She shot me, she shot me, bang bang she shot me [ open ]
who ; Peggy Carter and yooooou
what ; Target Practice! With a shiny future gun... thing!
where ; Garden Zone 04
when ; A day or two or three ago or something.
warning(s) ; I know jackshit about guns? Oops.
Peggy Carter has acquired a new gun. This brings her gun total up to three, but that’s both unimportant and unknown right now because she’s set up a makeshift target practice… thing, full of logs and then some other random stuff she found in the junkyard that could vaguely resemble some sort of target(s). Just go with it. And right now she just has one of these in her hands, and she’s holding it with ease.
She’s got her SSR uniform on, skirt included and blazer buttoned up, but she decided against her heels today and went for simple flats. Her hair’s pulled back out of her face, and she’s staring intently at the targets.
And then she opens fire, standing the appropriate distance away. When the dust settles, she heaves a sigh, grinning rather smugly. She’s used to similar weapons and the supposed inaccuracies that comes with them, but miss her target? Peggy wouldn’t dare. Her aim was slightly off, but it’s only her first test shot. Besides, none of the bullets technically missed.
what ; Target Practice! With a shiny future gun... thing!
where ; Garden Zone 04
when ; A day or two or three ago or something.
warning(s) ; I know jackshit about guns? Oops.
Peggy Carter has acquired a new gun. This brings her gun total up to three, but that’s both unimportant and unknown right now because she’s set up a makeshift target practice… thing, full of logs and then some other random stuff she found in the junkyard that could vaguely resemble some sort of target(s). Just go with it. And right now she just has one of these in her hands, and she’s holding it with ease.
She’s got her SSR uniform on, skirt included and blazer buttoned up, but she decided against her heels today and went for simple flats. Her hair’s pulled back out of her face, and she’s staring intently at the targets.
And then she opens fire, standing the appropriate distance away. When the dust settles, she heaves a sigh, grinning rather smugly. She’s used to similar weapons and the supposed inaccuracies that comes with them, but miss her target? Peggy wouldn’t dare. Her aim was slightly off, but it’s only her first test shot. Besides, none of the bullets technically missed.