Target practice.

[color=666699]A tall girl sits on the edge of the cliff, bending over an object in her lap in intense concentration.

She's not wearing a dress, for the first time since she'd came to the academy, and the feel of the dark green fabric clinging to her legs is odd. Before, she used to wear the tight tight suits that choked her at the neck but allowed her to do everything she needed to do with ease. She'd taken to wearing dresses afterwards because she needed them, needed to feel that she was no longer a part of that.

Although... She sighs, flipping the reloaded clip back into the gun and cracking her knuckles thoughtfully. Some twisted part of her is dying to go back, to feel the deadly urgency of her job, to aim and shoot and hit the target every time. She doesn't remember much, and the flashes of memory can leave her swelling with happiness that she's not there, or aching with the need to go back. It scares her, and it delights her, and the two mix together like they used to until she can't tell one from the other.

She cocks the gun, pointing and firing off into nothingness, a feral grin splitting her face in two as the echo of the shot rings out through the canyon. She fingers the trigger, finally sighing and reaching into her ratty black backpack. If she's going to use it, she really should have the silencer on. She takes out the slender attachment, slapping it carelessly on the end of her gun and grinning again. Perfect... Shame she's nothing to shoot, though.
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[color=666699]Shirese turned, smiling lightly and firing a shot a few inches from his arm in greeting, gun swiftly moving to where she knew he'd duck to be at the ready. "You've heard of me? I find that hard to believe..." She crossed her legs, arms lazily draping over her thighs, one hand still loosely holding her gun. "It's not like I've shot anyone lately." She'd scared a few students, firing a few rounds after them, but if she'd really wanted to kill them they'd be long dead. No, bullet wounds attracted attention, however much she missed them.

She glanced up at the boy, hazel eyes regarding him grimly. "And you as well, although I don't know your face. What do you want?" Did he even want anything at all? She didn't know, couldn't find a reason to care. [/color]

[color=666699]She laughed, snow-white teeth sparkling in the sun. "Soldier? Hitman?" She repeated, a mocking tone hidden beneath her normal smooth words. "To even suggest such uncouth lifestyles shames me." She paused, nodded to his two questions. "But, yes, I don't exactly wish to be here. Is it that obvious?" She raised an eyebrow at him, already knowing the answer.

"I'm not going to shoot you..." She announced boredly, pausing a second and shrugging lightly. "Unless you say something particularly stupid, that is." [/color]

[color=666699]She mirrored his smirk. "Fair enough."

She jumped up, clouds of dust obscuring her bare feet for a moment, and crossed her arms. She was almost the same height as him, she noticed without much surprise - if he'd stop floating, they'd stand more or less eye to eye. "What, you want me to kill someone?" One long finger lazily tapped at her pale lips, and she grinned. "Tempting, but I told you I am not - was not - a hit man." She was an assassin - hardly a difference to anyone else, but a huge one to her.

"Yet, shooting some random student you've a grudge against hardly requires such a speech..." She paused, head tilting to the side and long blond hair swaying softly. "For what, exactly, would you require my services? And what're you offering in exchange?" She'd do it for free, she knew. Killing was in her blood - they'd made her that way, and made sure she didn't care one bit about admitting it. But still, she didn't want to look too eager...[/color]

[color=666699]"The Chicken Killers?" She raised an eyebrow, not bothering to suppress the chuckle that followed her dubious announcement. "The name strikes fear in my very heart, that it does."

A pause, and she glanced down at her gun with a sigh and a roll of the eyes. "But I've nothing better to do, and I would enjoy it so, being free, even if I cannot go back..." She nodded, cocking her gun and baring her teeth in a bloodthirsty smile. "What role would I play in this, hmm?" [/color]