You were right, the shelter's looking for help. And there are a couple restaurants looking for people to do the basics like pour water and clean the tables off. That sounds easy enough. I don't think I'm much of a salesman so I'm skipping the shops.
[ He may already be detouring so his path of job hunting will take him past the range. ]
One more thing to get used to. Thanks for the warning. It's looking like either a restaurant or a store if I want decent pay, so now I just wait for someone to call me back.
I wasn't expecting there to be so much waiting involved. How hard is it to pick someone to wipe tables?
[ There's no answer to that one, for just long enough that Sheva might start to wonder if Ramse wasn't practicing safe texting after all... but then who should step through the door into the bench area of the range? ]
[She's a bit curious, but she's not about to bother him and get him hurt if he's actually listening to her. When the door opens Sheva glances up, squinting at him and shaking her head while frowning down a smile.]
This isn't creepy at all Ramse.
[There may be an attempt at a serious expression, but she's definitely teasing him.]
[ He beams at her, knowing it's teasing. And knowing she's hiding a smile. ]
I'm super creepy, what with you telling me where you worked and then saying you were at work and all.
[ Closing the door behind him and stepping in, he takes in the range. It's well maintained, very nice... he's never actually been on a range before, but he figures this is a good one. The targets are already set up at the far end and the lone shooter Sheva mentioned is nowhere to be found... maybe he's taking a break, but it's good for him, it means they can hear each other. ]
Sure. I don't have a gun on me, but if you can lend me one...?
You do know that's not an invitation how I phrased it exactly, right? Don't try that with other people. They might call the cops. If they do take you in, ask for Piers.
[Of course she knows people on the Eudio police force, which she thinks is a relative pleasure cruise compared to what most of the volunteers on the force have done back home. Fear not creepy stalker Ramse, she'll bail him out and tease him mercilessly.
And the loner? He left just before his arrival, so he has her all to himself.]
That's what we do here. [She motions for him to follow her.] What are you looking to shoot?
It wasn't not an invitation. Maybe I'm not even here for you, maybe I just really wanted to shoot things. [ Which he's already proven a lie by not having a gun. There's a beat. ] So I should ask for Piers, huh?
[ He's joking again. But while it's unlikely anyone will actually call the cops on him for showing up places, it's good to know the name of someone on the force. And the number of someone who will bail you out, teasing or no teasing.
Ramse follows her, still taking in the range. He shrugs. ]
The target? [ No, no. ] Uh, I can probably shoot just about anything you've got. Make it a challenge.
Not here for me? [There's a bit of a show where she looks around for anyone else. Even makes a slight show of it, returning her extremely amused expression over to him in a silent 'who?'.]
What about the weapon? [She grins over at him as she shifts to dig a ring of keys out of the pocket in her skinny jeans. They're more difficult to swipe that way, not that anyone would really get away with stealing them from her in the first place. No one human at least. She'd like to keep theft rate at zero.
Unlocking the room where they keep the weapons, Sheva stepped inside to peruse the locker.] Why don't you tell me what sort of weapons you've shot previously... Which ones you were best at? I'll find you something fun and new.
[ Ramse smiles and hangs back while she's in the locker, listing off a couple models of semi-automatic handguns and rifles that he knows he likes and can handle without practice shots; they're mostly heavier guns, things you can really feel in your grip when you're shooting and your belt when you're not. He's curious what she'll pick, and peers into the locker. ]
[She's listening, taking inventory of what the range had versus his verbal list, picking one out that was on both as well as another that's not. He'll find it fun, or so she believes. A couple boxes of ammunition, which she hands to him to carry while she has the guns, and they're set.]
We do. Variety is the spice of life, or so they say. [Sheva cocks an eyebrow at him as she leads him to the firing range portion.] Fair warning, I don't go easy on people.
[ Ramse takes what's passed to him and follows Sheva back to the firing range, setting the ammo down on the bench she chooses and examining the unfamiliar gun. He smiles at her comment. ]
No? Fair warning back, my form's probably shit.
[ It's been too long for him to remember, honestly... how he shoots works and he's a good shot, but the rights and wrongs and dos and don'ts are blurry in his head. It's just what's right for him now.
He waits for Sheva to give him instructions and a gun, curious which one she'll pick first and what she'll tell him to do. ]
[Sheva's not surprised to hear that, but her slight smirk may be a bit odd at the moment. Except she's thought of a way to torment him for dropping in unannounced. Nothing too rude.]
Well I can help with that.
[It's her job after all. Though it might throw off his accuracy, but that's something that returns with relative ease if he works at it properly. It's all up to him really.
She hands him the one he mentioned with her hand on the barrel, butt of the gun towards Ramse. Once he takes it, she motions to the cans in the booth. Ear protection on there friend. Sheva has plugs she rolls between her fingers before tucking into her ear.]
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