Morning routines (ota with fighting skills)
Sherry had managed to get her side of the room done exactly how she wanted it, which had been changing the blankets to a more darker theme, It wasn't that she liked it, it's just it was easier for her to handle than sterile white.
Currently she was sitting on the floor, her gun cleaning kit out, the said gun in peices. It wasn't that it needed cleaning, it was just part of her daily routine, something she'd do before she went anywhere for the day.
The clip stayed out of the gun as she assembled it. She didn't even like placing one in the chamber. Most of the people she had met at the house so far didn't seem threatening so the gun usually stayed slipped away under her pillow. The clip was kept in her night stand.
Glancing at the clock she saw that she had managed to waste an hour. Quietly getting up, even though her roommate wasn't there, she got dressed, figuring she better start on the day. Today all she wanted to do was to spar with someone. Maybe if she was lucky she'd be able to find someone with survival training. Ric was fun, but she felt like she'd feel bad if she really hurt him.
Currently she was sitting on the floor, her gun cleaning kit out, the said gun in peices. It wasn't that it needed cleaning, it was just part of her daily routine, something she'd do before she went anywhere for the day.
The clip stayed out of the gun as she assembled it. She didn't even like placing one in the chamber. Most of the people she had met at the house so far didn't seem threatening so the gun usually stayed slipped away under her pillow. The clip was kept in her night stand.
Glancing at the clock she saw that she had managed to waste an hour. Quietly getting up, even though her roommate wasn't there, she got dressed, figuring she better start on the day. Today all she wanted to do was to spar with someone. Maybe if she was lucky she'd be able to find someone with survival training. Ric was fun, but she felt like she'd feel bad if she really hurt him.