SIX SHOOTER GUN / OPEN, TARGET PRACTICE

[charlie luciano]

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CHARLIE "LUCKY" LUCIANO

face to face with the man who sold the world

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It was about fucking time that Charlie had gotten his hands on these. Two handguns and a rifle, though there was a twist: they were BB guns. Why was he so happy about that? Well, as a last resort, the BBs could probably deal an enemy great pain if shot in a vulnerable place, but Charlie had discovered a stock of BB pellets. He could only find the three guns, but that was alright with him. They would be enough for target practice.

Charlie had set up a shooting range of sorts in the open terrain just outside of the city. On top of several garbage cans were glass bottles and stacked tin cans, all of which were going to be knocked over (or at least attempted to). He finished loading up the last of the guns and flipped the safety on. He spotted a few Badlanders out of the corner of his eye, gazing upon the scene in slight confusion. "Alright, listen up, all a' yous." The Council Member grunted, clasping the handgun in his fingers. "Wid' all of this Northstar bullshit goin' on, we needa' work on shooting." If Wolfbite hadn't jammed a blade into his damn collarbone, then he might've shot him square in the chest. He was still extremely disappointed that he hadn't done so. "I'm aware that some a' you don't have guns, but this stuff is still good t'know." And hey, maybe in the next raid, they could acquire some more weapons so that each Badlander could carry a firearm. "I 'ave some BB guns. Two handguns and a rifle." Charlie gestured to the other two guns displayed on the bench. "If any a' you know what you're doin', teach the otha's. If you don't, then get ova' here and pick up a gun. Try to shoot at the targets without missin'." He set his loaded handgun down for someone else to take and he stepped back, gaze flickering over to the first participants.

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BIOGRAPHY — JOIN THE BOARDWALK EMPIRE

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[DYLAN,]

tracking for the morning

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width:475px;font-size:9.3pt; line-height:15px; color:black;"][font=arial]Dylan had always been decent with his guns. Over the years the amount had dwindled to only two, his handgun and his AK-47, both of which he wasn't awful at aiming with. There was room for improvement, obviously, hence why he even bothered to approach Charlie's target practice. His right hand wouldn't be any use in a situation like this, being mangled and all, so it was down to his left, which was already injured slightly from the raid. But that didn't stop Dylan, and the brown-haired boy switched the safety off his handgun and stood in front of the first target without a word. He breathed in slightly and aimed the gun up with the target, eventually squeezing the trigger. BANG. The sound of smashing glass was enough for a relieved grin to light his features, "Good to know this hand isn't completely useless." He looked down at the damaged pinky, still wrapped up in a bandage, and sighed slightly.

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margaux would move over, scratching her head slightly. "uh.. alright! mind if i use the rifle?"

[charlie luciano]

CHARLIE "LUCKY" LUCIANO

won't stop 'till we're legend — BIOGRAPHY

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The first to arrive was Dylan. Charlie knew that he had some experience with guns, considering that he had brought an AK-47 to the raid on the Northstar District. Was he any good with them? Well, Charlie couldn't say. He would've paid more attention, but he had been too busy fighting for his life. Apparently, though, Dylan was a good shot. Charlie's gaze flew right to the shattering glass; that was impressive, especially with one hand on the trigger. He glanced back at Dylan and asked, "You think that otha' hand's gonna heal?" It was good that Dylan could still shoot with his good hand, but having both available was ideal.

The Council Member looked over at Margaux, who had also offered to take up the practice session. He gave a single nod, replying, "Take it." Charlie wasn't quite sure if Margaux was good at shooting, either. Perhaps he'd find out. If not, he could help her with it. Charlie wasn't professionally trained in shooting by any means, but his older brother had taught him the basics as a teenager. He knew enough to defend himself.

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#psychosocial.