(no subject)
Walking out of the room and down the hall I searched for the door labeled DANGER. Pushing it open I stepped inside and pressed it shut behind me. Not too much here, but it'll do..the remanants of someone praticing earlier were still scattered about. A few ramdom arrows, shell casings.
For the first time in a long time I felt really very confused. Irritated too. It was a night for the record books. With a loud bang the first of many rounds escaped the barrel of the gun. I continued to glare at the target as I rapidly pulled the trigger. My sights were off to the left a bit. Stopping for a moment I made a few adjustments to the gun and loaded another clip of ammo. Continuing to pull the trigger I kept running over the hellish night I just had. Faith, Brad..Angel...yet another slayer...how were we ever going to figure out what was really going on here when there was all this other stuff in the way.
Tonight I was not giving it my best..I would have shot Brad where he sat for that bullshit he pulled. But for some reason I didn't, I guess I was worried that it might not be what Abby wanted, or King. It was what I wanted...on my own I never would have let him go. Being part of a team is more then I think I had planned on. It was harder then being alone.
Walking to the target I had been abusing, I examined the holes to make sure I was dead on. With a quick smile I holstered my gun and left the room. Heading across the hall I entered my room and took off my guns and holsters, kneeling down on the floor I opened the trunk and set the weapons inside. With an audible click the trunk was locked.
After changing into a pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top I sat down on the bed. Pulling the rubber band out of my long hair I was lost in thought as I brushed my hair.
((Open to anyone in the honeycomb hideout))
For the first time in a long time I felt really very confused. Irritated too. It was a night for the record books. With a loud bang the first of many rounds escaped the barrel of the gun. I continued to glare at the target as I rapidly pulled the trigger. My sights were off to the left a bit. Stopping for a moment I made a few adjustments to the gun and loaded another clip of ammo. Continuing to pull the trigger I kept running over the hellish night I just had. Faith, Brad..Angel...yet another slayer...how were we ever going to figure out what was really going on here when there was all this other stuff in the way.
Tonight I was not giving it my best..I would have shot Brad where he sat for that bullshit he pulled. But for some reason I didn't, I guess I was worried that it might not be what Abby wanted, or King. It was what I wanted...on my own I never would have let him go. Being part of a team is more then I think I had planned on. It was harder then being alone.
Walking to the target I had been abusing, I examined the holes to make sure I was dead on. With a quick smile I holstered my gun and left the room. Heading across the hall I entered my room and took off my guns and holsters, kneeling down on the floor I opened the trunk and set the weapons inside. With an audible click the trunk was locked.
After changing into a pair of boxer shorts and a white tank top I sat down on the bed. Pulling the rubber band out of my long hair I was lost in thought as I brushed my hair.
((Open to anyone in the honeycomb hideout))