Each step seems to complement the shooting arena. Glass bottles clicked with one another, and cigarettes kept being passed on to one another. It was like an age of distortion and breath of bliss.
K2's eyes couldn't help but blink rapidly with awe. Strawberry gas was the fireworks stripping within. And violet seduction swirled Aggressively like a deity inthis sultry chaos.
Worker-Synopsis-clanten: Damn! I can't get enough of this fruity musk inthis place. Come on.
K2 follows the workers trailing steps. The pulp echoes drench, with each consumer testing a weapon, on their spaces where they can shoot and aim freely.
K2 thought that he can easily get pulled in by the funky atmosphere. To his right, girls dance freely, some testing their weapons to swim inthe curdling alcohol. But to K2 this is also intimidating.
"Sup bra!"
A man with a sketched cap and a Black net-vest with shorts, twists a skateboard as he rides it with skill. He dodges hungry fake anatomies as targets. Flipping by, whislt using a gun. Clearly he is experienced with the gun.
The meandering path is in tune to K2 and the worker. As they go to a less occupied target space. Spotlights became moonlights within the anxious painted walls. The worker puts his hands in his pockets.
Worker-Synopsis-Clanten: Come on, we are here!
Five to ten Indivuals practice with their guns and blades, a fair mixture of man and woman. K2 and The worker-synopsis-clanten stand on an area, a radius where K2 will begin to test his Weapon, his gun.
"So this is it."
K2 spits a statement, yet seeking clarity. Closing his fabricated Palm and spreading his fingers a few times, his hands were slowly sweaty.
The worker turns his step to face K2's direction, and nods to K2's words. The cool generated air caresses the messy Architecture of the area. And guns of the others in biting fired, being the noise compared to the area in sultry chaos before. Yet the music from the earlier area still reached, but with dim sounds due to the distance.
Worker-Synopsis-Clanten: This is it.
The worker clarified K2's statement.
The worker leans back on a wall, in classroom distance from K2's shooting spot. He takes out a box of cigarettes, pulls out one, and ignites it's front, a habit he conjured over the years.
Worker-synopsis-clanten: Now get to testing. I ll just be here.
The cigarette heated the worker's lips smoothly, burning his strangled past.
K2 startles slightly. He takes a deep breath and looks forward at the targets, which are a tyrants clay, a verse of toture. K2 brings his gun to a position of aim, but he was stiff, clearly looking inexperienced.
The worker lifts one of his eyebrows as he notices, and he sighs.
Worker-Synopsis-Clanten: why are you trying to shoot, if you don't know how to Weild a gun?
K2's shoulders relax, his scratched secret shredded with words. He looks back at the worker, not expecting he would notice. With a numb breath K2 Completes the workers uncertainty.
"i actually never used a gun before, o
r any other weapon..."