RP: At The Range
Date: August 31st, 2011
Characters: Ezra Loy, Fisher Winters
Location: DFW Gun Range
Status: Private
Summary: Ezra's not sure this'll help, but it always used to calm him down.
Completion: Incomplete
Ezra had never experienced what Fisher was going through, which he counted as a blessing even if he didn't exactly get along with his father. Word had made the rounds that Fi was spending most of his time baking, which Ezra assumed was relaxing, though he'd never tried it. An idea had struck him though, an idea of another way that Fisher could be distracted from worrying. It might not be conventional but it had almost always managed to calm Ezra down.
He had sent Fisher a text earlier in the day that had read. Sick of baking? If so I could use some company at the range.
Sure he hadn't fired a rifle or held a gun since, well, since before his accident. But Ezra was fairly certain he could still manage, and he and Fi had talked about firearms and such before - mostly which ones they had qualified on. So maybe it was a shot in the dark that Fisher would find this at all calming, but it was something, right?
Ezra was leaning up against his car in the parking lot while he waited for Fisher to arrive. This might not help at all, but from one Military brat to another, Ezra kind of hoped it would.
Characters: Ezra Loy, Fisher Winters
Location: DFW Gun Range
Status: Private
Summary: Ezra's not sure this'll help, but it always used to calm him down.
Completion: Incomplete
Ezra had never experienced what Fisher was going through, which he counted as a blessing even if he didn't exactly get along with his father. Word had made the rounds that Fi was spending most of his time baking, which Ezra assumed was relaxing, though he'd never tried it. An idea had struck him though, an idea of another way that Fisher could be distracted from worrying. It might not be conventional but it had almost always managed to calm Ezra down.
He had sent Fisher a text earlier in the day that had read. Sick of baking? If so I could use some company at the range.
Sure he hadn't fired a rifle or held a gun since, well, since before his accident. But Ezra was fairly certain he could still manage, and he and Fi had talked about firearms and such before - mostly which ones they had qualified on. So maybe it was a shot in the dark that Fisher would find this at all calming, but it was something, right?
Ezra was leaning up against his car in the parking lot while he waited for Fisher to arrive. This might not help at all, but from one Military brat to another, Ezra kind of hoped it would.