Town Gun Range, early evening

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Paper targets. Primitive, but it would do. Tex picked up the handgun that the owner had assured her was the most used around here. Not exactly spartan made, with a sigh she undid one of her gloves and tried the gun out. Primitive, but she supposed it was effective enough on unarmoured targets. She put the gun down, put her glove back on and continued practicing her aim. Nothing quit compared to this. Except maybe a moving target or Caboose.

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[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::walks up to the range::

Huh. Didn't even know we had one of these. ::shrugs::

Yo... ::offers his hand:: Name's Ash, Art Department.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex looks down at the offered hand and then back up at Ash. "Tex, freelancer," she says before shooting another round into the target.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::frowns a little at the snub, then shrugs::

Freelance, huh? What sort of freelance?

::looks at the targets, and pulls out his shotgun::

Not exactly meant for paper targets, I think. ::fires::

Oh look, he's dead. ::laugh::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Kill people most of the time," Tex replies as she changes the magazine. "These paper targets are lame." She turns her head and looks at Ash, wondering how fast he could run.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Yeah, paper targets are real lame. Especially if they ain't movin'.

So... what are you? No offense, but your get-up is kinda all spaceman, and I figure I should get things straight around here.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"You could always grab one of the targets and run around with it. I'll shoot." Tex suggests.

She fully turns at his question and takes a step closer. "I'm human. I'd say just like you, but no that would be way off."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::scoffs::

Hey, I got all the right human bits. ::looks at his hand::

Well, I had all the right bits. Had a few cut backs at one point ::laugh::

Come on, buddy, lighten up! ::fires off another shot::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine where," Tex mutters. "That's not what I meant."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Huh. ::sets down his gun and looks over at Tex::

What do you mean, then? ::scratches his chin::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Genetically and cybernatically enhanced," Tex replies and wonders if someone inhanced his chin.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Whoa, good deal. I guess I got a little enhancement with this thing ::waves his metal hand::

I can crush cups with this. ::laughs::

So, Tex, huh? That the name your momma gave you, or a call-sign?

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex looks at his arm, "Cups?" She asks, unimpressed.

Her tone is definitely colder as she replies to his question. "It's all you're going to call me."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Whoa, sorry if I hit a sore spot, pal. ::shrugs:: My full name's Ashley if you're worried about havin' a dumb sounding name.

Look, I'm not wantin' to bother you if you're not wanting to talk. ::shrug:: Got enough people pissed off sorta at me as it is. ::grumble::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

She pauses for a moment and shakes her head. "Tex is what i'm known as. It's bad if people know your real name."

There's a pause and then she shrugs. "You're not bothering. You're shooting." She says as she starts firing again.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Tex is a damn fine name. Knew a Tex in high school. ::shoots another target::

Wasn't a good a marksman as you, though. ::laugh::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"It's a name."

She glances at his gun and smirks. "Guns like that aren't made for accurate shooting."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, accuracy works for jack when you need to blow off enough of a zombie to make sure he doesn't come after you any more.

::smiles, and looks at his gun::

I could run down all the specifications of this baby... have the whole sales pitch memorized. Everything from the walnut stock to the cobalt steel barrels. ::laughs::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex can respect that. She feels the same about her own gun and armour.

"Zombies?" She asks confused.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Dead things that decided to not stay dead. Shamble around, possibly wanting to turn you into things like them, possibly just out to eat your brain.

Had more than my fair share of run-ins with the type.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I know what zombies are, I just... they're not supposed to be real." Tex says with a frown.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Oh believe me, they're real. That's how I got my nice handy souveneir. ::laughs:: Handy, get it? ::laughs again::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's a real killer." She gives him a weird look, but it's not like he'd notice with her visor.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

So, Tex... You're a killer, and you're good with guns. What other hobbies can a guy like you have? ::laugh::

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex stops shooting and turns towards Ash. She steps right up to Ash, towering over his as she leans in and brings her visor very close to his face. "What did you say?" She growls out.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Whoa, buddy... did I say somethin' wrong? Didn't figure you for freaking out about things you'd made very clear. What's the matter?

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex sneers, for a moment it seems like she's about to grab Ash, but then she pulls away and leaves him standing there.