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Jack is out at the firing range, taking some shots at a dummy. It's not so much that he feels the practice actually serves a useful purpose, as he doubts that whatever's going on in the bar will actually end in a firefight, though with the weird shit happening in the bar anything's possible. It's more that it's something to keep him busy, something to focus on instead of the weird red sky and the increasing debris around the bar.
He likely won't be out here much longer, as his fingers are getting cold despite the gloves he's wearing, and he could probably use a coffee. He hasn't been sleeping well, big surprise, and for the last few days it's adrenaline and caffeine that has kept him going.
[ooc: Pups can catch him outside or by the bar and thread will be open until his next entrance!]
He likely won't be out here much longer, as his fingers are getting cold despite the gloves he's wearing, and he could probably use a coffee. He hasn't been sleeping well, big surprise, and for the last few days it's adrenaline and caffeine that has kept him going.
[ooc: Pups can catch him outside or by the bar and thread will be open until his next entrance!]