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ataraxionlogs2012-09-20 08:36 pm
cons) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-09-20 08:36 pm
all i wanna do ( bang bang bang bang )
CHARACTERS: Wichita and YOU.
LOCATION: an unused REC ROOM.
WARNINGS: GUNS! ..yeah that's it. people will likely hear gunshots from the hallway, but nobody's getting hurt or anything.
SUMMARY: Wichita is having a little target practice of her own, because it's better than sitting around waiting for the next Horrible Thing to happen, heh.
NOTES: here is the accompanying network post. safety first! it really is OTA, if anybody just wants to tag around with Wichita I'm cool with that too. come one and all!
[ it took a while to set the whole thing up, but Wichita's managed to turn one of the recreation rooms into a bonafide shooting range. maybe not so much 'bonafide' as it is 'makeshift'. it's just like home! kind of. not like there were shooting ranges they could safely practice at in Zombieland, so they had to make due with what they had. abandoned barns, warehouses, sometimes big houses. any place with enough room to shoot and not worry about getting hit with debris. and this place does the trick!
she's got a few mats propped up against the back wall for stray bullets with enough buffer room to avoid putting dents in the hull, set up behind her intended targets, which are plates and cups and random things from a couple of the kitchens on the upper floors. things they've got enough of on the floors that actually have people living on them. that's her justification anyway; they'll be fine without a few plates.
it's been about twenty minutes since she finished the room and sent out her transmission, but she hasn't actually fired any shots yet. instead she's just leaning back against the wall on the opposite side of her targets, checking over her gun for the first time in a while. she almost always carries it on her, but actually firing it? it's been a while. like, not once since she got here. weird. but whatever, that's why she set this all up, so she could practice, get comfortable using it again. like hell was she going to get brainwashed or whatever because she couldn't defend herself. no, nobody would be getting the better of her like that again.
it's not long before she's lining up her first shot, not aiming for a target, but just a spot on one of those mats. it feels weirdly natural, holding her gun again. like now that she's doing it, it doesn't feel like it was that long ago that she was back home, running for her life and shooting down zombies. going for the headshot, sometimes actually hitting it, though mostly ended up getting them in the chest. whatever. whatever. she'd get better now, that's what this was about. so she breathes. and shoots.
blam, blam, blam.
yeah, she'll be fine. ]
LOCATION: an unused REC ROOM.
WARNINGS: GUNS! ..yeah that's it. people will likely hear gunshots from the hallway, but nobody's getting hurt or anything.
SUMMARY: Wichita is having a little target practice of her own, because it's better than sitting around waiting for the next Horrible Thing to happen, heh.
NOTES: here is the accompanying network post. safety first! it really is OTA, if anybody just wants to tag around with Wichita I'm cool with that too. come one and all!
[ it took a while to set the whole thing up, but Wichita's managed to turn one of the recreation rooms into a bonafide shooting range. maybe not so much 'bonafide' as it is 'makeshift'. it's just like home! kind of. not like there were shooting ranges they could safely practice at in Zombieland, so they had to make due with what they had. abandoned barns, warehouses, sometimes big houses. any place with enough room to shoot and not worry about getting hit with debris. and this place does the trick!
she's got a few mats propped up against the back wall for stray bullets with enough buffer room to avoid putting dents in the hull, set up behind her intended targets, which are plates and cups and random things from a couple of the kitchens on the upper floors. things they've got enough of on the floors that actually have people living on them. that's her justification anyway; they'll be fine without a few plates.
it's been about twenty minutes since she finished the room and sent out her transmission, but she hasn't actually fired any shots yet. instead she's just leaning back against the wall on the opposite side of her targets, checking over her gun for the first time in a while. she almost always carries it on her, but actually firing it? it's been a while. like, not once since she got here. weird. but whatever, that's why she set this all up, so she could practice, get comfortable using it again. like hell was she going to get brainwashed or whatever because she couldn't defend herself. no, nobody would be getting the better of her like that again.
