Second Wind

[bantorain]

-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...

Comments

[redorblueshot.livejournal.com]

[Was just passing by]

I beg to differ, m'am.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Not to discount your opinion, ma'am, but I doubt quite highly that you knew my father.

[4thdimensnskrt.livejournal.com]

_{[guess who's come to join you?]}

[mymic.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't set such high standards

<sub>[was just

exploring, or something]</sub>

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Ah . . . That's really loud. What are you doing, Miss Virginia?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Hey Maya. Want me to set up the targets again?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

E-eh?! Marivel?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Heh, sorry about that Lucas. I'm just practicing, is all.

[mymic.livejournal.com]

Yes? Is my appearance that alarming?

[4thdimensnskrt.livejournal.com]

Yes, please; I figured I'd stop by and join you.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Guns, right? Aren't those really dangerous?

[redorblueshot.livejournal.com]

I know that he raised his daughter to be very skillful with a gun.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[He's walking by and stops to watch]

Nice shooting senorita.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I thank you for the compliment, ma'am. But I know I can do better, too.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Hold on real quick! -She hops off to go set up the cans again. They're looking quite pulverized by this point.-

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I didn't hear you walk up, ha ha. Nor did I expect anyone.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Very dangerous. That's why only people who know how to use them should.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Thank you much, sir. Though, these pistols are a bit awkward to use compared to my ARMs.

[mymic.livejournal.com]

I do like to pride myself on the element of surprise, but I was simply on a walk, in this case. "Clearing my thoughts", you could say.

So I take it you're practicing?

[4thdimensnskrt.livejournal.com]

_{[Stands there, and waits.]}

Been here long, Virginia?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Eh, since before noon, at least.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Yes, ma'am. Gotta practice every day or else I'll get rusty.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

ARMS?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'd feel better if nobody knew how to use them. Or well, maybe more that they weren't here at all.

[4thdimensnskrt.livejournal.com]

So for awhile, then.

_{[loooooong pause]}

I asked Vash about a shooting range.