Post by solinbeb on Feb 28, 2016 5:55:09 GMT
Ashe
He'd just gotten back to the compound a few hours ago and he'd left the boxes of standard ammo in the armory. In the time sense, he'd been marking off what would be a target range. He'd measured using one of his scopes and marked certain trees along a basic line of sight...then put up some make shift barricades, some about the size of a door, others more a section of a wall with a hole barely large enough to be a window. If anyone else were to see it, they'd probably think it was a paintball range. He was thinking something more of urban combat ranges.
He makes his way back to his car and pulls out the box of clay targets and starts making his way back across to his firing range, figuring that clay targets were a hell of a lot cheaper than beer bottles, even if they weren't nearly as much fun to use.
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He makes it past the cabin and sets the case of targets just outside the armor before pulling a cigarette from his pack and lighting it. He takes a few slow deep breaths of his cancer sticks, then pulls the case open and grabs a ten stack from it, then turns to start walking out into the range. He doesn't think anything of how quiet it is, really... kinda enjoying how peaceful and quiet this place was. He gets to the first few target stands and places some of the clay disks. He glances around a bit, then starts towards the next stand.
--
He continues to drop off the target disks behind the various vision impairments until his hands were emptier than his first flask. He takes another long slow drag and looks towards the sky, watching the wind blow through the branches, causing the few stars to flicker overhead. He scratches his head a bit, then his ass...before he starts walking back uprange, stretching out some as he continues walking.
"Lord, even though everyone's goin along the lines of you being missing... I'd hate to think you were completely ignoring everything. I know the world's gone to shit...and that's supposed to be the end of it... well, I rather enjoy living, and I'd like to stick around a bit longer...preferably living while doing it." He makes past a few more targets, then shakes his head. "Come on...your people got me here, tell me there's more to this than making ammo to kill your kids and all these sinners that came back."
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Molly
"Clay pigeons don't shoot back youknow." I'm not far, likely he'd already noticed me, I saw him come out with the stuff and set up, I got curious. I'd love to get my hands on a shotgun, I hear the kick can be quite hard.
It's a chilly day, I have my black knit hat low over my ears and my hands deep in the pockets of the short coat. I had been on my way to the stable to see on Mr. Frost, but this is interesting too. "I'd love to get my hands on a big weapon like that."
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Ashe
He glances over, stopping his conversation with the invisible sky dude and looks over to her.
"I'll be happy if half the kids out here can at least hit what they're aiming at first... and I figured smaller targets with some cover would be a decent challenge for the rookies." He looks over to Molly and lets a bit of the smoke curl up from his cigarette circle him for a bit as if he had his own halo. "And as far as the guns go... hand guns are going to be a bit more reliable for now... " He gets back to the armory door and pulls it open, looking over the guns he's completely stripped and rebuilt at least twice since arriving.
He looks at the shotgun hanging on the wall, then pulls one down, looking it over.
"But, if you prefer big ones... I'd say these would be better for ghosts and some lesser beasties...even if I have been making some demon shot."
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Molly
I follow, understanding that in close combat situations, a handgun would be more effective, quicker too. I peek into the armory looking from the pistols to the shotguns and back. "I can try both." I eyes Ashe and shrug. "Whatever you want, I'm game, these things don't scare me." I'd handled pellet guns and paintball guns before on the farm, but there was hardly any to no kick on them, they were easy to use, kids toys.
"Is that why you're out here, for training?" It is interesting, bring out the weapons to entice a bunch of crazy, damaged teenagers into participating in something educational. Everyone knows Father Kienan, I just don't picture him as very religious.
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Ashe
He nods a bit looking her over. "Handgun wise, I'd probably start you off small... a .25...maybe work up to a 9 millimeter. Shotgun....well, it's not like they hand anything smaller than a 12 gauge out here. No 410's laying around." He looks over the handguns a bit, then pulls one from the wall and takes it out of the holster. "This is just a 25...for size. I'll probably start everyone on it. I've got standard ammo to train people with...and quite a bit of my custom ammo for when hell breaks loose."
