6th Shot :: a friendly reminder of home

[notyetageneral]

1. [Action :: Morning :: 727 Anderson :: Housemates]
[Tyve wonders if she's making a bad decision. After the bees and the punching glove and all manner of boxes arriving at the house after that whole pranking episode, she's avoided opening the small box that also appeared with her name on it thus far. But for some reason a curiosity tugs at her to finally see what could be in it. While it's small perhaps it's something important from home. She sits at the kitchen table staring at it before taking a deep breath and opening it.

There's a bit of a yell as Tyve doubles over in her seat, clutching her face. It's not like she was expecting to experience the feeling of getting her face sliced all over again.

And..Uh.. There's a bit of a mess. But blood should be easy to get off the linoleum, right? ]

2. [Action :: Afternoon :: Shooting range :: Open]
[It looks like the whole bleeding out of your face thing was temporary as the scar on Tyve's face seems to be back to what it was before she arrived in Mayfield. Which is to say scar-like and not bleeding all over. In any event, she's at the shooting range and probably reaching regular status here now. But anyone who's seen her before will notice the scar and that she seems agitated as she shoots at the targets. In fact her form is pretty poor and she's missing an awful lot today. Nothing like a reminder of home to cause shots to go awry.]

3. [Action :: Makeout point :: Late Afternoon :: Open ]
[It probably isn't the best of places to sulk, but Tyve couldn't figure out any other place that was at least marginally as quiet as makeout point before the evening. And she's currently sitting on a log, with her gun in it's bag next to her. She seems to be deep in thought at times, occasionally throwing pebbles over the nearest precipice or, more often than not, agitatedly punching the log she's sitting on. She's got some scrapes and bruises on her hand for her troubles.]

4. [Phone :: Open]

How do you people make it day by day when you know that it's important that you return to your own world? [She's not sure why exactly she's asking, it's not like she's looking for advice, but here she is.]

Comments

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[strawberryredgrave]

(There's nothing quite like shooting something, right? Just squeezing the trigger and watching the bullet fly as it hits its mark...it's awesome.

And while this guy seems to be hitting those targets effortlessly with two pistols, he can't help but notice the girl whose aim was noticeably off. Anyone who shoots like that is shooting to shoot and not shooting to hit.)

You know you end up calming down faster if you actually hit the target, right?

[notyetageneral]

[Normally Tyve would probably respond with a polite nod of acknowledgement and perhaps some conversation. But she's so irritated today that her temper is out in full force. In fact she actually glares a bit at Dante.] I know. What. I. Am. Doing.

[As if to make a point, she reloads her rifle with the practiced hand of someone who at the very least does use guns regularly before shooting. And it hits the mark..Too bad it's not actually her own target on the range.]

[strawberryredgrave]

(This guy is so accustomed to women glaring at him, it doesn't bother him anymore.

At least she seems familiar with guns, with the way she reloads her rifle. The real issue is how off her aim is, despite actually hitting a target.)

Foul ball.

[notyetageneral]

[Here Dante, have a 16-year old girl scowling at you. She's not quite sure what you mean by "foul ball" but damned if that tone puts her on the defensive.] I don't think it's any of your concern. [Adjusts her sights and shoots again. She's back on her own target now.]

[strawberryredgrave]

It is since you shot my target.

(He really didn't mind that at all; he's just bringing it up for the hell of it.)

You're a good shot, but you're being sloppy. Something bothering you?

[notyetageneral]

[Are you tired of getting scowled at? Hope not!]

Absolutely nothing that would matt-[Nope. Saying nothing.]-None of your business! People can have off days.

[strawberryredgrave]

(Of course not! Scowl all you want.)

I never said people can't have off days. Besides, shooting things usually help with those...if you actually hit something.

[notyetageneral]

[There's a noise that might be a mix between irritation and embarrassment when Dante points out the obvious-That her own target is the proverbial broad side of the barn and she's missing terribly.]

What? I can certainly hit a target!

[strawberryredgrave]

Try taking a few deep breaths first. Seriously; calm yourself down. If this were a battle, you'd be dead. You want to use your anger for something? Channel it down the sight of your rifle.

(Which translates to "I'm watching you, so actually hit your target already."Or just some tough love...either way.)

[notyetageneral]

[She is besides herself but she does actually take a few deep breaths. Of course she knew how to focus! How dare her imply otherwise... She raises her rifle. Focus. Focus. Don't let that idiot get the better of you... She pulls the trigger.]

There. Happy now? [It's not a bullseye. But it's close enough and on her target to boot.]

[strawberryredgrave]

(He just shrugs.)

That's better. Now do it again.

[notyetageneral]

You're not my drill instructor, sir. [Probably no ounce of military training either, by her reckoning.] I think I've proven my competency.

[She's going to continue to scowl, but she'll oblige Dante this once, if only to get him off her back. She aims, shoots and.. Still on target but slightly further away than her last hit.]

[strawberryredgrave]

(At first, he was going to shake his head in disapproval, but Dante decided to give her some slack.)

Alright, alright; you got this. I know you can do better, though.

(And to emphasize his point, Dante twirls a pistol around his finger and fires a shot at his target without even looking.

Bullseye.)