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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 8:52 am
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Month 9, day 23.
Fox had still not turned to alcoholism to the great joy of her overly worried mother. Certainly, nobody had needled at the wound in the back of her mind, but it was still there. There, hidden under a thick layer of optimism fueled by coffee, her cat, and making sure Waffle and Habanero were taken out on walks at least twice a day. She was good at the desk. People apparently liked her when they walked in with whatever problem it was they were having that day – and people always had a lot of problems. That’s why there were a million forms in different colors that Fox made sure got shuffled to the correct departments. But sitting behind the desk didn’t really help in the way it was meant to.
That’s what Dr. Scully had said.
‘How many times have you shot your gun since the incident?’ Less often than I clean it. Sometimes she would stand in front of the mirror at home with that gun in her hand, the clip out on her bed and looking down the barrel. Not in a death wish way, but to remind herself what it looked like to have it pointed at her. But it didn’t instill that same chill. Every time, she knew she was safe and it was the one thing that she couldn’t replicate.
Still, her therapist was right. She hadn’t really pulled the trigger on that gun in months. She’d practiced up a little bit once she’d been in Ashdown, simply to remind herself she was capable of it, but once the hiring was complete….nothing. Nothing but the slight chill that went down her shoulders whenever she held it. How was she supposed to rise to the task if she just allowed herself to rust over?
Bento was very disappointed to find her morning cuddle session had been interrupted half an hour early that day. The curly feline meowed in disappointment and despair as she was set on the bed after having every single claw that desperately held on for dear love pried out of Fox’s shoulder. She followed after Fox, meowing, and meowing, and meowing all the way to the front door where she finally at least earned a rub between her eyes along the bridge of her nose. “Okay little lady. The house is yours until I get back. I’ll see you soon, sweetie,” Fox bid, kissing the feline on the top of her head (and nearly getting a cat up the shoulder again) before she turned off the lights and was off.
After checking the lock 4 times to be sure her precious cargo (see: Bento) would not be stolen.
The walk from her apartment to the station wasn’t bad – at least while the weather was decent. She’d eventually have to finish pulling stuff out of her car so she could drive it into work once fall came again. Still, she bypassed her usual coffee stop that morning (sorry Revolver! Six shots of espresso would make her far too jittery to shoot in a straight line!) and had enough time to barely shove a bagel in her face before she’d gotten to the range down the street from the station.
The check in to use the range was a pretty standard procedure. Yes here’s my ID, hello yes, this is my gun, yes I do have my required safety gear, no I don’t want to try one of the guns you have on hand, I have my own ammo, yes you’re free to hold onto that until I am done so I can’t just walk off without paying you, thank you, thank you, yes I will have a good time.
Maybe.
Fox carefully adjusted her eye and ear protection in the silent chamber between civilization and the deafening range, releasing the clip of her gun and making sure everything looked clean. It always looked clean. She was meticulous about it.
Once she was sure her gear was clean, inside she went, gently setting her bag at the lane of her choice and acquainting herself with the controls for the targets. She set it at a mid range, then sighed deeply. Ok. She could pull the trigger. It was fine.
Nobody there to judge her.
Blade Kuroda I am so sorry that turned into a novel. :V :V :V
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 10:46 am
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Fox held the gun in her hands, testing and retesting the hold on it repeatedly. By the book. She knew where it would push against her hand, into calluses made from the same practice back when she'd been in the academy. Calluses trying to wear away now from a lack of use. It just didn't feel natural anymore. Was it ever supposed to?
Once she was sure the weapon was not going to blow up in her face if she fired it, she carefully took stance, raised her arms and fired once. The trigger felt heavier than before - though it had always taken a little more effort to pull than she'd ever imagined - but the follow up response was immediate. A hole ripped through the target, much farther away than she'd wanted it to.
After making sure the casing had safely ejected from the gun, she fired again. This one seemed even farther away. She knew she was better than this. A deep breath, she fired again. It ripped through the second most inner circle on the chest of the target. Better. She'd focus on there for now.
Her aim didn't exactly improve as she went through the rest of the clip, ejecting it to load again. It was in this time she glanced over to Shun's target, noting for the first time that one of her superiors was also in the range. She hadn't exactly been privy to the knowledge of his injury (outside of the fact there was one), and it made her interest in his target more noted. Part of her also wanted into his head.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 11:29 am
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Oof. That was rough. Fox had always thought aiming with one eye was easier, but based on how well Shun had done, she was ready to amend her opinion. Though now she wondered - had it been his dominant eye? If he was trying to relearn that sort of aiming, it would have been difficult. She hadn't really interacted with many of her fellow officers (outside of her exuberant coffee runs, deliveries of various papers, and other fun shenanigans of the 'taking my work seriously but WITH GUSTO' variety), so she wasn't sure how he would have taken her feedback.
Setting the clipless gun and the clip down on the table, she moved from her lane to stand behind Shun's shoulder, eyeing the target. "May I watch for a minute?" she asked, louder than usual because of the protective ear gear (because a nice echo-y room with loud noises was a sure way to ******** up your hearing). She would have easily backed down if requested, but she had a thought and wanted to see how he was shooting first.
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demon_pachabel rolled 17 6-sided dice:
4, 5, 6, 6, 4, 2, 1, 6, 4, 6, 5, 5, 3, 2, 6, 5, 6
Total: 76 (17-102)
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 12:41 pm
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"Just saying no would," Fox pointed out, but leaned back, watching with some curiosity. Not about his skill level, but just a thought she was having. For the first few shots, she thought nothing of it, just nodding quietly as she observed. It was the last shot that startled Fox. The sudden change in aim was definitely not a purposeful thing and for a minute she stared at Shun's back, debating asking about it.
She decided against it. Wasn't any of her business anyways.
In fact, Fox had considered making a suggestion, decided it wasn't her place and moved from where she'd set up to watch. There was a certain extra purpose in her step as she took her own gun back up, checking the sights on the top, and then using them as her guide point for her own aiming. She'd have to test her own theory to see if it was on point before she tried to give any advice.
Well.
That seemed to work OK, then. At least it was the steadiest she'd ever actually fired the gun in the last few months. Perhaps she was going about her 'reasons to get better at shooting' a little wrong.
[6 = Look at that accuracy you did it, 3-5 = That was OK, 1-2 = Why. Going off a Glock magazine since Glocks are standard police issue and hold 17 bullets.]
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 6:37 pm
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