[at the shooting range]

[raepyourwords]

[some people like to meditate when their minds are in turmoil. some prefer physical activity, pushing their bodies to exhaustion. She has tried both, but finally found her zen on the shooting range, breathing out slowly and emptying clip after clip into the targets, ever shot a killing blow, heart or head, the paper targets perforated until only a three inch hole remained.

She finally stops, pulling her earplugs out as she begins to reload her gun]

((Still sick. Going to go lay down for a bit. I'll pick up when I wake up. o/))