Shooting/Gun Club (Mark 1 xD)

[alex]

Alex stood there at the gun range arms folded across her bound chest as she glanced the place. Just how she'd imagined it would be when she came here for the first time, a nod of the head and she went from the range to the outhouse that held the cleaning equipment and various weapons of sizes, calibur and rates of fire. A smile as she pulled a few out and set them on tables.

The ones that were easy to handle were set out on one of the long tables, in the middle were the mediocre weapons and on the last table the ones that were a little harder to manage and keep control of.

A nod as she folded her arms again looking around the place as she went about setting things out.

"Guess I'll find out what it's like to be a teacher soon enough, there's bound to be some novices in this club." The words came as she set out a box of headphones and goggle like glasses. May as well do this properly if she was going to do it.

Now she just had to remember everything from when she was taught.

Rubbing the back of her neck she stretched and her back cracked in a few places.

Finally she headed outside the outhouse like extension of the firing range and stood there leaning against a wall.

"All right. Now I just wait. See who turns up and what they can handle. Hope that I can get a Vice president that actually knows what they're doing." Now all she did was waited, eyes glancing the place before she decided to go set up some targets. Heading down the range she did just that, though she set the targets on the lanes up at specific distances so they were all the same for the first few magazines of ammunition that people would be spending.

"Who knows maybe we might get enough people to start a shooting team..... That'd be nice... Dad would be proud."

[nathaniel]

Sighing, Nathaniel was currently walking outside. His destination: the Roaring Brook Ranch. It was time for the Shooting Club to meet, and he was pretty, well, excited wasn't a good way to describe him. No, more like... he was looking forward to it. Yeah, that's it. Anyways, the ranch was off of campus, so it took a good 10-20 minutes to walk the whole way there. He wasn't in any kind of rush, so it really didn't bother him. He wasn't taking in the scenery, or "stopping to smell the roses", but he took a glance every now and then of his surroundings. Otherwise, his eyes stared straight ahead.

When he did finally arrive at the ranch, he made his way to the outhouse where the weapons were stored. Entering, he looked around until his eyes locked on his desired weapon. His very own Browning 9mm Hi-power semi-automatic pistol, or rather, pistolss. He owns and uses two of them at a time, along with a few others he's got lying around here. It wasn't too uncommon, though, he has been a member of this club all throughout his time at KU. The numbers of weapons is bound to stack up over time. Exiting with his two weapons in hand, Nathaniel walked to the firing range, well aware it seemed n one besides himself seemed to be in attendance.

As he entered the firing range, he was soon corrected. He could immediately identify the person already there, setting up targets. Alex Craig. His assumed "twin". This, of course, wasn't true and was only a simple rumor. An annoying one at that. So what if the two boys looked uncannily alike, it didn't mean they were related. He had no siblings. Not now, at least. Shaking his head, he pushed away images of Iris that were threatening to enter his mind. He needed to stay focused if he was to shoot properly.

Setting his pistols aside the boxes of goggles and headphones, he jogged over to the other boy in the range. When he was in hearing distance, he said,

"So, Alex, fancy meeting you here. I've become the vice president this year, what about you?" Alex was a senior now, a fourth year, so it really wasn't surprising that he'd be in the position of president now. He'd also been a member for the last two or three years or so as well. But you can't always assume things.

[Rune Veliospirus Ravencroft]

A little known fact about Rune was that his dislike of guns, was more in people not knowing how to use one and using it for senseless violence. He actually studied firearms to an extent. And given the job only the staff knew he held, and a few select others... he had extensive training how to use them. Not to mention his uncle who not only taught him, but from where he inherited most of his collection. Though, he picked up a few extra's here and there. Regardless he felt like this club might be a nice break from the usual work in the martial arts/archery club, granted they were at different times and all. Either way, he went down to the basement with a duffel bag, grabbing what he intended to use today at the club, and a few magazines of ammo. Though, he double checked that the safety was on and that the chambers were clear. His rule was to always store a gun no mag, chamber clear, safety on... but once in a while he made a mistake. He was after all only human.

He then went up stairs, locked all the doors, and got on his Motorcycle, making his way to the roaring brook ranch where they had a area set up for target practice. It was a rather short drive from his house... but then again he had a tendency to go fast so that may have been why. He secured his bike, fixed the bag on his shoulder, and proceeded to the firing range. When he arrived, he saw two boys.. or well, one boy and one questionable boy standing there already. though, as far as actual grade he figured they were both above him. Though, the one reminded him of his friend Amelia.... most people mistook her for a guy cause of how she dressed, and the person definitely to him looked more feminine, but well, he wasn't going to bother with it. Is it was a girl trying to be a guy he wasn't gonna bother. It was a free country after all, people could do as they please. So long as they didn't break a law.

