Gun Club meeting - Gun Range, 4pm

[mparkerceo]

Parker walks onto the range, her .Sig and Glock in their locked case, and makes sure everything is ready. She posts the following two notices, to be read by everyone who wants to participate:

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[prisoner_rover]

*rover on patrol.*

*with a snakegirl in his closet.*

*he decided to wait until the dean could get to her.*

*he wanted his bowling ball now.*

*so he patrolled.*

*the gun club.*

*rolling slowly, rover watched.*

*gun sensitivity was starting to wane.*

*good and bad.*

*student Parker leading the meeting.*

*rover was pleased with the level of professionalism all around.*

*rover rolled on.*

*a frog jumped across his path.*

...brrriiiiiiibbbt!

[mparkerceo]

Parker notes Rover's roll-by, hides a smile, and observes Archie's stance.

[psycho_jackass]

[ooc: Is there a sign-up sheet? Mun will be around later, and Logan would like to join. Or should I just jump in when I have time?]

[mparkerceo]

There was one under the last round of 'club updates', but anyone's welcome. It's an open club, you just have to show at least once a month.

[pyramid_is_life]

Kara walks in and glances around the room. She nods to Parker and offers a brief smile.

[[and now I go, because I need a nap liek whoa. feel free to NPC]]

[mparkerceo]

Parker nods and retrieves her latest silhouette, a bald guy with a cigarette in his hand.

"At least I don't have this in common with him any more," she mutters to herself, and notes that Thrace is beating Mitchell's shots by a mile.

[carter_i_am]

Sam walked in (late) and made her way to the gun cabinet. She unlocked it and retrieved her gun and ammunition clip, then relocked the cabinet and put on ear protection. She stood in front of a target, arms braced, and prepared to fire.

[mparkerceo]

Parker waves to her, and goes back to shooting in her own lane.

Maybe she can beat Sam at *this*.

[carter_i_am]

Sam waves back. She sees the determined look on Parker's face and smiles--no one can ever say she's not competitive.

She's curious to find out what the outcome is.

OOC: I have no problem with Parker outshooting her, obviously--it's not like Sam's canonically a markswoman or anything.

[mparkerceo]

Parker takes a breath, and starts shooting.

Head. Heart.

Black, black, black. All within the first ring.

"Damnit." She readjusts her stance when one hits outside the inner ring, sights, and fires again.

Black.

[ooc: Parker's damn good, but not perfect. Professional level, say. ]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe retrieves a gun from the cabinet and grabs eye and ear protection. She re-locks the cabinet. She steps up to the line and aims at a target.

[mparkerceo]

"Halliwell?" Parker nods to her. "Would you mind helping some of the newbies as they come in, Madam President?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe nods. "Sure."