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[frigginsterling]

Who: Woody, Hiruma, Cuthbert and Joshua
When: The afternoon of the 3rd
Where: At Bert's firing range on the edge of the village
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Two people who never stop swearing, guns, bickering
Summary: Woody is bored,so he's meeting his friends (and casual acquaintances) for a shooting session at the firing range.

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[i_see_death]

Joshua had been more than a little surprised to be included in Woody's invitation; he'd spoken to the other boy only once or twice before, after all, and to Hiruma and Cuthbert not at all. He couldn't say that any of them seemed quite his type, from the bits and pieces of conversations that he had heard over the crow -- though, admittedly, he'd never known too many people, in life or in death, whom he had considered "quite his type." Still, it never hurt to get to know the neighbours a bit. Broaden his horizons, and so on and so forth. One never knew when or where one might find something interesting, or something useful.

He slipped into the clearing quietly while Woody spoke, and one corner of his mouth curled upwards into a dry half-smile at the comment about Cuthbert. "Now, there's a ringing endorsement. Are you so flattering about all your friends, Woody?"

[askthelookout]

"Don't mind him," Cuthbert said lightly, stepping past Joshua. "He's just jealous of my dazzling good looks and astonishing skill in all departments, aren't you, Woody?"

Whistling between his teeth, he slung the sack he was carrying over the fence, vaulting after it. "I brought some decent targets," he announced, reaching into the sack and pulling out several flat wooden discs, about a span wide, and tooled with neat, concentric circles. "Hundred paces suit you for a starting distance?"

Just realised I misposted this log. Gah, I am periodically a total idiot orz

[frigginsterling]

"Of course. What else?" Woody replied, rolling his eyes and adding sotto voice to Hiruma, "Told you he was a wanker."

He shrugged. "Search me, mate. I'm the one who has pretty much no experience, after all. Ey, Joshua, you know how to shoot too?"

and i just noticed it exists. o.O sorry i'm late. D:

[fuckingkillthem]

Hiruma observes the others, chuckling a little to himself at the comments thrown between them. He's leaned against the fence with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for things to get interesting.