Suit up! PKA (open)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Pairing up, now won't this be interesting. It's even more so as they talk about having each other's back, because so far Vy's trust for anyone here is nonexistent...well maybe one person in particular she would find herself relying on if need be, but she's not partnered up with him. An Orca brother, though she's not quite sure which one. With the lack of a real conversation in their dorm, she hasn't even bothered to take a good look at them. They're twins right? Though they're clearly not identical. With matching uniforms it's impossible to tell, though they may even have different body dispositions, she's still unable to tell. Whatever a partner's a partner.

The other Orca's directed over to someone else, leaving Vy still baffled. Oh well. Though she's the last person to follow a crowd she also rests her rifle on her shoulder, taking a light sigh before walking over to one of the brothers. Of course she's unable to resist getting sidetracked by Matthew and Jeran's conversation for only a second; Just a couple of words about comparing dick sizes. A small chuckle escapes as she shakes her head and wonders how Matthew manages all these enemies, and how are they going to possibly be partners. Someone's bond to screw up, and she only hopes that it's not Jeran though she's certain he's too smart for that. He'll probably convince who ever's getting arrested to come with him. Matthew on the other hand, well his four and her three need to become even.

"Plus we all know mine's the biggest." Vy comments softly to them as she walks by, chuckling on her way over to one of the Orca's. They have nicknames don't they? Scars and Glasses, wonder which one she's paired with. She's really certain Scars automatically doesn't like her after their first day, so hopefully it's the other brother. "Ready for practice?" She greets with a surprisingly kind voice and doesn't bother to stop as she only slows down her pace. Lots of determination for this test.

[Anatra]

Of all of the people I am to be paired with, it is that girl with the blonde hair and knee brace. I actually think this could be a learning curb though. I have no problem making friends with enemies, but I think I've been a bit immature in judging her so quickly. Alex and I swap a couple of comments about our pairing. He's really happy with his because he doesn't know them. "Bit short." He says briefly after finding out. He says it under his breath though, with only me able to hear I believe. "This one's a trap." I tell him, and he looks at me funny. "What?" His curiosity peaks. "It's when they have a surprise waiting for you." I cheekily jest. He's left a bit speechless by my humour, but laughs regardless, walking over to Orenksi.

Vy approaches me with "Ready for practice?" as her question. I nod at her civilly. If there was any kind of judgement that I'd made, I'm repressing it. I would call it a second chance but that'd make me easy to please. She keeps moving though whilst I nod so I pick up my pace and follow up with her. Otherwise, I'd likely have been left behind. "Yep." I comment briefly. I assume she's never handled a gun. "Do you think you could do it?" I ask, but feel the need to clarify. "Shoot someone, I mean." You know, I think I like the determination she shows. She's at least eager to accomplish something here, and for that I am thankful. I can't stand the laziness that some people portray.

Alex and his partner need to break the ice quickly first before they meet at the shooting range, where we're all heading anyway. "Hey, I'm Alex. It's Adina, right?" He says to the younger-looking girl. The fact is, she's seventeen. She's just quite short, around 5"3. "That's right. We should get moving, I don't want us to be late." She says, as though schedule was more important than the trust they will likely have to build between them. Alex is taken a tiny bit by surprise at her eagerness as well as I with Vy. It seems we've both either pulled the short straw, or the very strong one.

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N O T E S : Orenski is my character too. I... should stop making them.

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J e r a n R u z e

I feel almost cocky about the situation, knowing that at any second, the officer could change the partnership if someone was outnumbered or someone declaired they wanted a new pairing. Personally, I'm goign to love this. Every second of this because I'm going to possibily try anything I can to make sure to make Dunham look bad. I can't help it, but every little thing I do to make him look bad will only serve my purpose in life at the moment. It's either me or him. I prefer it to be me.

