locked — prompto & liz

[tearable]

WHO: Elizabeth and Prompto
WHERE: [generic shooting range while waiting for approval for specific location]
WHEN: 3/4
WHAT: Elizabeth trying to act normal (after her regain), signs up the upcoming women's club for shooting range classes.
WARNINGS: Guns, I guess!



Let's catch up. I'll be at the shooting range around 2PM to sign up for a class, meet me there.

[ This message was not meant for Prompto, but somehow through the total glitchiness of this new application, Prompto's phone was graced with the incoming message from his favorite tired teacher.

It's 1:50 and Elizabeth puts her cigarette out with the bottom of her shoe before entering, her purse clutched tightly in her hand. She's layering up, a heavy sweater and vest on as opposed to her usual classic style she's defined herself a fan of.

She's ready to go in when she spots a familiar face and gives a slightly awkward wave. ]

Oh — hello, it's good to see you! I wouldn't have thought you'd find your way here.

[ Aka miscommunication. ]

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[mercurio]

[that's quite the unexpected message, but prompto replies with a "sure thing!" shortly after. liz may not have gotten it because of a glitch or another, but--this idea that his (favourite) high school teacher is going to the shooting range to most likely be badass... is so cool!? he needs to record this.]

[and, clearly, this is what she wants from him, too.]

[so prompto arrives and waves enthusiastically at her greeting (haha, what a fool), wearing his usual combo of blacks and grays, wannabe trash punk style, and camera strapped around his neck]

Hey Mrs. W! I couldn't really miss the chance of you further proving the theory of being one badass lady.

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[ Whatever friend she expected wasn't in sight, so she lingers outside a bit. There's a perk of her brow when he mentions theories and badass in the same sentence, an unlikely pairing. It doesn't click, but maybe he saw her pull in... ]

Badass... Not sure a lady with a soccer mom van would qualify, but nice to know you're still seeing extra credit out of school too.

[ She looks past him a few times, seeing the cars that roll in and not a familiar face. She motions for him to follow as she opens the door. They'll know she's inside. ]

Once I get the club signed up, then you can see some real badasses.

[mercurio]

Life is all about extra credits and making others happy♪

[excitedly, he follows behind her, whistling between his almost-skipping steps. a gun range! he's never been in one before!]

Club? Is this a new school club that we graduates don't get to have experienced in our school career? Man, the younger kids always get the cool things...

[his priorities--]

Why didn't we get something like this?

[tearable]

The women's club. Still working on a name, but... I've been gathering up some of the women in our area to have some kind of adventure club. Tried the Junior Women's League last year and — er... it was a lot of book club and baking club.

[ Elizabeth isn't sure where her friend is, but she doesn't mind the company. Prompto was always a good kid, after all. ]

Trust me, I'd be fired before I even finished my opening proposal for a 'gun club' at the school. We're lucky if we get the funds for the drama department.

[mercurio]

Oh, I didn't think of it like that.

[about the 'gun club' proposal not really being apt for schools. well, who is he to judge?]

[in any case, he's already snapping away at pictures of their surroundings, walking backwards as elizabeth talks to him. eventually, he turns, and finds her looking back at him--perfect snapshot opportunity.]

[he grins behind the camera, setting it down]

Badass women out to adventure, sounds pretty neat. What names were you thinking of that haven't made the cut? --a gun range is pretty different from books and baking though, for sure.

[tearable]

[ Elizabeth wonders why the heck he had business here at the gun club, but doesn't really think to ask — she figures they just crossed paths. While he snaps away, she goes to greet the person behind the welcome area, starting her own sign up for the class. ]

Pretty sold on Dreadful Women — my friend Grell gets a kick out of it and Jade thinks it's "really cool".

[ Elizabeth, as prim and proper as she dresses with trench coats and heels... lace and button up shirts, seems out of place but you can tell how giddy she is in her voice. ]

May need some photos in the future so we can start looking for someone to build a website.

[mercurio]

[prompto but smiles soon as she makes the very open request]

I like it. Building a website for it is pretty much going all the way though, right? I think you're going to get tons of traction for it this time.

[--keeps smiling because he can tell when elizabeth is pretty excited about something. she was his science teacher for a couple of years; it was hard not to tell when their teacher would enter Passionate Mode over her work and interests.]

