Blue green eyes narrowed and eyed the newly placed hole in the tree, the barrel of the Glock 27 smoking with blue gray tendrils. The gun was lowered by steady hands and Claire eyed the pocked front of the tree yet again. She was still off by a few inches and it was sickening how annoying that was proving. Her target had been the knot in the tree and for the last hour she had managed to hit it a total of three times.
She huffed and reached up to her ears and tugged the earbuds out, the sound of Nickelback blaring from the tiny speakers. The d-ban’s list of possible downloadable songs had been surprisingly limited to those songs popular in the year 2010 and back. Oldies that most people her age had never heard of and were embarrassed when their parents talked about them.
’Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet
He hit the stage so full of rage
And let the whole world know it…’
She tapped a button on the d-ban and the music died away, leaving just the silence of the surrounding forest to enter her ears. The loud music had briefly dulled her hearing but as time passed she could pick up the silence that her gun firing had left in its wake. It must have scared off a lot of the local denizens.
Not that she was complaining. She hadn’t come here for battle practice; she’d come here to use it as a firing range. Idly, one of her hands left her gun and came to rub at one of her eyes. A headache had formed from concentrating so intently on her target. Hopefully with time and practice she would be able to do this without the accompanying pain…
“Ya’ done with that contraption?”
Her hand left her eye and she refocused her attention on the approaching Kash. Kash looked, for all that Claire could tell, annoyed with the loud noises and also slightly concerned as she surveyed the tree and its bullet wounds. The orange, glowing eyes squinted as she passed under a large patch of runny sunlight before relaxing once she was again in the shade.
“Got the hang of it yet?”
Claire’s lips thinned and she shook her head slightly. Kash grunted and nodded. “Well it takes time,”she said sagely and this only proved to annoy Claire more. What could the Kotemon tell her about time? Time wasn’t something Claire had. She had no idea what time she was actually in, even. She had to be ready for whatever came her way.
Her shoulders slumped slightly before she reached up and slid the gun into the holster for safe keeping. She cast one last look toward the tree before rolling her shoulders and starting to head toward the Trailmon.
“Let’s call it a day.”
Kash perked and quickly jogged to catch up to Claire. “Sounds good!”she said, grinning in the depths of her helm. “Let’s go find somethin’ else to take up time for now. Maybe a swing by the tavern or…”
“Yeah or the beac-er… wha?”
“We’ll go to the beach.”
“Why the beach!? What’s so great about it? All that happens is ya’ get sand in unpeasant places…”
Claire gave a disgruntled noise and cast a dirty look at her partner. “The same could happen at the desert and you wanted to go there,”she pointed out, feeling smug for cornering her partner into that one. The diminutive Kotemon shot her a dirty look while struggling to find another reason as to why the beach was a poor choice.
“Ya’ don’t have a swim suit!”
“I can get one in town. Have to drop off my gun anyway. It’s the beach and that’s final.”
((A fairly short solo for Claire to practice her new Glock. Doesn't serve a purpose outside of character development and to get me back into writing. XD;))
So short! 0.03 DEP and 150$~