I walk over to him, already threatening him again with questions about my sister. Even if I did tell her that one day that I wouldn't do anything for her again, I guess my brotherly insticts will never leave me alone fully. It's my chance, without her say so, to do as I please now. We're both rookies in this place. And with the gun no longer on safety, I eye him with so much hatred but surprisingly, it's seemingly starting to turn the opposite direction. Instead of hatred, it'll be a pleasure to get rid of him one way or another. The first thing out of his mouth is that he didn't leave my sister. I give a solid 'hmph' as a sound to show the unlikelyhood that he'd be telling the truth. As he starts to defend himseld against me, I fold up my arms, letting the gun be pointed toward the ceiling still, yet hold my stance to size myself up to him. I can take you easily, no doubt about that.

"Not if I have anything to do about it." I still threaten him, but is it really all about Kyanite or is it just him? It's him. I muse.

"Can we try to leave our own beef out of the academy? I'd like to beleive you've got my back, do you?"

"Sure, Dunham. Whatever you say. I'll have your back as long as you don't stab me in mine. I don't plan on failing here. Are you going to take it seriously?" My question comes over as a bit sarcastic, but deadly serious. I do not want to make myself look bad and if I have to be partnered with him, we have to have the same goals.

While a lot of the others have moved on and some are already shooting, I'm still standing here in front of Dunham. At least, until he comments and the moment Vy walks by, she too, has to comment about having the biggest cock. So much for wanting to go out with you one day.

"Well, for now, Dunham, lets see what kind of skills you got, shall we? Ever shot a gun before?" I know for a fact I haven't and most people in the district haven't either so, both of us, will be at square one. "Lets get going, then. No lagging behind."

I don't even wait for him and push my way past him and head to the empty stall line that has got no one shooting in it. I look to Dunham. "Whose first?"

[Jack Lexington]

Vy's comment would almost be funny if I wasn't in a stare off/mouth off with Kyanites brother, who clearly hates me. He's got every right to but I still don't like it or him.
Still I offer him to leave our beef behind.

His comment makes me clench my jaw. "Sure, Dunham. Whatever you say. I'll have your back as long as you don't stab me in mine. I don't plan on failing here. Are you going to take it seriously?"
"More than you know, Ruze." I practically spit his last name at him. The same name that his sister has but that sounds a whole lot nicer when I say it to her face.

He's eager to find out what skills I have and moves over to an empty stall while most others have started shooting at targets already.
"No, I haven't shot a ..gun." Weapon would be wrong because I've thrown knives and shot crossbows that could be equally deadly with a metal bolt as Jins had to experience.
"I'll start." I tell him pushing my way past him the way he did with me at the hospital.

The peace keeper near us watches this with curiosity and asks. "Do we have a problem here?"
While I take my gun off my shoulder I shrug and look at Jeran. "I don't think so...you?"
The man look us straight in the faces and lets us know how to aim and shoot.
"Put the rifle butt firmly in the pocket of your firing shoulder, steady it with your other hand, keep your elbow down and in." He moves behind me to check whether I'm following his instructions...a little too close for my taste but I don't waiver.
"Relax...Now." I do as he said, excited to a point where my fingers are slightly shaky. So when I pull the trigger, I do hit the target but not anywhere close to the middle.
"Again, Cadet. The best time is when you exhale and just before you inhale you're the steadiest." His hands are on my back and chest now and he tells Jeran to watch.
"Make sure he gets that point after exhaling. He'll do the same for you. Try until you got that down."
I shoot again taking his advice and make it closer to the middle.
Then I finally focus enough, let my cheek fall against the rifle, my left eye squeezed shut and concentrate on my breathing and steady hands.
The sixth shit actually hits the middle, which leads to me yelling excitedly with my hand in the air and everybody looking.
"Put that loaded gun down, Dunham!" I get ordered instantly before a praise follows. "Good job. Ruze, Your turn."



I know that's not a rifle and no PK uniform!

