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. ]

Comments

[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.