Target Practice? [event]
Who: Misha [the_su_girl].
Where: Some shooting range, somewhere. Hush, there's no use giving these places names.
When: Two PM, August 12th.
Summary: Misha figures it's high-time she starts practicing with her weapon so she can do her job properly. Recoil-slammings and bruises abound.
Notes: Join, join, join! Two, three, four people, I don't care, I'm sick of having one person per event! D:
In the middle of a target practice area, a pink-haired girl held a crossbow aloft, aiming and firing a bolt every few minutes at the red and white target across from her. She had been there for hours, it seemed; from ten AM to now, though there were still very few people around. Perhaps they were leery of her or perhaps just not enough people did target practice nowadays, but the range was curiously empty nonetheless.
“Eep!” She squeaked as the recoil from the crossbow slammed into her shoulder. “Oh, that’s probably gonna bwuise...”
Where: Some shooting range, somewhere. Hush, there's no use giving these places names.
When: Two PM, August 12th.
Summary: Misha figures it's high-time she starts practicing with her weapon so she can do her job properly. Recoil-slammings and bruises abound.
Notes: Join, join, join! Two, three, four people, I don't care, I'm sick of having one person per event! D:
In the middle of a target practice area, a pink-haired girl held a crossbow aloft, aiming and firing a bolt every few minutes at the red and white target across from her. She had been there for hours, it seemed; from ten AM to now, though there were still very few people around. Perhaps they were leery of her or perhaps just not enough people did target practice nowadays, but the range was curiously empty nonetheless.
“Eep!” She squeaked as the recoil from the crossbow slammed into her shoulder. “Oh, that’s probably gonna bwuise...”