[*]

"Whose first?" I throw that question at him to see if he wants to be the guinea pig in all of this. Afterall, it was because of him and all the others that I learned how to assemble the gun without the aid of the officers in charge. And just as I assumed, he takes the bait and pushes by me in order to shoot first. It's a great way to learn. Watching first, learning how to hold the gun. All of the advice that the man gave him when Dunham began to shoot and missed the targets all together. It was rather comical how he feels that he's the biggest man yet need the most help. When it comes to my turn, I know I'll be ready just because of him.

"...best time is when you exhale and just before you inhale you're the steadiest. Make sure he gets to that point after exhaling. He'll do the same for you. Try until you got that down."

He looks straight at me and expect me to take over by placing my hand on his chest and one on his back in order to show him when he's most vulnerable in order to take the shot to be the steadiest. Even though, I don't like it, I felt like what he said was an order and I'm not going to be the one to deny an order. As my hand is placed on him, I can't look at him. Instead my intuition is placed mildly on the target and half on his breaths. The moments that I feel him exhale, I make a subtle movement with my head and whether or not he can see me, he still shoots. By the sixth shot, he actually makes it on target.

My hand moves away from him without even waiting and Dunham even shouts out that he's proud of himself. I pick up my gun and ready it myself and step up to the plate. I make sure to leave one foot in front and one foot in back just a few inches from each other. A way to balane my stance before I do exactly what was shown for CAdet Dunham. The butt of the gun is placed neatly against my shoulder. My left arm as the steadier. Without waiting on Dunham to show me how to breath, I take a shot and the bullet barely even lands on the target. I'm not sure if it's nerves or the simple fact the gun moved at the last moment but I"m appauled.

"Damn." Comes the subtle word from my mouth.

"CADET RUZE. Let your partner help you. Let him show you. He made it in six shots. You got five left. Your partner is goign to end up besting you if your not careful. There's nothing wrong with letting him help you. Work together."

The voice sounds harsh and demanding. I hate it. I hate relying on others. I grimace and hold my gaze steady at Matthew. "You heard him."

[Jack Lexington]

It's hard not to get distracted by Jeran's hands on me. After all he used those hands to shove me against the wall to keep me from seeing his sister, who just happens to be my girlfriend again.
Yet I manage to hit bulls eye.

As Jeran steps up he seems a little over eager not to get any help and shoots but misses as well.

I hear him say "Damn." which puts a smirk on my face.

I'm not over eager to feel him up either but we're ordered to do so.
So I place one hand on his chest one on his back. It's quite hard to feel his breaths through the vest but eventually I tell him. "now." Just after he exhales.
He doesn't hear me fast enough or doesn't want to so he misses again.
It's surprising what a difference it can make.

We spend the next hour shooting until out necks and fingers hurt before we're dismissed for a quick 'field lunch' meaning sandwiches out in the yard.
The weapons are safely stored at the shooting range, so are the bullets.

Since today is a sunny day and quite warm for this time of the year I take the helmet and jacket off until I sit on the ground in only the pants and vest still sweating like a horse. The few hairs on my head are stuck to it.

I eye the group of people around me with curiosity wondering who of us will actually make it through this day and score good points. I think so far all of us have done pretty well, especially the girls, who seem to have very small but steady hands.
I give Vy a nod from a distance because today is actually a day when she can make up for her inability to run or close combat.
I take a huge bite out of my sandwhich and look over at Jeran. The guy actually drives me nuts. I would like to tell him so much about not standing up for his sister to his father or...there's a thought.
"Does the name Jins mean anything to you?" I wonder in a very neutral tone because I'm not sure whether Kyanite ever told her brother about the guy who was harassing her a while ago. If so Jeran's a real coward.

[*]

Working together is something I don't want to do, no matter who it is, but it's worse being with Dunham. I hate the fact that the commander made me accept the help. When it comes to having his hands on me, in any way, I feel the anger boiling inside of me. I don't want the help, but I bite my tongue. However, I whisper out to him, only for his ears.

