Post by deirdre on Sept 11, 2007 2:28:35 GMT -5
"NEW!"
The pages are a blur. They move fast as they are exchanged. One descends right as the old one comes at you to show you the hits you have made. Deirdre never went by the numbers, just by the shots to the heart. She didnt usually aim for the head. The heart was what you took out.
She leaned down, a crystalline brown gaze through the gaping hole where that part of the target used to be. She sighed, flipping the release to the gun that she held. As she did, she looked down at what had become her old faithful. A Browning-Hi Power. It didnt do all that much damage..unless she got the right kind of bullets, but the kick was enough for her to handle easily. It bucked slightly, and with her strength, the gun didnt even get to move, staying trained on the target.
This gave her a deadly accurate aim, as most humans aim is messed up by their breathing. It causes the arms to move up and down even if only minutely. This and the body's muscles weakness, beginning to shake after being trained for only a short period, it ruins the aim, and allows the kick of the gun to bring the arms up more than usual. Humans. Deirdre huffed and slammed the new clip into the gun. They were annoying creatures. At least they were food.
She shoved all thoughts out of her head and emptied the clip at a speed that was almost too much for the gun to handle. She needed an automatic. This semi-automatic was just not fast enough for her tastes. It worked though. The target wasnt that damaged, as all of her shots hit a similar spot, only making the original hole a little wider.
She again, flicked out the old clip, but this time took out a package of bullets that she had purchased at the gun range front desk. She refused to waste her own bullets. Lead covered, hollow-tip, with silver shots in the center. The outer cover let her touch the bullet, but the hollow tip expanded on contact, releasing the shots into the intended target. They had been a hit during the war.
She slowly refilled the clip, slipping in one bullet after the other. She had the extended clips, which she rarely used. It held twelve instead of the usual eight. It didnt fit in as well with the gun, and she wore tight clothes. Couldnt have it sticking out so much could she? Indeed, she was wearing hip hugging jeans with a white belt, a white shirt with an image of a panda bear on the front in a light grey. Her choker, which was always a must, was the same fabric and make of the belt. It even shared the same modified clasp of a Japanese dragon. The only thing different about today, was that her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had on earplugs. Some of her hair didnt reach to the ponytail and lay in whisps down her cheeks. Needless to say, Deirdre was not one to blend in with a crowd. Not that there would be one at this time of night..
This was the only gun range she had ever found that stayed open twenty four hours a day. She decided to have fun with it, and began to take out all of the numbers. They were in a perfect line starting from the head to the groin, and from shoulder to shoulder, in a pattern that didnt pass the irony in Deirdre's mind. A cross. The only thing that messed it up was the hole in the corner. "Hmph.. Looks like the sun rising up from behind the cross.." Her mind was always coming up with needless ideas and thoughts like that. Oh well.. who was there to care?
The pages are a blur. They move fast as they are exchanged. One descends right as the old one comes at you to show you the hits you have made. Deirdre never went by the numbers, just by the shots to the heart. She didnt usually aim for the head. The heart was what you took out.
She leaned down, a crystalline brown gaze through the gaping hole where that part of the target used to be. She sighed, flipping the release to the gun that she held. As she did, she looked down at what had become her old faithful. A Browning-Hi Power. It didnt do all that much damage..unless she got the right kind of bullets, but the kick was enough for her to handle easily. It bucked slightly, and with her strength, the gun didnt even get to move, staying trained on the target.
This gave her a deadly accurate aim, as most humans aim is messed up by their breathing. It causes the arms to move up and down even if only minutely. This and the body's muscles weakness, beginning to shake after being trained for only a short period, it ruins the aim, and allows the kick of the gun to bring the arms up more than usual. Humans. Deirdre huffed and slammed the new clip into the gun. They were annoying creatures. At least they were food.
She shoved all thoughts out of her head and emptied the clip at a speed that was almost too much for the gun to handle. She needed an automatic. This semi-automatic was just not fast enough for her tastes. It worked though. The target wasnt that damaged, as all of her shots hit a similar spot, only making the original hole a little wider.
She again, flicked out the old clip, but this time took out a package of bullets that she had purchased at the gun range front desk. She refused to waste her own bullets. Lead covered, hollow-tip, with silver shots in the center. The outer cover let her touch the bullet, but the hollow tip expanded on contact, releasing the shots into the intended target. They had been a hit during the war.
She slowly refilled the clip, slipping in one bullet after the other. She had the extended clips, which she rarely used. It held twelve instead of the usual eight. It didnt fit in as well with the gun, and she wore tight clothes. Couldnt have it sticking out so much could she? Indeed, she was wearing hip hugging jeans with a white belt, a white shirt with an image of a panda bear on the front in a light grey. Her choker, which was always a must, was the same fabric and make of the belt. It even shared the same modified clasp of a Japanese dragon. The only thing different about today, was that her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had on earplugs. Some of her hair didnt reach to the ponytail and lay in whisps down her cheeks. Needless to say, Deirdre was not one to blend in with a crowd. Not that there would be one at this time of night..
This was the only gun range she had ever found that stayed open twenty four hours a day. She decided to have fun with it, and began to take out all of the numbers. They were in a perfect line starting from the head to the groin, and from shoulder to shoulder, in a pattern that didnt pass the irony in Deirdre's mind. A cross. The only thing that messed it up was the hole in the corner. "Hmph.. Looks like the sun rising up from behind the cross.." Her mind was always coming up with needless ideas and thoughts like that. Oh well.. who was there to care?