It had been a while since Sam did any shooting. Hence the reason he was at the range with a lot of ammo.

Not that he would be adverse to conversations, of course.

Sam loved his girlfriend. A lot. And he was happy to be moving in with her.

But he really didn't feel the need to be around while she re-decorated. So he was at the gun range, getting in some target practice.

[so very open]

After class, Sam decided to go and work out some of his aggression at the gun range.

He set up targets, loaded his gun and started firing away.

[open to anyone who would like to chat with Sam or use the gun range for their own purposes.]

Murdock hadn't slept very well last night. An assortment of odd dreams kept him tossing and turning, though he couldn't make a bit of sense of them ( Read more... )

Hellboy walked to the shooting gallery to find it was... huh ( Read more... )

Nate had a sign up at the closed little pro-shop, asking customers to contact the big man with the gun on the range.

Nate himself was blowing pot-shots at the moving range. The targets were shaped like something near and dear to Nate's heart.

Stryfe.

[ooc: Open! No OCD...]

Ugh. Father's Day. Jo didn't get why they even invented a holiday like that. It was like they were purposely trying make orphans and people whose fathers had been killed by demons feel like crap. The only good thing about Father's Day was that it made Jo appreciate her mother more, even if Ellen drove her crazy most of the time. After writing her ( Read more... )

Jo was totally at the gun range because she was bored and she wanted to practice. Not because Bobby guilted her into it. Really. She brought her Colt Python with her and was practicing shooting targets. She had to admit that she missed doing this.

[Open, sure]

Nate sat in his little pro-shop booth, fiddling with some plans.

Plans to certain aspects of Providence.

I wonder what he was planning?

Anyways, the local neighborhood firing range was open.

[ooc: No OCD. Yeeha.]

Nate sat in his little pro shop, eating a comically large sandwich. He had his eyes peeled on the range.

He couldn't help but wonder whether or not this whole 'vacation' thing was possibly utterly selfish on his part.

Broody Cable is Broody.
[ooc: Open!]