Heading Off for the Firing Range

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Shaken from his altercation in the Dorms, Wesley finally takes the opportunity to try out the campus firing range.


If he can just get his mind off things for a bit...

Falling behind in his classes. The upcoming parents weekend (*shudder*). The discovery that Angelus is sleeping in the dorm room just down the hall from his own...

Firing practice has always helped settle Wesley's nerves, and his thoughts, like nothing else.

Wesley sets up a target at as far a distance as possible, and carefully sets down the bag he carried with him from the Dorms. Inside are several of his favorite pieces. He chooses one at random and checks the ventilation of the area before selecting the proper ammunition and loading his weapon. He puts on the proper protective equipment and then takes a casual but ready stance and raises his .45.

He can already feel himself beginning to relax as he takes aim and fires.

He hits very near the center of the target.

Which is, of course, to say - in a little voice in his head that sounds suspiciously like Roger Wyndam-Pryce - that he doesn't hit the center of the target.

Wesley closes his eyes a moment and breathes.

'This isn't about that.' Though just about everything else in his life is at the moment. 'Relax, damn it.'

Wesley opens his eyes and takes aim again.

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I've been sitting behind a chair in the firing range for the past hour, desperately catching up on schoolwork. I've always been told I'm smart, but there was so much work to do here that I was falling behind.

I jump at the gunshot and turn around to see someone in one of the firing stalls. "That's...that's really loud," I say quietly.

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Several shots in, Wesley notices a young woman with dark hair reading beneath a tree nearby. She jumps at the sound of the gunfire. Wesley is at once contrite for having startled her, and irritated with himself for it. This is the firing range, after all? What can one bloody well expect to hear on a firing range if not gunfire?

Wesley spares the girl a glance but tries to keep his focus on his aim. His next shot, however, hits much farther from its mark than his last.

"Bugger," he curses under his breath.

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I duck behind my books again, half-hoping to not disturb anyone. My God, I thought to myself, I'm turning into Beth, always hiding in the corners, not talking. Always not disturbing anyone. When did I become like this?