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exsiliumlogs2014-01-04 12:43 pm
controlledvariable) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-04 12:43 pm
[open] delicate in every way but one
Date & Time: Late December/Early January
Location: The woods around Exsilium
Characters: Stephanie Brown and you~
Summary: Hunting! Doing stuff! No it's mostly just hunting
Warnings: Some descriptions of killing stuff, will update if it gets worse
Notes: This is mostly for people I talked with on the CR meme but feel free to tag in if you'd like to do a thing! You can run into her in the woods or in her way back into town or whathaveyou!
[Back when Ellie taught her to hunt, Steph never thought she'd have all that much use for it; they had plenty of money in old Exsilium, enough that she never worried about running out of funds or food. It definitely wasn't necessary on the moon, but now that they're in this snowy landscape and there's rent and utilities and food costs, it helps to catch some of their own meat, either to eat themselves or trade for something else. The killing part she's got down pat, though more often than not she takes the animals to one of the butcher's in Exsilium, rather than trying her hand at gutting and skinning. Ellie did teach her those parts, and it's not that Steph's worried about how gruesome it can be, but she's not good enough, and she doesn't want to waste anything due to a lack of skill.
So she sticks to the hunting, which is where she spends a few afternoons a week. She wears her Batgirl suit, sans cape and cowl, under a pair of jeans, a shirt and light coat, because the suit itself is heated, keeping her warm without layers that weigh her down. She picked up a rifle (illegally) while staying in New York, and she handles it with ease despite that whole no guns rule; it's been a long time since she's worried about that.
Mostly, she sticks to hares or rabbits, with the occasional penguin (though she always trade those, not wanting to take a dead bird back to the apartment she shares with an actual duck). The deer are tempting, and more than once she lines up a shot only to let it go, because she knows she can't haul the whole thing to a butcher. The smaller animals are easier to string up and carry back to civilization, even if it means she has to be extra careful about each shot, aiming for the head and succeeding nine times out of ten.
While she doesn't take any pleasure in killing, there's something familiar and reassuring in having to move silently through the woods, in the way she has to stop and listen for sounds of movement, in those final moments before she takes a shot. It's almost like being back on patrol, stalking criminals across the rooftops, spending hours on a stakeout, even though the snow covered woods is nothing like the streets of Gotham. It still helps, and she usually leaves the woods feeling better than when she went in.]
Location: The woods around Exsilium
Characters: Stephanie Brown and you~
Summary: Hunting! Doing stuff! No it's mostly just hunting
Warnings: Some descriptions of killing stuff, will update if it gets worse
Notes: This is mostly for people I talked with on the CR meme but feel free to tag in if you'd like to do a thing! You can run into her in the woods or in her way back into town or whathaveyou!
[Back when Ellie taught her to hunt, Steph never thought she'd have all that much use for it; they had plenty of money in old Exsilium, enough that she never worried about running out of funds or food. It definitely wasn't necessary on the moon, but now that they're in this snowy landscape and there's rent and utilities and food costs, it helps to catch some of their own meat, either to eat themselves or trade for something else. The killing part she's got down pat, though more often than not she takes the animals to one of the butcher's in Exsilium, rather than trying her hand at gutting and skinning. Ellie did teach her those parts, and it's not that Steph's worried about how gruesome it can be, but she's not good enough, and she doesn't want to waste anything due to a lack of skill.
So she sticks to the hunting, which is where she spends a few afternoons a week. She wears her Batgirl suit, sans cape and cowl, under a pair of jeans, a shirt and light coat, because the suit itself is heated, keeping her warm without layers that weigh her down. She picked up a rifle (illegally) while staying in New York, and she handles it with ease despite that whole no guns rule; it's been a long time since she's worried about that.
Mostly, she sticks to hares or rabbits, with the occasional penguin (though she always trade those, not wanting to take a dead bird back to the apartment she shares with an actual duck). The deer are tempting, and more than once she lines up a shot only to let it go, because she knows she can't haul the whole thing to a butcher. The smaller animals are easier to string up and carry back to civilization, even if it means she has to be extra careful about each shot, aiming for the head and succeeding nine times out of ten.
While she doesn't take any pleasure in killing, there's something familiar and reassuring in having to move silently through the woods, in the way she has to stop and listen for sounds of movement, in those final moments before she takes a shot. It's almost like being back on patrol, stalking criminals across the rooftops, spending hours on a stakeout, even though the snow covered woods is nothing like the streets of Gotham. It still helps, and she usually leaves the woods feeling better than when she went in.]
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[There's a brief pause.]
Then what weaponry did you start with?
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Couldn't really get my hands on any actual weapons until I was a teenager.
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...Why not? I mean, for your people, you have such short lives. Shouldn't you be training as early as possible?
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[Not counting some self defence, but she figures that's not really what he's talking about.]
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Really?
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[a beat, and:]
I mean - that's the country I grew up in, there's places where you can't escape war, and kids are turned into soldiers, or people have to learn to fight to protect themselves, but that's not everywhere.
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It sounds...nice. Safe. But what do you do?
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All sorts of things, kids and teenagers go to school, where they learn everything adults think they'll need to know for the world, and then most people get a job. Which can mean pretty much anything. My mom's a nurse, which is like a... healer? [is that the word she should be using?? anyway:] I'm learning to be a social worker, so I'd work with kids who don't have parets, or who couldn't live with their parents for whatever reason, and I'd help them find new families.
[That's simplifying things SO MUCH but it's a start, at least.]
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Interesting.
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[That's proably a joke, judging by her grin.
But she hasn't forgotten his earlier question, so:]
Ready for a crash course in firearms?
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Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. [He really is curious about that...gun.]
what if i just... handwave this....
It's a fairly simplified explanation, since she doubts he'll need to know the details of how a gun works, but it's a thorough one, and if he seems confused by any point, she'll elaborate or find another way to explain.
When the explanation is done, she smiles.]
Wanna give it a try?
completely fine by me lol
Ah... [Trying out something that explodes?]
Aye, why not?
ty u_u
[Which she does, taking her time to get into position and holding it for longer than necessary as she lines up a shot at a tree not too far away.
And then she puts her finger to the trigger and pulls, hitting the imprumpto target with ease.]
Think you've got it?
[Not that it's very complicated.]
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He is so excited to try this thing.]
Aye, think so.
[He takes the gun from her, holding it a bit awkwardly as he tries to work out how to aim with it.]
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Follow the line of sight on the top, and-- [This time she puts a hand on his shoulder to adjust where the gun is sitting.] There'll be a recoil, so make sure you're holding it steady.
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Licking his lips, he lines up the sight a bit more. A moment's hesitation, and he pulls the trigger.
Ah. That's a recoil.
His aim isn't off by much and he scowls, rubbing at his shoulder where the gun jerked back.] Wow.
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At least he's more sturdy than a human.]
Not bad for your first try, wanna take a second shot?
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