10 - [Written//Spam]

[whateverthemess]

I need some target practice. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the CES.

[Spaaaam]

[She's not all that far past the door--it's a sunny, open field today, with low-cut grass. That suits Murphy just fine. She has three separate targets set up, all human-shaped pressboard dummies papered over with target sheets. They stand twenty-five yards apart, at

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Have a Cissie!

[notarrowette]

[Cissie read Murphy's post and thought about it for awhile. She still wasn't sure what she thought about Murphy's offer to teach her how to handle a gun. She really... didn't want to learn, but she was so tired of being afraid of herself. And she missed practicing with other people. So eventually, she grabbed her archery gear and headed for the CES. If Murphy was still there, maybe she would just watch, or join in for some of her own target practice. Maybe.

It wasn't hard to find Murphy in the CES. Gunshots are like that. The sounds also made Cissie's stomach knot up and unpleasant memories--similar gunshots and screaming and begging and then that silence--came to mind. This was... maybe not the best idea after all. She stood not far from Murphy, watching her shoot at people-shaped targets and considered backtracking before the other woman could see her. She just... couldn't quite seem to make herself move.]

BAWWW CISSIE :<

[whateverthemess]

[Murphy spots her as she ejects the clip from the gun and looks down at the tarp, considering another weapon. She gives her chin a little jerk in greeting, her expression creasing into a frown.] ...You okay?

[notarrowette]

[Cissie took a breath and shook her head briefly to settle herself. She laughed--weak and nervous, but still a laugh--and nodded, smiling maybe a little too widely, approaching her.] Yeah, sorry. It's just, uh. Loud. I mean, this close. [...Wow, she sounded stupid.]

[whateverthemess]

They can be a little scary. [Murphy smiles in what she hopes is an encouraging way, the steady curiosity not quite leaving her face.] The muffs help with the noise.

[She gives the objects in question a little wriggle in illustration before gesturing at Cissie's archery equipment.] Coming for some practice of your own?

[notarrowette]

[Cissie gives a tight smile, eyeing the tarp and weapons spread out on the ground.] Noise isn't really much of an issue in archery.

[Speaking of! She almost forgot about that. She smiles a little and shrugs.] Well. I read something about target practice. But I don't want to interrupt...

[whateverthemess]

It's not an interruption. [She stands back, gesturing for Cissie to take her place.] I'd like to see you shoot.

DERP, TL;DR AHEAD.

[notarrowette]

[Cissie smiles and manages a little laugh, coming closer to stand with Murphy in front of the targets.] Well, if you insist...

[She takes her time getting her gear ready, making sure the bowstring is tight enough and her arm guard is on properly and all that jazz. She's not stalling, though. No way. The shape of the target in front of her is... kind of achingly familiar. She could be eight years old instead of eighteen, standing in her backyard with her mother. She fits an arrow to her bow and raises it. But she hesitates, only lifting halfway. She hasn't used a human-shaped target since she was fifteen, and even then, the point was to aim at non-lethal points. Her mother may have been insane, but she had at least taught her daughter that heroes don't kill if they can help it. She can see clearly where Murphy was aiming--heart and head--and she reminds herself that that's what cops do when they have target practice. And it's only a vaguely human shaped piece of wood covered with paper. It's not a person. Cissie lifts the