Leadership/Outdoorsmanship, Gun Range, Thursday Morning

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Honor was already at the gun range when the students began filing in. Her principal guardsman, Andrew LaFollet, was two lanes down. Clad in protective eyewear, he stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, firing a flechette gun. For the moment, he seemed oblivious to the incoming rush of teenagers. Honor herself turned, removing her glasses and placing them next to the .45 caliber weapon on the counter.

"Good morning, everyone," she said with a slight smile. "Please make sure to sign in and then make your way over here."

She stood before several racks which had been set up, on which various firearms rested. Those familiar with firearms might have recognized the various .22 caliber pistols and rifles, flechette guns, as well as heavier weaponry, such as an MP5SD5, a P90, or an M16. Earplugs and eyewear were also available.

"Today, we're going to discuss firearms and firearm safety. For some of you, this is old hat; for others, this is new material. Given the serious nature of the weapons we'll be working with today, however, I expect full attention to detail." She leveled her gaze, making eye contact with each student. "Failure to do so will get you ejected from this session."

Satisfied that she had made her point, she launched into a lecture on gun safety rules. She then proceeded to take the time to demonstrate how each of the weapons operated; Andrew offered the demonstration on the operation of the flechette guns.

"You will get the opportunity to try each of the weapons. Please be aware of your environment, and your classmates. If you have any questions, please ask. Today, there is no such thing as a dumb question." She smirked. "Well, at least about the weaponry."

Honor then settled back and allowed the students to choose their weapons. She and Andrew kept a close eye on them, while making themselves available to answer questions as the students spent the allotted time practicing.



[OOC: OCD threads coming -- please wait for them. OCD threads up! Also, a zero tolerance rule is in effect: Have fun, but anyone horsing around will get kicked out of the workshop today, and might be assigned detention, depending on severity. If you *want* to get in trouble, drop me a line, and we'll take care of it. =) ]

Comments

Re: Discussion

[demonbelthazor]

"Ignoring her doesn't seem to be working, either," Bel said wearily. "She just pops up again, telling me to remember. Am I supposed to give her what she wants or not?"

Re: Discussion

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What does she want?" Dean asked. "Does she demand anything?"

Re: Discussion

[demonbelthazor]

"She wants me to remember exactly what I did," Bel said with a shrug. "I killed her. I know that. Isn't that enough? I can't change the past."

Re: Discussion

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So she's what? Yelling at you? Attacking you? Calling you names? Dripping blood?"

Re: Discussion

[demonbelthazor]

"No, she's just...." Bel suddenly felt foolish. "She's just there."

Re: Discussion

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes that's enough," Dean said, taking pity on him a little. Yeah, sure, half demon, but dealing with ghosts that won't leave you alone was never fun. "So... it's not so much her that's freaking you out as it is what she reminds you of?"

Re: Discussion

[demonbelthazor]

"I don't like to think about my past," Bel said, nodding. "Not since I walked away from the Underworld."

Re: Discussion

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You might have to in this case," Dean told him. "If it's the only way to make the ghost go away. Otherwise you'll get all stressed out again and get another attack of demon acne and then you'll be haunted and all red and ugly. Don't want that."

Re: Discussion

[demonbelthazor]

Bel managed a weak chuckle. "Yeah, just when I thought this couldn't suck anymore." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah. Guess I better face what I did."