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[ allison's decided to record this from the rooftop of one of the slightly shorter and less damaged buildings because why not; especially when the air is crisp and cold and helpful in clearing a troubled head. she's brushing back a stray piece of hair when she turns on the video, before using both hands to steady the tablet currently balanced on her knees. though she looks calm, there definitely seems to be a heaviness in her posture — like she's only just taken a moment to relax and let the good and bad of the situation sink in. the latter, it seems, is what's troubling her today. ]

Hi. [ a half-smile ]

I haven't been here too long, so I'm not so good at this. But how do you even begin to stop thinking and worrying about everything back home? Or at least about people. Family.

[ because the realization had been that her dad's alone now. or he's with gerard, which might actually be worse. she knows he's capable of taking care of himself, but she also hadn't exactly left at the best of times either. her tone turns more inquisitive, more determined as her brain tries to grasp at ideas of what she could do. ]

I know trying to be sent back is trouble, but if there's ways to let us travel, shouldn't there be some way for us to leave something? A note, a memento, or something to let people know we're okay.

[ if she could, she's sure he'd find it. she knows it'd probably make things too easy, but a girl can dream, can't she? the silence begins to stretch on too long and allison figures it's time to buck up and at least stop broadcasting her sullenness, so she just adds: ]

Thanks. [ and a shake of her head before the feed's switched off. ]

[ ooc: oops forgot to add that feel free to also find her outside! ]

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So long as you hold to it when you lose.

[But he's teasing, and he hopes she can hear that as he signs off.

Half an hour later he wanders down, picks up a modern gun to go along with his own, and sets up at one of the targets.]

[ allison's there about five or six minutes early, having finally decided to head indoors for the night when the weather takes a turn for the worse. she's sitting close to the entrance so it's easy to spot her roommate when he appears and stroll up beside him. ]

I hope you've got your wallet ready.

[ she's teasing back because as good as her accuracy might be with a bow, she has no idea how much that'll translate into this or how good jack is either. regardless of the outcome, she's glad she's getting the opportunity to get her mind off of things. ]

Ladies first!

[He grins over at her and nods toward one of the booths.]

You ever shot a gun before?

[It's not a patronizing question; just a curious one.]

I'll be honest, I'm much more of a bow and arrow kind of girl. But my family did used to sell guns and I know a thing or two. [ she.... hopes.

she does know enough of the basic such as how to load it up and get the proper stance going and everything. she shoots him a grin, har har, before getting into position. ]

I hope you're ready.

[With a little grin in return he settles into the next booth. To be honest, he quite likes shooting, even if he hates the instructors-- not because of anything they did, per se, but because he's not a fan of the way they try and get up close to him. Still, they proved useful-- he knows how to plan his feet, how to sight and aim his hand--

Six rounds, fired in short succession, and he's actually rather pleased. Not only did he manage to hit the target, but he even got some of them close to the center. Not bad at all.]

[ she watches his movement out of the corner of her eye before going ahead with her own thing. deep breaths and focus. she was going to focus and do her best with this.

her first shot just grazes the side of the target and she steadies herself with a frown. ]

Eyes of the prize, Allison. [ the mumble is accompanied by a slight shift in her stance and she tries to push any of her earlier worries out of her mind. the only thing that matters is the target and she fires off another two shots. not superbly great, but she does managed to hit the target this time.

the last few shots follow along the same vein, some getting closer to the middle than others, but it's pretty clear that she's still an amateur at this. ]

[But no better or worse than Jack-- after all, he only picked up his first gun a few months ago. In the end, he manages to beat her-- but only by a few points, and even he knows that was luck.]

Better'n I did on me first week. Christ, I didn't even know how to hold a gun. But tell you what, I'll treat anyway. Since I'm so nice an' all.

You had time to practice. [ it's more teasing than accusatory because she isn't a sore loser, thankfully. ]

How about we split it? You did actually manage to beat me.

Fair enough. What kinda food you like?

I don't suppose they have chinese take-out here.

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