( picture prompt meme )

[socketeer]

the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character. II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...) III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture. IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please. V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy. Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a> Embed image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL> Image width and height: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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pshhhh 'excellent' is more like it

[gunpoints]

[ emma is so prone to getting lost in her own mind when she's shooting like this, when the world narrows down to nothing but her and the gun in her hand and the crack of powder and lead. she's almost surprised to hear something else disturb the peace of the blazing afternoon, and she lowers her rifle, turning to look at her newest company.

she takes in the sight of goodnight, resting her gun in the crook of her elbow as she gives him a small nod of greeting. goodnight is a man emma can't quite peg: he's charming, articulate, but not the kind of man she'd expect to associate with sam chisolm — or the type to leap when sam comes calling. but, then again, most of the men that chisolm has assembled are not remotely the kind of heroes emma would have expected to come riding in to save her town.

but they'll do. ]

Thank you, Mister Robicheaux.

[ she knows she's good, and she doesn't much need a man to tell her the same — but polite woman that she is, she appreciates the compliment.

however, there's a challenge in that next statement, and her eyebrow lifts, just slightly. ]

Would you have me prove it, then?

[ she inclines her head slightly towards the targets she'd been shooting expectantly. ]

score.

[theangelofdeath]

[ she's not the first woman he's seen to handle a gun, but she's certainly the most skilled woman with a gun he's ever seen. unlike most men, he wasn't completely of the mind that women shouldn't do what men do. it was just, he'd never had the chance to witness many women like emma. he has the stray thought that her husband was a very lucky man. not that he, himself, would ever be the sort to settle down and have a family. he wouldn't wish his demons on anyone, instead keeping to himself and the partnership he shared with billy.

he nods and touches his hat at her thank you. he's not one to sugarcoat things, and try to make a person feel good about themselves when they had no right to do as such. but he had a feeling emma knew that, too.

he smirks a little at her question, hands planted loosely on his lips... then shrugs a shoulder lightly. ]

Go on, then. [ Goodnight looked out at the targets on the water... before nodding toward them. ] That little branch there.

[ of course, a moving target would be ideal but this was what they had to work with. goodnight would be watching her at this closer range and inspecting her technique. he wasn't about to start yelling and shouting at her like he had those pathetic townsmen, but then, not only because she's a lady. she has more talent in her little finger than they've got combined. he had a feeling she was tired, but she certainly wasn't to be blamed, not after what she'd been through. the exhaustion had long since set into his bones, but sleep wasn't easy to come by these days.

he could only hope he could help her without succumbing to the darkness again. it had been nipping at his heels since coming to this town - closer and closer every day. fortunately, he'd had a smoke before this back in the saloon, and it's calming aftereffects lingered sill. ]