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hanna scares chuck norris (adaptordie) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-01-28 00:45:00

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hanna heller, john winchester

Having found herself growing a bit restless over the past few days, Hanna finally decided that she was going to find something to do in the city. Sure, it was a bit chilly outside, considering it was winter, but given where she'd grown up, a slight bite in the air was nothing and certainly wasn't going to keep her cooped up inside. No, she simply donned a hoodie, stuck her PDA in her pocket and her handgun in the waistband of her jeans, and headed out to explore the city.

After spending a bit of time checking out some of the more badly damaged areas, Hanna finally managed to head out of the downtown area and toward the outskirts of Colligo. There weren't as many people, once you went far enough, and typically - in her very limited experience, at least - that was where the most interesting things could be found. Which, in this instance, turned out to be something that Hanna was quite pleased to find.

A shooting range.

True, she could have simply used the Danger Room in the mansion if she wanted to do any sort of training, but there was something about being out in the open, not being tricked by technology to believe she was, that Hanna preferred. So with no real hesitation, she made her way toward the range. Although not eighteen, and therefore not technically old enough to be there on her own (as per the rules posted by the front gate), luck happened to be on her side. Either he simply didn't care about the rules, or figured she was old enough and wasn't going to bother checking, but for whatever reason the man working the counter didn't even give her a second glance. He simply took the amount owed for an hour at the range, made sure she was set up with a couple different types of firearms and ammo, and pointed out the different areas of the range on a map so she would know where to go depending on what sort of practice she was looking for.

All-in-all, the entire process took less than five minutes and, by the end of it, Hanna was stationed in front of a target setting a hundred yards away. Ignoring the handful of glances coming from a few of the nearby patrons - most of them older men who seemed to find something funny about her being there and were elbowing each other and grinning in her direction - Hanna next drew her own weapon from her waistband, took aim, and fired six shots in rapid succession.

She hit the bullseye each and every time.

She also smiled to herself, ever so slightly, as she began to reload and this time noted that the men who had been teasing her had promptly stopped doing so.

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allisawwasevil
2013-01-28 07:37 am UTC (link)

There was a murmuring around him, an uncomfortable twitter that spread along the crowd. Someone this young wasn't supposed to know things like that. A girl wasn't supposed to know things like that. Nobody was supposed to know something which helped them effectively murder another human being. Not unless they were military. Not unless they were combat trained. But John didn't have any of those sort of reservations. The only reaction he had to her words was to smile, the quietly impressed look shining through his eyes before they were diverted back to the target.

"Far too true," John said with a quiet chuckle. "We call ourselves the smartest animals on God's green earth, and yet, when it comes to our own weapons, we're pretty hapless at keeping ourselves alive."

Unless, of course, you knew the tricks, remembered them consciously, but how many people were actually dropped into a firefight enough times to figure out that if you wanted to stay alive, you had to make yourself hard to hit? Few and even fewer who stayed alive long enough to realize it. Though, even at her young age, she had the look of someone who had, who'd at least seen enough to know that there were times when you needed to be prepared to kill or be killed.

"Though, we both seem pretty well versed in unsettling the natives," John said, glancing back at the other guys in the place and giving them a hard stare. There was nothing more to see here. They could get back to their own targets, if they pleased.

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adaptordie
2013-01-29 06:19 pm UTC (link)

"Adapt or die," Hanna said matter-of-factly. "That is what my father taught me. Always keep thinking and adapt, or die." There was no real emotion there, no hardening nor any sorrow or fondness when speaking of her father. She sounded simply like someone repeated a phrase they certainly believed, and had heard a great deal.

Next, she cast a glance over her shoulder, toward the locals, and gave them all a small smile. "Hello," she murmured politely. That action, coupled with the hard stares from John, caused the majority of them to turn their attention back to their own business. Some continued to cast sideways, wariness filled glances their way, though.

"I prefer to hunt elk," Hanna admitted with that same small smile as she looked back to John. "The pattern they run in is intricate and they look magnificent doing so." Her attention once more fell to the target and she tilted her head slightly. Then she straightened up, shrugged, and pressed the button to bring the target to her. There wasn't very much left of it. She needed to switch it out before changing to another weapon.

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