Do you want to (1) hunt or (2) continue?

[atrumcanis]

DATE: November 10th, afternoon of
CHARACTERS: atrumcanis + cowboy_newsie
SUMMARY: Jack's got a gun, got a gun now. Or is it a metal wand.
LOCATION: the great outdoors! somewhere away from people! or as "away from people" as you can get from a town and a circle of wagons in a finite world, man.
WARNINGS: GUNS.
FORMAT: prose or prose in action tags, but either way, you

Comments

so much prose ALL THE PROSE.

[cowboy_newsie]

His ears rang unpleasantly and his hands throbbed as Jack set his gun down. He narrowed his eyes, glaring ahead of him. He was already down ten bullets today but, on the other hand, one of the aluminium cans set up on the other side of the clearing was definitely feeling rather nervous about its prospects, as that last bullet had almost very nearly grazed it.

He sighed irritably and pushed his fingers through his hair, making it stick up at the end. He had wasted his money on thirty bullets over the past week and was no closer to being good at firing a gun than he had been at the start. The obvious solution would be to ask one of the older men for help, but he was too far along now. He had thought he could pick shooting up on his own, and damn it, he would or die trying.

He hefted his gun again, squinting as the metal caught the sun's light. Trying to ignore that, Jack took a deep breath, aimed--

--and exhaled abruptly as he heard footsteps. Setting the gun down, he raised his eyebrows as he caught sight of who it was.

"Hello," he said mildly, vaguely surprised to find Sirius out here. "Come to practice?"