[Casey Steward] [Hello hello *G*]
to Izzy Montoya
[Izzy Montoya] [whoot! :)]
to Casey Steward
[Izzy Montoya] Izzy doesn’t relax like other people. She doesn’t stretch out in the sun, she doesn’t curl up with a book, she doesn’t do anything that most people would coin ‘relaxing’. No – Izzy does things like shoot zombies on the x-box, shoot bad guys on the x-box, clean her entire apartment before shooting aliens on the x-box, or this: shooting her gun at targets at a seedy gun range.
Raj, the guy at the counter, knows her by sight. He knows how much ammo she will buy, what lane she will use, how many targets she will go through – all by how wound up she seems to be at the moment. Today? He’s making a pretty penny letting her shoot.
She’s been here for a while, already, and doesn’t seem like she’s ready to stop. She takes a breath, closes her eyes, and fires again.
[just for fun dex+firearms]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] *closes her eyes BRIEFLY, and…
[Casey Steward] The door swings open and a new, but quite possibly soon to be loyal customer comes strolling through the door. He’s relaxed as he was the night before, laid back and casual as he takes a moment to look around the gun range, noting the sound of only one other gun going off in the range itself.
He saunters up to the counter and nods to Raj, a slight smirk on his lips as he looks past one more time and orders up a box of 9mm. He pays in cash, and thanks the man as he steps off heading for the range itself, looking around with a disinterested but sharp eye as he steps onto the range proper.
[Izzy Montoya] Izzy looks very much as she had the night before, as well. Her jacket is draped over the chair sitting against the wall behind her, and today’s blouse is a soft blue, tailored to fit her curves – what little there is over her lean frame – perfectly. Her slacks are black, pressed, and flaring a bit at the ankle, fitting smoothly over her hips. Her shoes are sensible, but not ugly, and her hair is down, though held back by the protective earmuffs. She always promises Raj she’ll wear the safety glasses, and she never does – those remain on the table in front of her.
She doesn’t look around as someone new joins. This is her place, her moment, her…
Well. her crappy shot. She snorts, and in irritation, fires off three rounds, rapidfire.
[fine! be that way! bangbangBANG! 3rb]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Casey Steward] Casey takes in the woman as he walks past her, heading for the table next to her’s. He sets down the box of ammunition and sets his gun box down on the table. The click of a key and the box is opened and the man lifts H&K from its cradle and sets it down on the table, pointed away from himself.
He takes a moment to put the gun box beneath the table before deftly picking up his firearm of choice and casually ejecting the clip. He then takes the time to begin loading it with shells, fingers working quickly and capably…trained fingers at that.
He doesnt even look up from what he’s doing as she fires and speak’s in the lull of her firing. His voice seemingly uninterested. “Adjust right…” Is his suggestion.
[Izzy Montoya] She hears the muffle of someone talking, and pulls off the headgear, and arches a brow, slightly. She starts to say something, and then remembers who he was drinking with the day before. Instead, she snaps her mouth shut, and turns to the target again.
Here, with practice, is not where she shoots the best. Under duress in a do or die situation? That is where she excels. Predictably.
[Casey Steward] Casey doesn’t even raise a brow when she doesn’t reply, its entirely possible she didn’t even hear him, and he hadn’t even looked up from his methodical efforts to prep his gun to fire. Only when she is sighting down the barrel does he pause, one bullet left to chamber as he watches her work.
He knew she was a cop…but not alot of cops kept up with their gunplay…much like they didn’t keep up with their exercise, this one on the other hand…seemed like she might.
[Izzy Montoya] She’s not just any cop. She is also Fenrir, the blood running hot and rich through her veins, telling tales of heroes and victory, so thick it’s a wonder she’s avoided being saddled with a True Born mate at her ‘advanced’ age. She knows he’s watching her now, and there’s a flicker of tension at the edge of her jaw. Not that she’s nervous – as she’s not. She’s just on edge.
Always.