"This is the only time, you'll be laying your hands on me." I tell him, and with the first shot after him helping me, I still refuse to accept his help and the moment he tells me to shoot 'now', I hesitate for only a second and the bullet barely hits the outter color area. Another sound of dissatisfaction comes from my mouth.

"CADET. TRUST YOUR PARTNER. DON'T HESITATE FOR ONE SECOND. AM I CLEAR?" He screams into my ear and I can't help but flinch to the deafing sound.

"Yes, sir." This time, when Matthew seems to help me, and the moment I line up the gun and take a heavy breath against the vest, another word from him, comes. 'Now'. I take the shot at the first sound of his voice. Surprisingly, the bullet barely grazes the middle but still off. By the fifth shot, I'm actually able to feel the breath and the steady hand and the bullet finds the target on the fifth shot. A subtle nodd comes from me as I pull the weapon down.

"You won't best me on this, Dunham. Maybe another time." A healthy competitive mindset isn't bad, right? It allows one to push themselves to the breaking point when it's fun. And this is certainly fun.

The hour is up before I know it. Both Dunham and I have had our good hour of shooting. We're both pretty good as well. Equal competition? At least until it counts. Then we'll find out what happens.

Break time is somethign that allows for freedom. Freedom from the things that keep us sweating inside and with my helmet off, my hair is completely soaked and allows a few drops to cascade down my face. I wipe my face a few times before devouring my sandwich. Dunham, though, seems to think I want to conversate with him as he brings up a name I don't recogize. Kinda.

"Jins? Not really. Why? He a friend of yours or something?" I play with the conversation token. With a shrug of my shoulders, I try to make sense of the reasoning for him to ask. "Actually, I think I remember his name from when I was younger. Just in passing from a few kids here and there. With a name like that, it's hard to really forget that kind of a name. Bit sad, really."

My thoughts go to what's suppose to happen later. With the actual assignment. "What do you think they are going to make us do? When we arrest someone? They are actually going to let cadets shoot the suspects?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The boys stay within their stare off and don't even budge or notice Vy's remark of having the biggest cock. How unfortunate. At least she's still able to chuckle and lighten her own mood despite being ignored. This will help greatly with the chances of not forming another enemy during this new partnership. Especially while it's involving guns and an actual arrest it's good to stay on good terms with whom ever she's about to meet. What's in store for them anyways? Excitement and nervous are going crazy as she approaches one of the Ocra brothers.

A simple yep is given as a response from Tyren as he picks up on Vy's speed to get to practice and follows by side her. Still she's greatly curious over which roommate she was paired with. Would it be insulting to ask? Before she has a chance to he asks whether she can do it. Seconds later he clarifies himself by adding in shooting someone. Well that's an intense question when they haven't even fired one yet. At least it's logical though. They're about to actually go out on a mission, they need to know each other a bit. A weak grin spreads across her face though any expression is covered by the helmets. Could she shoot someone? She hasn't considered that until it's finally mentioned. Being a peacekeeper must require doing such a thing though.

"I'd like to think so." Vy doesn't want to show weakness by expressing her fear of actually firing a gun at someone, but her cockiness of being able to do anything doesn't come out for a change. A bit of honesty, might as well give it a try. "What about you?" She returns the question figuring it's the polite thing to do, plus she is generally curious.

With a bad impression already made because of her first day Vy makes it a point to try to put on a decent behavior. One rift with a roommate's plenty. "Wanna go first?" She offers once they're at an empty stall. That's the kind thing to do, right? She even refrains from saying ladies first as she often does. "Not to be rude but I'm kind of clueless over which brother you are..." Might as well get the truth over with instead of waiting until their out in the field while still unsure of who she's even with.

