seventeen | but when we start making fires we can't have a soul

[strike_you_out]

[ phone | filtered from: drones ]

Are there any flamethrowers in Mayfield? How do I get one?

Unrelated, someone who has killed their target and is willing to talk, I have a question...


[ filtered to: Pokey ]

Pokey.

...

Pokey?


[ action | Slugger never thought he'd see the day when he would have to use the gift Susan had given him at Christmastime. The surface of the wooden bat was still polished and smooth. He never thought he'd lose his real bat again, either, along with everything else the town had restored to him. Or perhaps the security of having his powers had gone to his head and he simply hadn't wanted to think about other possibilities. Now, with nothing left---not even his golden bat, he wishes he'd thought of it more. Better preparation could have served him well, but for the time being, he'll have to depend on improvisation.]

(A) Backyard at Home; 726 Anderson
[A gunshot rings out from behind the house. Minimal investigation will lead you to find Slugger standing in the yard with his back to the house and a revolver aimed to the ground. On his face is a sheepish look, eyebrows raised and cheeks puffed out. Somewhere, there's a bullet embedded in the dirt.]

(B) A Range of Accessible Public Buildings (school, hospital, dime store, etc.)
[A single swing of his bat shatters the glass casing around a fire extinguisher. Slugger, wearing a protective baseball helmet and an identity-concealing cloth over the lower portion of his face, bolts toward the nearest exit with the extinguisher under his arm. However, there is no indication of a fire in sight.]

Comments

A

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Curious, walking behind the house.]

Learning to use a gun?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The fact that Johan loiters around his home on what might be a semi-regular basis comes as no real surprise to Slugger. Today he may seem a bit on edge, though, as Johan approaches.]

I thought it might be wise...

[Without raising it, he switches the revolver from one hand to the other to shake his wrist. That recoil was something to get used to.]

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Johan notices, but doesn't comment on that.]

It's a good skill to have.

Would you like some pointers?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He replies eagerly.]

Sure.

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

Well first of all you hold it like this.

[Johan will take gun and demonstrate a grip.]

Also make sure to always be aware where you're pointing it.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Aim center mass. Not the head.

[Beside him, Slugger looks up at Johan and copies his grip.]

...Unless they're close.

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

The head is usually hard to hit.

If you want to kill them though, it's usually a good choice if you're close enough. Most people don't survive that.

A.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[The noise is certainly enough to spook your not!Dad, Slugger. He peers tentatively out of the house, stunned at what he finds.]

...where did you get that?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Turning his head, Slugger keeps the revolver trained on the ground. Might as well be totally honest...]

A friendly guy.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

It wasn't our dear friend, Mr. Liebert, was it?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

No.

[He takes a bullet from his pants pocket.]

Did you get a reward?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

I did.

[Not that he's had a chance to use it yet. He's been... holding himself back all weekend, really. It hasn't started to get to him yet, but...]

You shouldn't be holding one of those.

[There. An easy enough method to distract himself.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It's fine.

[The cartridge slips from his fingers before he can load it into the cylinder, so he kneels in the grass to pick it up and try again. By this time he's spoken to Pokey and knows that winners are assigned new targets.]

Are you going to kill your next one?

Phone

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Slugger. It took Pokey a bit to get the phone because he's slightly out of it from the painkillers he's taken for his shoulder. When he does answer the phone, it's pretty clear how out of it he is from his slurred voice.]

What? What-what is'it? What do ya want?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

...

Did you just wake up?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Naw. Haven't slept in...in a day. 32 hours...yeah, 32 hours since I slept.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...Did you get a letter?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Letter?

[Okay, give him a minute. He closes his eyes and composes himself.]

Yeah. I got one. Took care of it. Just got another one.

What about you?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Wait, wait. What?]

Took care of it? You killed your target?

A

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

.....

I'm sure the explanation for this will be completely satisfactory for the many, many objections I'm about to raise.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[That depends on whether she wants the entire list or just the short of it. He'll start with the most obvious...]

We've lost our powers and are surrounded by dangerous idiots?

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Contrary to popular belief, 'if you can't beat them, join them' is, in actuality, not a philosophy you ought to follow.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Other people in the house should know how to use one...

[People besides Edward.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Even if that were true, you'll forgive me if I propose myself as a potential first candidate as opposed to the ten year old boy who specializes in assisted suicide.

...

That reminds me that I need to steal Edward's gonne tonight.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He turns to her fully now, the revolver at his side and trained on the ground.]

Agreed. It should be you.