[he leans against the counter and keeps his camera pointing down for now]

For you, Mrs. W? I'll charge half price.

[tearable]

Guess so! Just having something for people to relax with, do something different... [ Also to relax? Definitely a bonus. Elizabeth lifts her eyes up from the paper after the last bit of info is filled out for the party reservation form. ] You're kind, y'know. Not good for business — make sure to not offer too many discounts to every pretty girl you see.

[ But, she tilts her head back to the range. ]

You wanna go a round? I got a punch card for this place — trying to get a free session after five.

[mercurio]

[he smiles at the advice she offers about his business, and even at the teasing comment. looking down, he fidgets with his camera; he has his reasons for being a pushover when it comes to charging full prices.]

[blue eyes look up again at the offer, however, and he looks lost for a very brief moment as he comes to understanding that--]

--could I really? Can I?

[there's a sparkle of excitement in his eyes. he's still a kid despite being twenty, in the end]

[tearable]

I don't see why not. Here, sign the form. Add one license to the group waiver. This one's in advance and today only.

[ She speaks to the person behind the desk. They slide over something for Prompto to sign.

Upon doing so and showing his ID, Elizabeth is able to collect an assigned handgun with one box of bullets. ]

The range is back here. Indoor or outdoor?

[mercurio]

[prompto's basically bouncing on his feet as he signs the form and complies with whatever else they ask of him. his excitement is clear as he glances over at elizabeth and the bullets+handgun she's been handed.]

[another optimal photograph]

Outdoor! Definitely outdoor! Just like in the movies, y'know?!

[he's excited]

[guys and guns]

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[ And out they go! The expanse behind the building is a secluded brush of woods — there's fencing half a football field away and an instructor comes out with them to show the weapon locker that features long-ranged rifles. Elizabeth doesn't mind taking that one. ]

This is more distance shooting... it's a lot harder but I can show you a few things I've picked up. I'm better with handguns but, rifles are pretty fun. Kickback is a bitch, though.

[ There's a plethora of targets — plenty at varying distance. ]

Which one do you want? Or I could go first...

[mercurio]

I definitely think you should go first!

[he quips, enthusiastically, camera back to hovering near his face area. he's taking so many shots, and this ensemble of background + elizabeth holding a gun like she knows her way around those (why wouldn't she? she's married to bigby, is the reminder prompto has to make to himself) would make for amazing shots.]

Show me how it's done, too.

[as... he gets down on one knee at a bit of a distance, photographing the moment. sorry about him.]

[tearable]

[ It doesn't take long for Elizabeth to succumb to his request. She gives a small smirk and grabs one of the rifles. It's definitely nothing special — a bolt action one that will make her collarbone hurt if she doesn't watch her form. ]

You can either line it on the table with a tripod, or hoist it up like so. I wouldn't say I'm a pro — not ...like this.

[ Elizabeth weighs the rifle a bit, feeling an odd feeling as if this feels wrong. Maybe more along the lines of a handgun would be better, but she pushes through.

Soon, she lifts the scope up to her vision. Her breath was steady, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she tries to calm the roaming reticle from an unshakey hand. Elizabeth sucks in a breath and soon a shot fires off. It sails past her intended target, digging into the dirt with no target. Her jolted body proves that it was an impact.

The casing of the shell hits the ground and she reloads with a quickness. The rifle reloaded, she takes aim again. ]

You can bet that I miss again, you know. Not exactly showing off.

[mercurio]

[behind the lens and some (camera) shots later, prompto is massively impressed. it's not so much that elizabeth is missing her intended target or not, but the fact that she looks so damn cool holding up the rifle.]

[she must definitely have had practice at this]

I'm not taking pictures of the targets...

[his camera clicks several times in succession, taking a break to watch]

Did mister Wolf teach you?

[tearable]

[ A shot rings true and finally hits impact onto the shoulder of the target. A groan on Elizabeth's end, she looks over with an unamused expression. Mainly on her own performance. ]

He wanted me to have a gun, but I wanted to learn how to use it. We were living in a bad part of town at the time. Shit. We met because I got mugged and he got looped up into it.

[ As the shell is kicked to the pile of empty canisters behind her, she smiles a bit. ]

If you have the equipment, it's a waste if you don't know how to properly use it. Like your camera.