He flips the gun around and holds it by the barrel with the grip towards her. "I came here to make sure people were prepared for the worst. It's what I do, teach people to survive."
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Molly
I look over at all the guns, raising a brow when he assesses me, but then can't exactly give me a bazooka, pat me on the head and send me off to play, now can he. I take the handgun and step outside where there is a bit more space to look it over.
"It's so..small, I've seen toy pistols sold with candy inside that were bigger than this." Though I'm going to assume that with the right ammo, size people's matter. In my smaller hands, this gun fits nicely and yes, it is small, but probably easier to conceal.
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Ashe
"Smaller are a lot easier to conceal. If you go off campus, so to speak, you can carry it with you easier." He looks at her again, then takes one of the ammo clips with the standards in it and looks it over, then offers it to her. "Smaller guns are also a bit easier to control. I'm not going to say to just start plunking away with it either. When you're learning... you use both hands."
He takes the gun from his right chest holster and shows it to her, then he grips his hands on it the way he should. "Both hands will keep it steady.. primary hand, primary eye... line it up down the sights... gently squeeze."
He takes a few steps back, looking down the slowly darkening range he'd set up, then he shifts his stance for right handed shooting and brings up the gun...with both hands...then snaps a shot at the farthest target, a few sparks coming from it as it shatters.
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Molly
I arm the pistol, remove the safety (and I know this because I have seen enough movies and youtube video's) I do everything he does down to the placement of the hands, let out a breath then shoot at the target. The shot rings out and I hit the target, maybe not a bullseye but had it been anything living, It could have been slowed down.
I make a face as if having wanted to make a perfect shot on the first try.
--
Ashe
He watches, then nods, looking over her stance as his angel goes back into it's holster. "Not bad. Considering the ammo that I've been making, that shot would be a kill for most. Go ahead and take another shot, just at one of the closer ones to see if you can center things up a bit more." He adjusts her positioning just a bit, then steps back again.
"It'd say to take your time a bit more, but seeing as anything that sees you will likely be rushing...see how fast you can get it lined up on a far target...then shift to a closer one before shooting."
--
He'd just gotten back to the compound a few hours ago and he'd left the boxes of standard ammo in the armory. In the time sense, he'd been marking off what would be a target range. He'd measured using one of his scopes and marked certain trees along a basic line of sight...then put up some make shift barricades, some about the size of a door, others more a section of a wall with a hole barely large enough to be a window. If anyone else were to see it, they'd probably think it was a paintball range. He was thinking something more of urban combat ranges.
He makes his way back to his car and pulls out the box of clay targets and starts making his way back across to his firing range, figuring that clay targets were a hell of a lot cheaper than beer bottles, even if they weren't nearly as much fun to use.
--
He makes it past the cabin and sets the case of targets just outside the armor before pulling a cigarette from his pack and lighting it. He takes a few slow deep breaths of his cancer sticks, then pulls the case open and grabs a ten stack from it, then turns to start walking out into the range. He doesn't think anything of how quiet it is, really... kinda enjoying how peaceful and quiet this place was. He gets to the first few target stands and places some of the clay disks. He glances around a bit, then starts towards the next stand.
--
He continues to drop off the target disks behind the various vision impairments until his hands were emptier than his first flask. He takes another long slow drag and looks towards the sky, watching the wind blow through the branches, causing the few stars to flicker overhead. He scratches his head a bit, then his ass...before he starts walking back uprange, stretching out some as he continues walking.
"Lord, even though everyone's goin along the lines of you being missing... I'd hate to think you were completely ignoring everything. I know the world's gone to shit...and that's supposed to be the end of it... well, I rather enjoy living, and I'd like to stick around a bit longer...preferably living while doing it." He makes past a few more targets, then shakes his head. "Come on...your people got me here, tell me there's more to this than making ammo to kill your kids and all these sinners that came back."
--
Molly
"Clay pigeons don't shoot back youknow." I'm not far, likely he'd already noticed me, I saw him come out with the stuff and set up, I got curious. I'd love to get my hands on a shotgun, I hear the kick can be quite hard.