[Anatra]

"I'd like to think so." She remarks. It was a stupid question but somehow I felt the need to ask it back there. "What about you?" She asks me, the curiosity in her voice peaking enough for me to notice it. "Ha, well. I can shoot people. Just ask Matt." I really shouldn't be playing the tough guy act, but I get the feeling that the more of a weakling I pose myself as, the less confident she can be in my abilities. I have them, it is just a matter of outlining them and showing them now.

"Wanna go first?" She asks, although I wasn't expecting the charity. "Yep, cheers." I say, as though it was expected. Not because I am arrogant, because I'm not, but because of the tough guy demeanor I want to uphold at least for now. On me, the tough guy act just looks like a normality. It sort of is, though I don't like being an ass about it. I can fight, but just not as well as others. I can think better than I can fight, which usually has me avoiding those fights.

I don't mean to make it look like I know what I'm doing.
But I do, somehow.

Firing a rifle is like firing a crossbow, and that I've done before at the Career Halls. "Watch the knock-back," I hear a voice from behind me. I smirk privately. I take point, and shoot the rounds. They plummet into the target opposite in various places but mostly on target. It was a spray, so not all were going to be accurate. "Not to be rude but I'm kind of clueless over which brother you are..." Vy speaks at me, "Tyren." I tell her, not exactly expecting her to know, but she might from the dorms. "I'm the shorter one, apparently. I came out second." I pause briefly, pulling up the visor so she can see my face. "Vy, right?" I ask her, as though I don't already know. "Lets not be girls and continue bitching, okay?" I question her, wondering internally whether she can grasp my half-humoured line.

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N O T E S :

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

So Tyren has shot Matthew before, interesting. That Vy was certainly not expecting as he stood up for him on their first day of all meeting. Seems like they've been friends for a bit before this place or something, though it's hard to tell whether they're friends or foe's sometimes. A lot of things appear that way for some reason. Her eyes find the Dunham printed on one of the uniforms a few stalls down. "I believe you." She replies with a small laugh, plus what's the harm of forming a bit of trust? It's a hard thing to come by and certainly nothing to give away so easily, but they're going to need each other's back today. Might as well start now. It's good to know that Tyren's capable of firing as well, at least his tone and words are claiming so.

He doesn't seem half bad as he agrees to going first and avoids any trail of ladies first. Back on the guys' side, just how Vy likes it. Surprisingly he's not all bark either as he does pretty well for their first time even handling one. Despite the intimidation because Vy's certain she won't be performing that well today, a small smirk spreads across her lips as she approves who she's been paired with. It's all about strength for her, as aim and knowledge always waited on the back burner. That's just how she's been trained from day one. Having someone with the talents she lacks could benefit them both, especially if tackling and close-combat isn't Tyren's strong suit. It'd be a shame for Vy to miss out on that fun stuff anyways.

So it's Tyren...which is the one nicknamed Scars by some higher rank. That must suck, being reminded of something uncontrollable. Vy notes to simply stick to Tyren, uncertain if they're actually suppose to be calling each other by last names instead. He questions if she's Vy which makes her chuckle a little. After how many days he's doesn't know? It's not like she has a twin, or even a sibling with the same last name in this place. Oh well, might as well take it as a joke. "Yup." She answers as her soft laughter subsides completely.

Before Vy has a chance to take her turn with the rifle Tyren throws out the offer of them not acting like girls and to quit the bitching. If he had made it personally directed towards her she would be greatly insulted, but he included himself. There might even be a slight hint of comedy behind his tone. Either way it sounds like a plan, especially because it officialese Vy's role as one of the boys. Just what she wanted. "You've got yourself a deal." She agrees with a smile that he's unable to see as she doesn't remove her mask. She's up, and by the looks of it so far she's going to need a lot more practice then Tyren.

"Guess I'm going to need to train more." Vy jokes, at least she managed to get half of the bullets on the target though none are that close to the pinpoints. Not as bad as a few, but still not great. Good thing Tyren seems to have a hidden talent. "So you should probably shoot while I go in for close-combat?" Seems like he appreciate the comedy so she might as well continue with it.