[closed] there comes a time when you swim or sink
Who: firebornfidelis and threedoctorates
When: Back to May 10th, four o' clock sharp.
Where: The ruins just outside Outpost #2.
What: Target practice and girltalk.
Format: prose~
Warnings: Probably nothing. Although they will probably be talking about LIFE AND DEATH STUFF like boys and hair and bullets :3
A few minutes before four Riza made her way out of Outpost Two, armed with most of her arsenal. In her shoulder holster was her small revolver and her Browning Hi-power and at her hip was the larger revolver (carrying normal rounds rather than silver ones at this time, though she has a few silver ones on her just in case) and in her thigh holster is the other semi-automatic. Those four are decently concealed. Conspicuously, her rifle is missing from her armaments at the moment, left in the little gun cabinet in her closet. She didn't need any more reminders of him on her person right now.
She was frustrated and angry and upset and she wasn't sure how much of it was her reaction to what he'd told her and to Lust's involvement in the whole thing and how much of it was a valid response to his stupidity and insensitivity. She'd spent the last twenty-four hours trying to figure it out and had only thought herself into circles about it. Which really only made her that much more frustrated.
But just being outside of her apartment was already helping. The air was a little damp and misty, as usual, but it was warm and comfortable in its own way. She listened to the sound of her own soft footsteps in the dirt and waited for Spencer to arrive. She was glad he was willing to come out with her. Hayate was a very good dog, but as far as his opinions went he was somewhat limited and she had reached the limit of what she could figure out on her own. And she knew that Spencer was intelligent and she trusted him and she knew he wouldn't be afraid to tell her his thoughts, so she hoped that talking to him would help her.
When: Back to May 10th, four o' clock sharp.
Where: The ruins just outside Outpost #2.
What: Target practice and girltalk.
Format: prose~
Warnings: Probably nothing. Although they will probably be talking about LIFE AND DEATH STUFF like boys and hair and bullets :3
A few minutes before four Riza made her way out of Outpost Two, armed with most of her arsenal. In her shoulder holster was her small revolver and her Browning Hi-power and at her hip was the larger revolver (carrying normal rounds rather than silver ones at this time, though she has a few silver ones on her just in case) and in her thigh holster is the other semi-automatic. Those four are decently concealed. Conspicuously, her rifle is missing from her armaments at the moment, left in the little gun cabinet in her closet. She didn't need any more reminders of him on her person right now.
She was frustrated and angry and upset and she wasn't sure how much of it was her reaction to what he'd told her and to Lust's involvement in the whole thing and how much of it was a valid response to his stupidity and insensitivity. She'd spent the last twenty-four hours trying to figure it out and had only thought herself into circles about it. Which really only made her that much more frustrated.
But just being outside of her apartment was already helping. The air was a little damp and misty, as usual, but it was warm and comfortable in its own way. She listened to the sound of her own soft footsteps in the dirt and waited for Spencer to arrive. She was glad he was willing to come out with her. Hayate was a very good dog, but as far as his opinions went he was somewhat limited and she had reached the limit of what she could figure out on her own. And she knew that Spencer was intelligent and she trusted him and she knew he wouldn't be afraid to tell her his thoughts, so she hoped that talking to him would help her.