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[wellsuited]

Who: Jason (jaytodd), Elena (wellsuited)
When: Backdated a couple of days, late afternoonish
Where: Empty Arena, Dismas
Format: Action
What: First meetings and business dealings.
Warnings: Possibly language? Gunshots?

Comments

[jaytodd]

[The Arena. He really hadn't missed working on the repair crew. Sure, it had given him something to do, and working physically always felt good, but he had stuck himself there.

He hadn't gone back to the back alleys fights in a while, either.

His hands in his pockets, he stepped inside the empty building, and spotted the blond at once. His goal was to get his hands on one gun - maybe even two, if she had the models he wanted.

After all, who knew what the next wave of mist would bring?]

Elena.

[wellsuited]

You're right on time.

[She smiled at him, but it was mostly just a polite one. Still, her eyes are always curious and sweep over him, missing nothing.]

It's strange being here when no one's around. It's usually so loud and--

[Violent.]

--lively.

[Elena walked towards him, pulling one of the guns from the shoulder holster under her jacket and offering it out to him.]

That's the Glock. There's a target over there.

[She nodded towards a section of the seating where she'd placed a paper target. It wouldn't be the first time a gun was shot in the arena...it certainly wouldn't be the last.]

[jaytodd]

[he acknowledged her words, but didn't add anything to the chitchat. He took the Glock, examining it, pulling the magazine out, checking everything short of dismantling it all. It was the model he had asked for.

He faced the target, got himself in stance and fired. Elena hadn't been dragging when she had said pristine condition. There was nothing to find to complain about.]

Hm. You have the P226?

[if she went to the paper target, she'd find the bullet hole between where an adult man's eyes would be]

[wellsuited]

[She can't keep a smile from her lips as she watches him. He knows what he's doing. Seems like lately all she does is teach others, from the basics up.

When he fires, Elena doesn't need to go up to the target. She can tell that he hit the mark squarely.]

Right.

[She nods and pulls the second gun from within her jacket.]

These are two of the first guns I bought when I first arrived. They've never let me down.

[She locks her arms behind her back, eyes trailing back to the target.]

Where'd you learn to shoot like that?