oh, wade in the sonic joy
Jan. 4th, 2014 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
confidencemanFirst Rome, and then fucking bees. Darrow had seemed calm and reasonable in the beginning, but these days, Sawyer's starting to feel like he's been dropped on the island all over again, without a single reliable way to predict how his way is going to go. The only thing he's noticed about this place is that it, much like the islands that came before, seems to enjoy putting people through the ringer without actually killing very many of them.
He's wondering how long that will hold, and whether or not it's something he can rely on.
The gun range is always an option for him to get in his practice, but Sawyer finds himself heading out into the forest instead today, far away from any known living areas and within grounds where hunting is permitted. He has a license.
It's one of the first things he worked towards after he initially arrived.
His goal isn't to hunt game, however. Instead, there's a silhouette of a man set up on a tree trunk far into the distance, a pistol in Sawyer's hand, and he's working on making sure that he can get the first shot to count. It's not as good as a moving target, but until he can find a better answer, it'll have to do.
A shot rings out, echoing in the distance, and Sawyer approaches to find the hole directly in the center of the figure's forehead.
Could be worse.
He's wondering how long that will hold, and whether or not it's something he can rely on.
The gun range is always an option for him to get in his practice, but Sawyer finds himself heading out into the forest instead today, far away from any known living areas and within grounds where hunting is permitted. He has a license.
It's one of the first things he worked towards after he initially arrived.
His goal isn't to hunt game, however. Instead, there's a silhouette of a man set up on a tree trunk far into the distance, a pistol in Sawyer's hand, and he's working on making sure that he can get the first shot to count. It's not as good as a moving target, but until he can find a better answer, it'll have to do.
A shot rings out, echoing in the distance, and Sawyer approaches to find the hole directly in the center of the figure's forehead.
Could be worse.