File #17: Relearning what we already know (open commentlog)
Gunn knew that he was going to have issues after the loss of his eye. He was a rational man; he knew about the loss of depth perception, that things were going to be different. It didn't help, though, when he started walking around and accidentally clipping walls with his left shoulder, with grabbing things and missing them, having to shift his hand until he came into contact with them.
Eating was a bit of an experience now, and after the first time he tried to pour a pitcher, he let Riley do it until he got the hang of other things first.
This all contributed to his feelings of frustration, of uselessness, and in a fit of perhaps less than well thought out insanity, he'd grabbed some soda cans, emptied them (he'd tried one, and tasting donuts when he wanted coke was weird), and had lined them up on Deck 13, on a gravestone (facing away from the door) and had started some target practice with his gun.
A while later, even after reloading, he'd yet to even hit one, though he'd managed to put dents in some graves.
He was starting to get really frustrated at this point.
((ooc: third or actionspam is fine <3 ))
Eating was a bit of an experience now, and after the first time he tried to pour a pitcher, he let Riley do it until he got the hang of other things first.
This all contributed to his feelings of frustration, of uselessness, and in a fit of perhaps less than well thought out insanity, he'd grabbed some soda cans, emptied them (he'd tried one, and tasting donuts when he wanted coke was weird), and had lined them up on Deck 13, on a gravestone (facing away from the door) and had started some target practice with his gun.
A while later, even after reloading, he'd yet to even hit one, though he'd managed to put dents in some graves.
He was starting to get really frustrated at this point.
((ooc: third or actionspam is fine <3 ))