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riverviewlogs2017-10-01 02:11 pm
krasnaya_vdova) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-01 02:11 pm
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who: Ava and Bucky
what: Late-night meetings at a gun range. You know, the usual.
when: After the failed attempts at first aid
where: The gun range
warnings: I'll add if needed!
[Ava doesn't particularly sleep well, as a rule. Too many nightmares, too scared of her nightmares, of what they could mean for the people around her. So she sleeps fitfully, steals it when she can find it. And there are too many nights like tonight, where all that darkness gets bottled up in her throat and she has to do something. Sometimes it's sparring against shadows and dead ghosts, other times she ends up at the firing range.
She hangs the paper and then pulls the guns out of her duffle bag, checking them all carefully, setting them in front of her. She can't literally shoot the things that haunt her, but this is easy. One of the things that's all half-remembered muscle-memory and a link she'd never asked for. Finger on the trigger, that sudden break as she pulls, and her aim is deadly. There's hardly any variation in the groupings as she shoots, letting the gun drop at five shots, catching with her left hand, and her aim is still right on target.
She is a lot of things, but she isn't normal.]
what: Late-night meetings at a gun range. You know, the usual.
when: After the failed attempts at first aid
where: The gun range
warnings: I'll add if needed!
[Ava doesn't particularly sleep well, as a rule. Too many nightmares, too scared of her nightmares, of what they could mean for the people around her. So she sleeps fitfully, steals it when she can find it. And there are too many nights like tonight, where all that darkness gets bottled up in her throat and she has to do something. Sometimes it's sparring against shadows and dead ghosts, other times she ends up at the firing range.
She hangs the paper and then pulls the guns out of her duffle bag, checking them all carefully, setting them in front of her. She can't literally shoot the things that haunt her, but this is easy. One of the things that's all half-remembered muscle-memory and a link she'd never asked for. Finger on the trigger, that sudden break as she pulls, and her aim is deadly. There's hardly any variation in the groupings as she shoots, letting the gun drop at five shots, catching with her left hand, and her aim is still right on target.
She is a lot of things, but she isn't normal.]
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Username.
[It was the most anonymous thing he could think of for his handle when he arrived.]
Don't use it unless it's an emergency.
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Alright. Only in emergencies.
[Which probably means she wont call him first, considering Ava's definition of an emergency is pretty high, but he offered it, and that matters.
She nods quietly and starts putting the gun and the clips in her bag, taking out her sketchbook instead. Her only real hobby, and she liked sketching the buildings at night without people around. Helped her get out of her head, made it easier to get to sleep, sometimes.]
I'll see you around.
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He doesn't say anything else, there's nothing else to say, he just turns and walks away.]