Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959

Mariposa wondered if the man she had met once before in this same exact shooting range - Ambrose, she remembered - would be here again. He hadn't be completely rude, luckily, and helped her shooting that gun of his. She hoped he would be there again, she would love to shoot Final Echo again! Excited at the prospect, she went over to a target and lined up a shot, before letting loose the taut string and grinned at the bullseye.

"Maybe we could be friends! He seems like a person who doesn't have many friends..." 