"Hi, names Rune Ravencroft" he said, setting his bag down by the ear covers and safety glasses, glad they seemed to be prepared. He had heard about the club his first year, but being a school thing was terrified that it would be half assed done. He looked at the assortment of weapons that had been put out, going from what was generally considered easy to handle to what would be harder. Maybe I should have brought one of my bolt actions? he thought to himself, but decided to pass on it, and bring it next week. "I hope you don't mind that I brought my own stuff to use" he said, picking the bag up briefly to indicate it was all in there. He grabbed a pair of safety glasses and put them on, and put the ear protectors on so they were around his neck. He then went over to one of the areas and opened the bag, puling the weapons out one at a time. First was technically an Ar-15, but looking closer, it looked more like the full M-16A4, equipped with a holographic sight on the top in place of the carry handle, Then a MP5A2, OR rather, a civilian model where he had gone through the process and legal stuff to get it converted to being a standard A2 model. Then a replica of a thompson sub-machine gun, particularly the 1928 model that was most seen in gangster movies and all, which again, went through the legal stuff so he could have it full auto.. a gun like that lost something when reduced to single fire. And last but not least, his favorite handgun.. and the one he wished he could use on the force, the Desert Eagle XIX chambered in the ,50 action express. Honestly, he would prefer this over the standard 9mm round. He wanted to make sure that a bad guy went down and stayed down, something the 9mm wasn't always good at, and he had the wounds to prove it. He lay the M-16 and Mp5 out so that he could keep an eye on them, not wanting anyone to take them, and since like all the other guns currently had its safety on, chamber cleared, and no mag, put the Eagle in his belt at the side, since he didn't have the holster for it yet, that came in a couple days. He picked up the thompson, and pulled the 50-round drum mag out of the bag for it. He gave it a little tap to make sure the rounds weren't loose enough to cause a jam, and then slid the clip into place, but didn't chamber the first round. He would wait for the others to arrive and have protection and all before chambering a round and firing.

[seraphim3]

Amelia stared at the drawer in which her father’s guns sat in. When she’d taken up the ‘family business’ her father had taught her how to use the guns incase something went wrong after. When she’d left to come here he’d given them to her with a sneering comment on how ‘women needed extra protection’. In truth she felt better with her having them it meant he couldn’t use it on her little sister. On the other hand though…it worried her cause she had no idea what he’d down with them or even how he’d gotten them in the first place. Even touching the things made her skin crawl with disgust but she’d wanted to learn the proper way to use them and that was her reason for joining the club after all this time.

She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous habit whenever she was unsure of something, before opening the drawer. Inside was a Glock “Safe Action Pistol” Generation 4 or better known as Gen4. It was based on the G17/G22 MBS and while it left her skin crawling there was a part of her that absolutely loved it. Beside it was a 1894 Colt Bisley that Amelia had only fired once and it was during a practice. The sheer power of the gun had left her hands shaking for a while. Looking at the guns now she debated what to do before picking them both up and checking to make sure there was no ammo in either. Satisfied that she was safe, she slipped them into her bad along with a few magazines, a bit of ammo for the Colt and her equipment to clean them once she was finished.

Having already showered the moment she got up, Amelia threw on some clothes which were her usual baggy pants, t-shirt, vest and a newsboy cap. Shouldering her bag she grabbed her helmet and headed towards where she’d parked her motorcycle. Within moments she was weaving through traffic and speeding towards the Ranch. Coming to a screeching halt infront of the ranch she debated continuing to ride her bike but decided not to. She didn’t want to startle any of the horses on her way to the shooting range. Putting her motorcycle on lock and taking off her helmet she brought it with her as she headed round the ranch to the range. It didn’t take her long to see a few vague figures meaning some people had already arrived before her. Which was unsurprising with her hesitation and all when she’d been deciding to bring her own guns or not.

Lifting her cap for a moment and running a hand through her short blonde hair she debated what she wanted to do for a moment before putting the cap back on. She approached the area and immediately recognized Rune, the corner of her lip quirked up as she waved slightly towards him. However, her attention went back to the other two people there. Her eyes rested on a…was that a girl? Amelia’s mind categorized one of the people there that she somewhat recognized. Sure there was a…boy-ish quality but…still there was definitely something girl like. Shaking her head Amelia pushed it away, maybe she was just over thinking it or trying to sympathize with someone. The other person was definitely male there was no mistaking it. She also recognized him though only in passing. His name was Nathaniel Greenwood.

Nodding her head to both of them she patted the back on her shoulder gently, having wrapped both guns in clothes and laid them between sheets to make sure they stayed safe and unmarked. “I brought two of my own guns to practice with.” She wasn’t asking if she could use it, she was telling them that was what she was going to use. That was just the way she was and unfortunately that kind of attitude often got her into fights with people…that and getting mistaken for a guy.