It's a chilly day, I have my black knit hat low over my ears and my hands deep in the pockets of the short coat. I had been on my way to the stable to see on Mr. Frost, but this is interesting too. "I'd love to get my hands on a big weapon like that."
--
Ashe
He glances over, stopping his conversation with the invisible sky dude and looks over to her.
"I'll be happy if half the kids out here can at least hit what they're aiming at first... and I figured smaller targets with some cover would be a decent challenge for the rookies." He looks over to Molly and lets a bit of the smoke curl up from his cigarette circle him for a bit as if he had his own halo. "And as far as the guns go... hand guns are going to be a bit more reliable for now... " He gets back to the armory door and pulls it open, looking over the guns he's completely stripped and rebuilt at least twice since arriving.
He looks at the shotgun hanging on the wall, then pulls one down, looking it over.
"But, if you prefer big ones... I'd say these would be better for ghosts and some lesser beasties...even if I have been making some demon shot."
--
Molly
I follow, understanding that in close combat situations, a handgun would be more effective, quicker too. I peek into the armory looking from the pistols to the shotguns and back. "I can try both." I eyes Ashe and shrug. "Whatever you want, I'm game, these things don't scare me." I'd handled pellet guns and paintball guns before on the farm, but there was hardly any to no kick on them, they were easy to use, kids toys.
"Is that why you're out here, for training?" It is interesting, bring out the weapons to entice a bunch of crazy, damaged teenagers into participating in something educational. Everyone knows Father Kienan, I just don't picture him as very religious.
--
Ashe
He nods a bit looking her over. "Handgun wise, I'd probably start you off small... a .25...maybe work up to a 9 millimeter. Shotgun....well, it's not like they hand anything smaller than a 12 gauge out here. No 410's laying around." He looks over the handguns a bit, then pulls one from the wall and takes it out of the holster. "This is just a 25...for size. I'll probably start everyone on it. I've got standard ammo to train people with...and quite a bit of my custom ammo for when hell breaks loose."
He flips the gun around and holds it by the barrel with the grip towards her. "I came here to make sure people were prepared for the worst. It's what I do, teach people to survive."
--
Molly
I look over at all the guns, raising a brow when he assesses me, but then can't exactly give me a bazooka, pat me on the head and send me off to play, now can he. I take the handgun and step outside where there is a bit more space to look it over.
"It's so..small, I've seen toy pistols sold with candy inside that were bigger than this." Though I'm going to assume that with the right ammo, size people's matter. In my smaller hands, this gun fits nicely and yes, it is small, but probably easier to conceal.
--
Ashe
"Smaller are a lot easier to conceal. If you go off campus, so to speak, you can carry it with you easier." He looks at her again, then takes one of the ammo clips with the standards in it and looks it over, then offers it to her. "Smaller guns are also a bit easier to control. I'm not going to say to just start plunking away with it either. When you're learning... you use both hands."
He takes the gun from his right chest holster and shows it to her, then he grips his hands on it the way he should. "Both hands will keep it steady.. primary hand, primary eye... line it up down the sights... gently squeeze."
He takes a few steps back, looking down the slowly darkening range he'd set up, then he shifts his stance for right handed shooting and brings up the gun...with both hands...then snaps a shot at the farthest target, a few sparks coming from it as it shatters.
--
Molly
I arm the pistol, remove the safety (and I know this because I have seen enough movies and youtube video's) I do everything he does down to the placement of the hands, let out a breath then shoot at the target. The shot rings out and I hit the target, maybe not a bullseye but had it been anything living, It could have been slowed down.
I make a face as if having wanted to make a perfect shot on the first try.
--
Ashe
He watches, then nods, looking over her stance as his angel goes back into it's holster. "Not bad. Considering the ammo that I've been making, that shot would be a kill for most. Go ahead and take another shot, just at one of the closer ones to see if you can center things up a bit more." He adjusts her positioning just a bit, then steps back again.
"It'd say to take your time a bit more, but seeing as anything that sees you will likely be rushing...see how fast you can get it lined up on a far target...then shift to a closer one before shooting."
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