WHO: Brandon and Rory WHAT: Chilling after shooting lessons WHERE: Brandon's training ground WHEN: Forward-dated to March 21, early evening RATING: Medium, probably. Language and such. STATUS: In Progress
So there was absolutely no denying that Rory was not a born sharpshooter. She wasn't some undiscovered prodigy. But at least she was motivated. She had every reason to learn, and for her, that was typically all it took to get stubbornness to kick right in and help her through. Not many people got it in their heads to graduate high school at sixteen so they could finish medical school by twenty-two, and it certainly wasn't a cake walk. Being stubbornly unyielding once her mind was made up had its perks.
And for that reason, it amused her rather than leaving her defeated when it became clear that Lesson One was not going to be as overwhelmingly successful as she'd been hoping. Rory wasn't going to be plugging zombies from a distance just yet, but it was good to get used to handling a weapon. And she knew she'd keep at it. If not for herself, for her kid. After talking to Charlie and Rodeo, it was more than evident that she needed to be prepared for more than just zombies now.
Considering how much was on her mind, it was a marvel she could muster up even a grain of mildly positive thinking. She'd blame present company if anyone asked. Apparently her mood was tied directly to her hand's proximity to a firearm.
Since they were losing the light, it only made sense to call it a day. After surrendering the gun back to Brandon, Rory took a moment to properly appreciate the little rooftop setup. Well, not the set up so much as the view. Curiosity brought her to the edge of the roof, and deciding her chances of falling were slim, Rory took a seat so she could appreciate things comfortably.
"So I'm thinking your Face Shooter title is pretty safe."