it was nearly impossible. He weren't used to bein' planetside and he was a mite tetchy 'bout the whole thing. Mal had very nearly gone stir crazy in the small house. It didn't have but a tiny yard; weren't nothin' like his momma's ranch back on Shadow. It was amazing to realize he'd had a home planetside since then; hadn't even thought he would have another home planetside. He didn't know where Serenity was, nor where he was either. He'd been told he was on Earth-that-were, and it was seeming to be more and more feasible as the days passed. There weren't no cortex stations, nor ship docks, and he had a heck of a time haggling for goods with his credits.
He took a deep breath, his jaw clenching tight as he finished off yet another round. He started to reload yet again, when he heard someone behind him. Immediately tensing up, he spun around on his heel, face hardened, nostrils flared, eyes wild, and gun waving dangerously.