fandomtownies | Shooting Range, Thursday Afternoon

Marty approaches Angela and notices her cuteness, which lessens his jealousy regarding the whole flowers thing ().

He notices Angela flinch when a gun shot goes off. He gives her a reassuring smile.

"You look nice today."

[OOC: Sorry. I was watching the Dorms section.]

Angela looks down at herself and grins. Unsure of what the gun range would be like, she'd worn clothes she wouldn't mind ruining and pulled her hair into a stubby ponytail.

"Thanks. I think I've owned these jeans since I was, like, 12."

Marty, on the other hand, genuinely does look nice, she thinks.

Deep breath.

"So how do we start?"

[OOC: No worries.]

~~By wondering how the heck I ended up having a chicken for a pet~~

"We'll start with the basics."

Marty guides her into the shooting range and to his weapons locker, which is crammed with firearms. He takes out a .22 caliber Beretta automatic pistol, checks to make sure the clip and chamber is empty and offers it to Angela.

"This... is a gun."

~~That's what you get by going to the cafeteria, doofus. At least it's a cute chicken.~~

Hesitantly, Angela prods at the weapon with one forefinger.The metal is cool, and, when she (grimacing) takes it from Marty, surprisingly heavy.

Angela holds it awkwardly in her right hand, pointing the barrel at the ground.

"Okay, it's a gun," she says. "And we ... shoot it at things?"

"Yes. And you obviously know the first rule, which is if you aren't aiming you point it at the ground."

Marty reaches over and gently corrects her grip on her right hand.

"You'll want to hold it like that. How's that feel?"

Angela considers. "Not ... entirely uncomfortable. Heavier than I expected."

"What would you use a gun like this for?"

~~Shooting targets in the head at close range~~

Marty gives Angela a haunted look and moves her in front of the targets. He points to the safety on the gun.

"This is the safety on the gun. When you are ready to shoot at your target, you'll need to turn it off like this." Marty demonstrates for Angela.

"You do it now, so you can see how it feels."

Angela notices that he hasn't answered her question, and adds it to her growing Things I Don't Want to Know About Marty list.

With her thumb, she turns off the safety.

"Okay. And now I guess I point it at the target?"

"Right. The gun is completely empty, but I want you to pull the trigger to see how it feels."

Marty motions her to point out target range and pull the trigger.

Angela takes a few big steps and is standing several yards in front of the target. Thinking of every cop show she has ever seen -- not too many -- she supports the gun with both hands and pulls the trigger with her right forefinger.

She's almost disappointed that nothing happens, just a little *click* sound.

"Is that it?" she asks. "I mean, does it feel really different if there's a bullet in there?"

Marty nods.

"Mentally? Yeah. I just wanted you to understand how it felt to pull the trigger. Let's show you how to load it."

Marty pulls out a couple of magazines and some ammo and walks Angela through the step by step process of loading and unloading the ammo from the gun, including loading the magazine clips and priming the weapon. He has her practice a couple of times and then has her unload everything from the gun and the clip.

"Okay... now go ahead and load the gun on your own this time."

Angela shoots Marty a look that says, Are you sure this is such a good idea? before beginning to load the clip. Nervous, she drops a round on the ground and has to fumble for a replacement.

She forgets a few steps and has to look to Marty for guidance, which he gives with an odd half-smile on his face. Finally, the magazine clicks into place.

"I think this is it," she says. "Please take a look?"

Marty gives her a reasurring smile and nods.

"You did it right."

Marty puts on some safety glasses and some ear protection around his neck like they were stereo headphones. He gives Angela a set as well and puts up a human target form for her to shoot at.

"Now we get to aiming. The trick to aiming is that you want to aim the gun a little lower than your target point. When you fire the gun, it's going to kick in your hand and move up and back. Aiming a little lower will compensate for that."

Marty moves Angela into the stall for shooting and pulls out one of his glocks.

"When I take aim, I usually follow the same process over and over again."

Marty assumes the firing position and takes aim at the target.

"Aim"

Marty takes a deep breath.

"Breathe."

Marty pulls the trigger and fires the gun.

"Shoot."

Marty checks the target and sees that he was dead on.

"Your turn. Do what I just did and aim for the head of the target."

Angela adjusts the goggles and ear protectant.

Couldn't we shoot at something not so ... human-shaped? Like, a spider or something? I can kill a spider., she thinks.

She copies Marty's stance.

"Breathe, aim, fire," she mutters to herself.

She breathes, she aims -- and she pulls the trigger. Even though she was warned, the gun's kick in her hand surprises her. The bullet hits the wall, just above the left shoulder of the silhouette. "That would have scared him, right?" she says, and then tries again.

Breathe. Aim. Fire.

That bullet hits the target's right knee, and Angela starts to giggle from nervousness. She points the gun at the ground until she can catch her breath again.

"That's actually not too bad. You're right, that first shot would have scared him and a shot in the knee would probably take the guy out. He still might be able to take action against you. It's better to shoot them in the head ~~because the .22 bullet will bounce around in his head and liquify the target's brain~~... Well it's just better."

"Remember. Aim. Breathe. Fire. If you take a breath, it will help center yourself."

"Aim. Breathe. Fire," Angela says, not sure how she had switched it around. She nods and turns back to the target. Wincing, she carefully aims just above the target's head, takes a deep breath, and pulls the trigger.

It isn't quite a dead-center hit, but it's close enough.

"Wow," Angela says, half-elated and half-disgusted. "I made that guy pretty dead."

Marty feels both elated and guilty. Here's a girl who came from just a normal high school and now he's teaching her how to kill. Yeah. Way to go Marty.

Marty puts his hand on Angela's shoulder.

"Try it again."

Angela nods, and turns back to the target. She aims, breathes -- but something's wrong, nopthing happens when she pulls the trigger.

She turns around to face Marty, gun pointed more or less at the ground. "It's not work-"

And then there's a noise to her right; half-involuntariy, she jumps and pulls the trigger on the gun.

Marty lets out a yelp of pain.

Marty feels the bullet as it grazes him past his upper left thigh and he involuntarily yelps. He looks down at his backside.

Yep. Right on the butt.

He grimaces and looks at Angela.

"Maybe now's a good time to review gun safety."

Angela has dropped the gun and is staring at Marty, open-mouthed and looking utterly horrified by what has happened. "Oh my god, you're bleeding. I don't know -- I'm so sorry."

"I'm taking you to the clinic. We can review gun safety on our way there."

Continued here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/13955.html?thread=277635#t277635)

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