No Tomorrows, No Regrets

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This again! Come ON! -Spoken as she kicks the door one last time for good measure. She wasn't going to waste time shooting it like last time. Especially seeing as the town saw fit to take away her guns this time. And Balin, nice as he was, was no Itachi. She wasn't sure she could handle this kind of thing again.-

May as well eat while we're here...

Now that I've got the stable fixed up after that IDIOT nearly wrecked it and scared Quicksilver half to death, I discover I've got a bit of free time.

Seeing as I'm honestly getting a bit rusty -Her battle with that man at the diner and the one at the dairy a month back was proof enough.-, I feel it's time I started practicing more with my gun skills. If anyone's willing to help me practice, I'd be mighty grateful. Any self respecting Drifter's got to be quick on the draw and true of aim, so I'm not going to shame myself by letting these skills go to waste. So who's up for it?

-Which means later in the day she'll be setting up targets in her yard. Cans, old bottles, and other small objects. She goes to great lengths to make certain they are at odd angles one normally wouldn't be shooting at. Which is why she's setting up tomato cans in the gutters.-

-Virginia is coming off of her droning as if waking from a long long nap. She doesn't pay mind to the fact that her house if full of drones at the moment. In fact, they seem to just leave tired mommy alone as she stumbles about in the house. As if to confirm to herself that she was, in fact, still in mayfield, she steps outside in the shining evening sun. The heat, even amongst the slight chilly wind, is familiar to her. It almost felt like the desert for a moment. In fact, she could swear she just heard the sound of Quicksilver snorting.

... And again...

Wait... There's a white horse... grazing on the daffodils she tried so hard to plant.

Her scream is loud enough to startle Quicksilver and just about anyone in ear shot.-



-Sometime later, over the phones-

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Erm...

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Um, does anyone want to help me convert the garage into a stable? My horse is here and she needs somewhere to stay.

Of Jack Smith is there to keep an eye on Jane Smith as part of his job, and everything else I've heard is true...

At the party, I lost my cool and almost slapped Jane for comments she was making about my father. She didn't know what she was doing, though. I had no right. But the moment I tried to slap her, a small blade manifested in my throat. I could barely talk, much less continue my confrontation.

... Instinctively, I drew my gun on her. But the look in her face... she was absolutely terrified. Drones don't show fear, right? Not that kind. It was sincere and real and... I couldn't do it. I couldn't pull the trigger. What's more, in spite of my anger, and in spite of pointing a gun at her head, she helped me. If it weren't for her making a call to the doctor, I would be dead.


... What else is there to know about Jane Smith?

Okay, so, I've been ASLEEP as it's my day off and... what's all this I'm hearing about cereal and box tops? I'm really confused... can someone please explain what's going on?

And for that matter, what DO they mean by cereal? I thought that was just dried grain...

-Virginia's near the outskirts of town. She figured doing this in either the neighborhood, uptown, or downtown would get her in trouble with the drones. So instead she's taken to going a bit out of her way.

What is she doing? Well that's simple. Gun practice.

Specifically, fast drawing both of her pistols on targets placed throughout the terrain (old food cans). After a few shots (they seem to go by in less than a second), she tosses the guns into the air, and in an even faster motion, manages to reload them after tossing a clip's worth of bullets up after them and a swift motion of her arm. In another blink, she fires again (was that four shots or five? Who can tell?), knocking out the last of the targets. Her shooting stance seems to shift the whole time, making it nearly impossible to tell where her body will be positioned on the next shot.

Of course, once all the targests are hit, she can only sigh.-

Still not as good as daddy was...

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On one hand, I realize that my aim has actually gotten better in spite of not having much to shoot at lately.

On the other hand, I'm completely out of mud bullets. And I no longer have any casings. I wonder if I can safely cast rubber bullets without casings...

... I probably shouldn't, right?