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tampered2008-09-06 12:36 am
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Log; ongoing
When; September 5th, Weather Curse, midafternoon-ish
Rating; PG?
Characters; Riza Hawkeye [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
guardianed] & Sasha Nein [monochrome_mind]
Summary; Hawkeye's decided that Target Practice Therapy is in order, and winds up with company.
Log;
Too many things had changed suddenly. The revelation was at the base of Hawkeye's mood, and having a personal weather system mimic the sense of oppression and threat that had become more and more prevalent of late was definitely not helping.
The season had changed. Late winter to early fall. Two months had condensed to six days, and it had reminded the Lieutenant why she tried to avoid falling into the widespread habit of assuming time ran linearly, by using the normal days and months. The City was exhausting- how much more of her life would she live out here than she should have?
People had left and returned, people she did not know but who knew her, people she wanted to talk to were ... hard to find. Where was the Colonel, anyways? What was he doing that was so important? And then that nomination- no, that was a non-issue.
She had to stop thinking so much, or she would fall into ruts of thinking. It was second nature to take to the riflery range when things were bothering her- the combination of something she was good at and necessary training meant that it never felt like escapism.
So she was at the range. The pistols that had been strapped into their harness were laid on a bench behind her, and the rifle she'd had slung over her shoulder was automatically pulled forward, as she checked the mechanics of the gun, certain that there was nothing wrong, but habit and protocol dictated that she check anyways.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Riza Hawkeye [
guardianed] & Sasha Nein [monochrome_mind]Summary; Hawkeye's decided that Target Practice Therapy is in order, and winds up with company.
Log;
Too many things had changed suddenly. The revelation was at the base of Hawkeye's mood, and having a personal weather system mimic the sense of oppression and threat that had become more and more prevalent of late was definitely not helping.
The season had changed. Late winter to early fall. Two months had condensed to six days, and it had reminded the Lieutenant why she tried to avoid falling into the widespread habit of assuming time ran linearly, by using the normal days and months. The City was exhausting- how much more of her life would she live out here than she should have?
People had left and returned, people she did not know but who knew her, people she wanted to talk to were ... hard to find. Where was the Colonel, anyways? What was he doing that was so important? And then that nomination- no, that was a non-issue.
She had to stop thinking so much, or she would fall into ruts of thinking. It was second nature to take to the riflery range when things were bothering her- the combination of something she was good at and necessary training meant that it never felt like escapism.
So she was at the range. The pistols that had been strapped into their harness were laid on a bench behind her, and the rifle she'd had slung over her shoulder was automatically pulled forward, as she checked the mechanics of the gun, certain that there was nothing wrong, but habit and protocol dictated that she check anyways.