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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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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?