She doesn’t seem to breathe this time, no preparation, no time to think. Just shoot.
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Casey Steward] There is a chuckle as she annihalates the target’s vital point’s. He nods ever so slowly before returning to his own firearm the last bullet fitted into the clip and its length slid into place with a dull thud. He holds it up two handed and seems perfectly relaxed in comparison to Izzy, his body almost lazy as he sights though the iron’s.
After a moment the safety is flicked off an a round is squeezed off almost simultaneously.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] He chuckles, and the corner of her lips curve into a smirk. She’s good – and she knows it. Of course, she’s had to be, but that’s beside the point. He finishes loading, and fires.
It’d be a lie to say she doesn’t peek. She does, and that brow arches just a fraction higher as she hits the button to pull her target in so she can change it out again.
[Casey Steward] He doesn’t pull his target back..not yet. He seems quite content to leave it with that head wound staring back at him. He seems to roll his neck for a moment before sighing and squeezing off one more round into the target.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] She sets her gun on the table in front of her, unhooks the target, crumples it and tosses it into the waste bin, and goes about hanging a fresh one. She glances over at his second shot, and chuckles, as she hits the button to send her target back out again. Once it’s there, she double checks the load in her clip before sliding it home again, lifting the pistol and firing.
No hesitation. No preparation. BangBangBang.
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Casey Steward] So that was more of an arm shot. He was still sighting in, getting used to such a small weapon. He was used to something else entirely as he reaches up and adjusts the iron sights and squeezes off another shot.
Where Izzy seems to enjoy a wall of lead, Casey is more methodical more timed with his shots, obviously two very different schools of training.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] Two different schools of training, perhaps, or she’s simply impatient, and likes to be done with the enemy as fast as possible. Likely, it’s somewhere in between. She is being artistic, now, aiming at different places on the target – head, shoulders, extremities, gut shots… wounding instead of killing her target. It’s rarely an option, but one should be prepared.
bangbangBANG.
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Casey Steward] A center mass shot was decent…but there was usually so much armour in the way there. Casey sighs again and squeezes off one more round. He’d already killed his target with the first shot, he really wasn’t that concerned at this point.
BLAM
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] Nothing like showing off to get the blood going, hm? She makes a soft, satisfied sound at the back of her throat, and ejects the clip from her pistol, opens her ammo box, and goes about reloading.
She leans a hip against the table, and watches him, openly.
[Casey Steward] He doesn’t even bother to notice her, he’s simply taking his time. Firing at an even pace, he might very well be the most methodical shooter she has ever seen…it contrasts with his very casual and laidback stance.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] He is methodical, true. It also makes him predictable. She continues to watch, occasionally looking at the target, as well as down to her clip as she loads it, but for the majority of the time, he holds her attention. He’s laidback and confident, casual. She by contrast is too fast, wound up. Different circumstances under which they learned to shoot, most likely.
“Consistent.”
It’s sort of like a compliment. Mostly.
[Casey Steward] “One shot, one kill is the motto after all.” He says as he sets his gun back down, his ear muffs removed. He hits the button and leans against the table with a sigh and turns to look over at Izzy with a slight smirk.
“Do you have an extended magazine for that side arm or are you just relying on the wall of lead?” He asks casually, not an insult, simply an inquiry.
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles, and lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “If I can’t kill it with 17 rounds, I deserve to get got.”
Simple enough, really. “Well, that plus the backup on my ankle.” Not that either did very well against the last disgusting thing she had to face without the backup of her human team. Ugh. Worms.
[Casey Steward] He nods at that and gestures to the handgun that sat on his table and shrugged. “I find getting close enough to use this little fella is not my first choice to begin with. I tend to be around the seven hundred yard range.”
He says as he pulls down the target and crumples it, tossing it into the waste bin. ”
[Izzy Montoya] “They like it close and in your face in Chicago.” Ahhh, the infamous they. “Though I’ll keep that in mind. If your any good at that range.”
Cocky little shit, isn’t she?
[faded]