Target Practice (Open)

[ethan]

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.

The dead-center of the red-and-white bullseye was blackened from the impact of the shots. One right after the other, without fail. All under three seconds.

The sounds of clapping ensued as spectators jeered and cheered. The older man looked down at Ethan, shoved some money at him and then stalked off, muttering and swearing under his breath. The stupid old-timer had been arrogant to not only mock Ethan for being a young boy for shooting a gun, but also taking offense to how he responded. He'd put up money against Ethan to see who was the better shooter. Ethan won, of course. His teachers had surrounded him with weapons growing up. He couldn't possibly lose in any such contest to some buffoon.

Although the town had anti-gun laws prohibiting the use of firearms, there were always the seedy "underground" parts of town that allowed for such breaches in local protocol. After all, you couldn't exactly search every single individual without a warrant to see if they had a gun.

Ethan walked out of the dark building with a little more money and a feeling of smugness. It felt good to put someone in their place, lately he hadn't quite felt in control of things like he needed to be. It looked like it was going to rain.

[Linda Osako]

Linda was walking down the street, it was getting late but she felt the need to continue the walk at least until she cleared her head. Everything was just going too well. Soon she would be sitting at the top again, high above the scum below. She wondered just what more she had left to do before her plans were perfect.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

Just then gun shots erupted from an unknown building a lil' further down the street. The shots were immediately followed by cheering, of course peeking Linda's interest. She began to walk a little faster down the street, hoping to get a view of what had happened. Once she was in front of the building, some guy exited the building and he was looking up at the clouds. It looked like it was going to rain.

"Was that you in there?" Linda asked inquisitively, raising her brow.

[ethan]

Ethan made an observation of the person addressing him. A younger girl, perhaps a student. She looked like she may be around his age, though possibly older. An undercover officer...? Not very likely. Though if she was from the school, she was possibly more of a potential threat than any cop.

The sounds of gunfire resumed within the building as people made wagers, placed bets, wasted ammunition on entertainment. Ethan wonderered how many of them were affiliated with any gangs or other illegitimate groups.

"Among others, yes... what of it?" Ethan replied.