the coldness runs through my veins you know my name || OPEN

[unhand]

WHO || Hook and WHOEVER'S HANGING AROUND THE CASTLE
WHAT || Playing with guns
WHERE || Shooting range
WHEN || 2/28 daytime
HOW || WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT.

♬ Chris Cornell - You Know my Name

Hook still was getting used to this new world. He hadn't given up his usual black leather apparel, and he hadn't gone for some sort of new fake hand that may have been more functional or at least more normal looking than the hook.

What he had gotten used to was guns.

The Excalibur Pistol was simple enough to use, and amazingly powerful for such a little thing. Hook had decided pretty quickly that he liked it.

He leveled it at the target and shot. It clipped the edge of the target (atk 9). He frowned, readjusting the pistol. As simple a thing as it was, it seemed it would actually need some work for him to get actually good at using it. No matter, he had time to spare. He readjusted his gun and shot again (atk 11). It hit the target. Outer edge, but not bad for a man from a world where these things don't exist.

He held up the gun again, aiming carefully. Unbidden, he thought of Gold, the man Emma said he wanted to kill.

He pulled the trigger. The bullet sank into the dead center of the target (atk 23).

Well, now. Maybe he could get the hang of this thing after all.

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[cuivre]

Miles stood against the wall, and as the last bullet hit the target, he began to clap. He was genuinely impressed, and it showed as much in his expression.

"Nice shot," he said, pushing off the wall with one foot as his arms crossed over his chest and moving closer so that he could further examine the shot from the end of the range.

"Think you can do it again?"

[unhand]

Hook looked over at him, lowering the pistol. "Might be I can." He turned around quickly and shot, but he didn't put nearly the same focus into it this time (atk 8) and the shot went wide. "...or not." he shrugged, turning towards the other man. "I'm new at this."

[cuivre]

"I like hitting things better myself," he admitted casually. "With my fists or otherwise."

He moved a little closer, eyes lowering to the gun and then over to the target. "Mind if I try?"

[unhand]

That got a sharp grin, and Hook offered him the gun. "I like hitting things a great deal myself, though I'm a bit short on fists." Hitting things with a sharp, metal hook, though, that was indeed fun.

[cuivre]

"Built in weapon, eh? Can't complain about that."

He took the gun and turned toward the target, raising it to point down the lane. He took a moment to aim before he pulled the trigger once, the bullet only tagging the very edge of the paper, not coming even close to the actual target (atk 6). He readjusted before he fired again, this time sinking the bullet in the dead center of the target's center (atk 20).

"I'm going to call luck on the second one," he said, chuckling and he passed the gun back.

[unhand]

"Or practice." Hook took the gun himself and turned towards the target again, taking aim. He shot (atk 22) and smirked as the bullet sunk in the center of the target. "I think I'm getting better."

[cuivre]

He chuckled, giving him a nod. "Practice always helps."

Miles watched as the man took another shot, nodding in approval.

"That would be my guess, yeah." He held a hand out then. "I'm Miles, by the way. You one of the newer squires around here, right?"

Miles himself was pretty new, and newbies should stick together, right?

[bittersweeter]

"Squeeze."

Wynn had said she could use all the amenities and Lila thought this counted, even if she had nothing to play with. Her last memory was of shooting someone. This, absurdly, felt like home.

Which was why she couldn't help speaking up, head of disheveled blonde hair peaking up from behind a barrier, her soft voice raspy and rough. "Don't pull the trigger, squeeze, as you breathe out."

Granted, he might not have wanted to take a teenager's word for it, so she straightened up slightly, leaning against the partition, chin up. She was someone else who didn't care if people notice her scars, though hers didn't come with anything quite so handy as a hook, just ash. (Though it begged the question, how did he do up his buttons?) "You are a beginner, aren't you?"

[unhand]

Hook glanced over at her, eyebrow raising a bit. She seemed a bit young to have experience with such a powerful weapon, but those scars told him that her life had been very interesting for one so young. He knew how that could be. So he nodded dubiously.

"Aye, I've used similar sorts of things before, but nothing so... small." And yet despite its size, it was ten times as powerful as any gun he'd wielded back in the Enchanted Forest or Neverland.

[bittersweeter]

"Size is no guarantee of power," Lila replied calmly. Maybe it sounded like she was talking about herself, but she was just lazily quoting Harry Potter. "Not to mention that it's more easily concealable than, say, a Mossberg. Or that stupid one in Snatch... Desert Eagle."

