Firing Range

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Domino wanders down to the firing range with a small metal case in hand. Once there, she notes that no one else is around. She pulls a piece of paper from her pocket and tacks it up at the end of the range, then takes her Glock from the carrying case, grateful she'd decided against brining it to class even before the journalism professor had gone on his rant. She loads the gun, closes her eyes, and fires seemingly at random at the target.





"Well, I guess that will have to do until I find the ass who put the damned things up."

She then moves on to shooting at the more conventional targets.

[OOC: I assume the firing range continues to be at the school...]