[open] funny how fast things change

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Date & Time: April 18, morning/afternoon
Location: The Hold, the police station
Characters: Saul & you!
Summary: It's not laser tag, but at least he gets to shoot something. Pissed off as Saul may be, he knows he has to go get Jesse's records. First, though, he's going to blow off some steam and finally get acquainted with his weapon.
Warnings: n/a at the moment.

[Early morning finds Saul, surprisingly enough, in the Hold.

He doesn't like this place.

Then again, that can be said about this whole place, not just the Hold.

Anyway, there he is, down in one of the training rooms with his weapon and a box of cartridges that look just like the ones his weapon is meant to use but aren't quite. They're not electrified, these cartridges — he doesn't see the point in firing those at a training dummy. It'd be a waste.

And because someone made the mistake of telling him this thing is supposed to be sentient, he's talking to it.

The dummy he's been firing at has few cartridges sticking out of its torso. The rest? Stuck to the wall behind it.]

Come on, you piece of junk. Be sentient, or whatever. Aim yourself. God damn —

[He aims, fires off another round. This one winds up jammed at an awkward angle in the floor.]

Son of a bitch!

[Here's the thing: he doesn't know how to fire a gun like this. He also started the day off mad — actually, he hasn't stopped being mad since he talked to Lisbeth — and he's just getting madder. Mad enough that he almost flings his weapon across the room, but stops himself before he lets go, so all he really manages to do is tweak a muscle in his arm.]

*

[Luckily, being angry takes a lot of energy, so by the time he finishes off the box of rounds and changes into a suit (a suit that's in dire need of tailoring and a splash or two of color, but beggars can't be choosers) for his field trip to the police station, he's much more subdued.

Still mad, though.

He has no idea what he's going to come up against, once he gets there. What he'll find out, what will change as a consequence of him finding out, yadda yadda, blah blah, shit sucks. And while it's true that he wanted the chance to do his job again, he wasn't really hoping for this.

After pacing on the steps of the station for a solid three minutes full of fidgeting with his briefcase and tie, he passes through the door and assumes as cool an exterior as any, then strides up to the front desk.

And smiles.]

Comments

[solitaire]

<sub>( It’s contrary to Remy’s nature to train in public. The very basics of his fighting style are catching people by unawares; practicing in public would just give that all up too easily. Of course, he knows what it is to train with a team—oh, how well he knows it—but there’s no one here he trusts that much. No one here he cares about in that way, in that respect. So to keep in shape he runs across rooftops at night and practices with his staff in back alleys. He only goes to the Hold when he has to prove a point, which, more often than not, ends with him getting his ass kicked. So why is he here, again?

Because sometimes, he passes a scene like the one Saul’s creating and it just makes life a little brighter. He has no idea why this guy’s talking to his gun, but hey—to each his own.

He’s still in that trademark trench-coat, hands tucked into his pockets, when he gets a little closer to observe. Red eyes blink and his lisp curve into a gently mocking smile. )</sub>

She say anythin’ back, yet?

[gevurah]

[ Kate likes to sleep in but she finds herself once again laying in bed, staring into the white ceiling and nearly resigning herself to another restless night. She's been here, what, nearly six months? And she hasn't been able to settle even marginally to her liking.

Eventually, she climbs out of bed, throws on a simple hoodie and jeans combo and heads down to get breakfast. After a light meal, she's on her way back and reminding herself she needs to get as much intel as she can about the United Earth and their drugs when she catches the tail end of someone cursing. Shots being fired, too, although distinctly hitting nothing. She walks toward the entrance of the training room to see what the ruckus is all about.

Should she ask? Kate ponders for half a minute. ]

Alright in here?

[inthejunk]

[By now it's no surprise to walk into a training room and find it occupied, but this is a little more near violence than he likes first thing in the morning. Yosuke freezes at that ill aimed gunfire, and stares openly when the dude has a temper tantrum on top of it. Jeez...

He takes off his headphones, frowning slightly.]

Uh...Mr.Goodman? Are you alright?

[controlledvariable]

You're holding it wrong.

[A handy hint from one (1) Batgirl, who's hanging upside down from the rafters, as if this is a perfectly natural place for a young woman to be. The racket he's making drew her attention, and sometimes she can be a bit of a busy-body.

Also, she's bored.]

[worldswillburn]

[Kerrigan too is doing some weapon's training, though hers is going noticeably smoother. Even if she hadn't actually used a rifle in years, she still remembered it clearly. It was more to make sure that she stayed sharp, rather than actually expecting to improve her marksmanship abilities.

Hard to do much of that with these kind of targets.

Though it looked like not everybody else was having it so easy.]

Could you be any more pissed off?

[Didn't need to be a psychic to be able to tell.]