Tucking a wayward piece of woolly hair behind her ear, she dropped her chin into her hands, pale skin resting against the dark blue of her leather gloves. Her mismatched eyes studied the man in front of her, traveling up and down. It wasn't a once over, but an actual study of the way he held himself. "You might need to relax your shoulders a little, too. Think of it like a woman, don't force it. Challenge it."

[unhand]

Hook didn't understand her reference or have any idea what a Mossberg or a Desert Eagle might be, but he did understand how to challenge a woman. Just in case she had any doubts about his abilities with women, he shot her a flirty grin. "LIke a woman, huh? I can do that."

He lifted the gun again and turned towards the target, trying to be relaxed and caressing the gun a bit with his thumb before he took the shot (atk 9 which clipped the edge of the target). Perhaps he shouldn't have over thought it.

[bittersweeter]

Lila gave approximately no response to the smile given, at least no outward response. Inwardly, well, it didn't have much effect on her either. Nice smile, she could appreciate a decent smolder, but it reminded her of Barron's smile when he tried to play nice with her to get his way.

She wasn't a very good pet, she would be surprised if some of her bites hadn't left permanent scars.

Her lips pursed into the hint of a mocking smile when the man fired again, barely flinching at the sound. "I'd hate to be the woman you took aim at," she said with a hum of laughter. "Maybe for entertainment."

[unhand]

"I wouldn't be aiming to shoot a woman." He paused, considering his life and his choices, then shrugged. "Actually I would, I suppose." He smirked. "I wager you'd enjoy it if I squeezed your triggers." He winked at her, then turned back to the target, trying again. This time he worried less about her advice and more about just pointing and shooting. His style might have been off, but his aim was good (atk 16). His bullet thudded solidly into the target, a little bit off center.

[uncurse]

The shooting range seemed the obvious choice on where to let off steam. Gold seemed determined to turn her into a Knight of the Dragon's Fire, but Emma was always going to feel more comfortable with a more concrete kind of heat in her hand. The Excalibur was nice, but she preferred her Sig Sauer and the punch it packed.

So, she made her way into the room, earmuffs around her neck as she entered the range. She stopped short as one last shot fired and she glanced in its direction to see Hook there.

A big part of her considered simply slipping back out the door.

"You should look into ear protection," she pointed out begrudgingly, drawing her weapon and walking up to one of the lanes, putting it on the counter there with the magazine out and the chamber cleared and open.

[unhand]

He looked over at her blankly, taking in the earmuffs. "What do they need protecting from? The cold?" In battle, no one wore ear muffs. They'd look bloody silly.

[uncurse]

"From the noise. You spend enough time here, your hearing'll be the first thing to go." She rolled her eyes at him, pulling up her earmuffs with a snide, pointed look. She loaded her magazine into her gun, smacking the butt of it to lock it in place, and then pulling the action back to chamber a round.

[unhand]

Wow she sure looked like she actually knew what she was doing with that thing. Hook put his gun down and walked over to watch her work.

"You don't get ear protection in battle. What's the point of worrying about it here?"

[uncurse]

She didn't look at him as he spoke, just raised her gun once it was set to go, and then noticed he was standing awkwardly beside her. Emma turned to look at him expectantly. She seemed to realize he must have said something, because she lowered the gun and pulled her earmuffs back down.

"What?"

No really, you probably don't want to repeat it, Hook, that was the dumbest logic ever.

[unhand]

He didn't repeat it, though his logic was the best, thank you very much. Instead he raised his eyebrows at her.

"Seeing why you like 'em," he said, reaching up to tug at them lightly. "Makes it easier for you not to listen."

/things I am not sorry for. also ew prose

[postergirl]

[ there's the clip of heels entering into the shooting range behind him at one point. guess who.

at her belt is an excalibur identical to his, but she seems much more interested in the view as she grants him a smirk and steps up beside him. ]

Well, well. Talk about talent. [ she glances over and looks him up and down, shamelessly ] Are you as skilled at everything else one-handed too?

/omg things I want more than life

[unhand]

[Hook appreciates and returns the look, smirking in approval. It's like a two-handed female him.] Even better at some things. Want to find out what?

[postergirl]

[ and... she laughs. right in his face. ] I'll bet you say that to all the girls. [ wink, as she pulls out her gun ] A dangerous occupation, around here.

[unhand]

[RUDE. No, he pretty much says it to all the girls. He shrugs, turning back to the target.] Not all girls get the followthrough. [He takes aim and fires again (atk 10), bullet sinking into one of the outer rings.]

[postergirl]

Just the willing ones, is it? [ and she flicks off the safety ]

[unhand]

Willing and good-looking. I do have some standards. [No he doesn't. He turns to watch her work, curious to how she does.]