it's not long before she's lining up her first shot, not aiming for a target, but just a spot on one of those mats. it feels weirdly natural, holding her gun again. like now that she's doing it, it doesn't feel like it was that long ago that she was back home, running for her life and shooting down zombies. going for the headshot, sometimes actually hitting it, though mostly ended up getting them in the chest. whatever. whatever. she'd get better now, that's what this was about. so she breathes. and shoots.
blam, blam, blam.
yeah, she'll be fine. ]
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oops bad callshe rolls the last bit of her nerves out of her shoulders, finally turning to face him properly with the most even expression she can manage, even stopping herself from rolling her eyes at him. ]I didn't want to break any targets before you got here, considering we've got a pretty limited supply. [ her eyes narrow a bit, but it's only because she got a thinky-thought. well, and she's still judging Moran like, a lot, but. mostly the thinking thing. ] How should we do this, then? Best out of five? Not that it's a competition. [ it is. ] I figure we should limit how many we break just for the sake of showing that I could kill a turkey if I wanted to.
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[ And, surprisingly, he holsters his gun and steps aside with a smile to offer Wichita the full shooting range. ] Ladies first.
[ It's an act in every way. He's no gentleman, but sometimes it pays to turn the proper manners on. This is a competition to him, as most things are, and he knows that people who aren't aware of his record as one of the best shots in India are often very quick to write him off based on his behavior alone. Letting Wichita go first gives her the opportunity to get comfortable, and gives Sebastian the opportunity to see what sort of aim she's capable of. It will also allow him to show off a bit when his turn comes up. Just a bit. ]
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[ hm! she will accept that false gentlemanliness and even lift her nose in the air a bit as she walks over to plant herself in the center of the rough shooting line she's drawn a good distance away from the plates. no, she has no method, no inhale/exhale Tallahassee routines, because in Zombieland there was no time for that, just your gut instincts and trusting your eye, so she basically just-
blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
miss, hit, hit, miss, hit.
blam
hit. ]
The first one didn't count. So, that's four for five. [ GRIN ]
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It's his turn to show off. He steps forward, giving her a serious look before he raises his revolver. Moran is skilled with a quick aim and a quick trigger finger, but they only work together, never separate. Otherwise you spend too much time aiming or you shoot without a thought. He trusts both his instincts and his eye.
Blam, a hit. ]
Say you've got a hellcat bearing down on you. Enormous, hungry tiger.
[ Blam, blam, hit, hit. ]
Just dying to sink her claws into you.
[ Blam, another hit.]
Rip your innards out, get a taste of blood.
[ Blam, one final hit finishes off his round. ]
The first one always counts.
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You're really pissed off about that couch, huh?
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I'm talking about still living tigers, chum.
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Well in that case, I didn't make a habit of hanging out with tigers, or anywhere near tigers, so I think I'm okay missing the first shot. [ she scratches her side with the handle of her gun, still just. watching his. because yeah what the hell ] Are you a hunter or something?
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What is it with this guy? ]
The best heavy game hunter on the Indian sub-continent. [ He inclines his head and takes one more shot, just because there's still an unbroken plate and he can't have that. He hits his mark. ] Though, you'll be pressed to find anyone who you don't need to bash into agreeing. Jealous sods, the lot of 'em. Can't even bag one cat, let alone a record amount. [ Still calm, despite what he's saying. ]
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even if he gets weirdly chill after shooting a bunch of dishes. right. still not not weirded out. ]
Geeze, I'm glad I didn't let you go after that turkey now. Sherlock would've been pretty upset if you'd riddled it with holes. [ frown ] The 002 Sherlock Holmes is the turkey's owner, by the way. Not sure if you've met him. Go figure.
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When she mentions Sherlock Holmes, however, there's a slight glint of recognition and interest in his eye. 002 Holmes approached him during his first jump, but as far as Moran knows, he hasn't met any of the three Sherlocks. All he has to go on is an elaborate drawing of the Sherlock who died in the swimming pool (and, by extension, his twin), because that's the Sherlock that Jim is interested in. ]
Which Holmes might that be?