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Who: Yuffie bel_furto and Usopp longnosedliar
Where: Shooting range in town.
When: 159 (Thank you anonymous mod <3)
What: a random meeting
There was really no particular way to describe the level of bad mood Yuffie was in. Hence the reason she was at the shooting range in the first place, between Elena and Jinx she had been practicing to a point where she wasn't pathetic, and was even beginning to remember what the hell she was doing, which was nice. She liked the idea of not being helpless. Not that she ever really was, but there as still a certain level of futility to bringing a knife to a gun fight. Even if she was damn good with the knife.
She had spent the past few days worrying about everything from one friend to another to an damn explosion of all things. But to not deal with stuff like that, she either needed to get the hell outta Reggio, or she needed to get more law abiding friends, neither of which was a good idea in her book, so she just had to deal with the stress involved.
She was grouching and grumbling the whole way, boots clicking heavily against the floor as she walked. Until the point where she had a sudden moment of bad luck that would have made jinx proud, when she dropped her bag (the smaller one, she didn't need that giant thing now that she had an apartment with locks that actually worked as a rule and taking all of that crap to practice would just be silly, but still, dropping anything made you feel ridiculous.)
Adding to her already foul mood, the girl plopped herself down on the floor and began to pick up the mess.
(OOC: sorry this took so long to get up, I got hijacked...)
Where: Shooting range in town.
When: 159 (Thank you anonymous mod <3)
What: a random meeting
There was really no particular way to describe the level of bad mood Yuffie was in. Hence the reason she was at the shooting range in the first place, between Elena and Jinx she had been practicing to a point where she wasn't pathetic, and was even beginning to remember what the hell she was doing, which was nice. She liked the idea of not being helpless. Not that she ever really was, but there as still a certain level of futility to bringing a knife to a gun fight. Even if she was damn good with the knife.
She had spent the past few days worrying about everything from one friend to another to an damn explosion of all things. But to not deal with stuff like that, she either needed to get the hell outta Reggio, or she needed to get more law abiding friends, neither of which was a good idea in her book, so she just had to deal with the stress involved.
She was grouching and grumbling the whole way, boots clicking heavily against the floor as she walked. Until the point where she had a sudden moment of bad luck that would have made jinx proud, when she dropped her bag (the smaller one, she didn't need that giant thing now that she had an apartment with locks that actually worked as a rule and taking all of that crap to practice would just be silly, but still, dropping anything made you feel ridiculous.)
Adding to her already foul mood, the girl plopped herself down on the floor and began to pick up the mess.
(OOC: sorry this took so long to get up, I got hijacked...)