IC: At the shooting range this dusk

[bitingcynicism]

[ITP: Stress relief. Via lots of bullets and lots of perfectly aimed bulls-eyes. Though considering the shooter's stress levels, this could go on for a bit.]

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[forthehoard]

[Well. Parker knows better than to startle a man with a gun... Coming up behind him anyway, and she moves quietly]

Hey.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Already knew you were there anyway. Not turning.]

I want my gun, Parker.

[Fires another shot at target, hitting this one dead center as well.]

[forthehoard]

[twitches at the gunshot]

You have your gun.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Reloading.]

The other one. The one you took when I lent you my room for the night. I've learned my lesson about that.

[forthehoard]

...


I need it.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

Why?

[forthehoard]

Everyone's stronger and faster than me. It's not fair.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Pulls back gun and looks more unsettled.]

Are you in danger? Is it that blond one again?

[forthehoard]

[Avoiding looking at him]

I'm fine. It's nothing. It's just back up.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

Backup?

[forthehoard]

If something happened.

Anyway, I can't get it for you right now.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

That gun... is important. And what do you think might happen?

[forthehoard]

Why is it important?

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

... It's a reminder. When... things get too intense, having it near helps calm me down.

[forthehoard]

Oh.

I'll give it back when I can.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

Fine. I told you the truth. Now you can tell me what's going on.

[forthehoard]

I just met some new people. It's not a big deal.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

New people?

[forthehoard]

Uh. Yeah. People I haven't met before?

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

I know. What about them?

[forthehoard]

I just... met some. Another vampire. Someone else.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

Why are you tense, Parker?

[forthehoard]

[Blinking a lot and not looking at him]

A... guy.

I didn't try to make him upset.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Grabs her arm but not as roughly as he normally would.]

What guy? What happened?

[forthehoard]

[Bit of a panic moment! Tries to pry his arm off and stumbles back a bit]

Don't do that!