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you think you're cursed it's what you deserve; [open]
Claire Redfield isn't the type of person to sit quietly when she's got a lot on her mind, sorting all the thoughts out into a neat little row until they make sense to her. She wishes she were that organized, but even when she's filing reports her associates in TerraSave always complained about how chaotic her way of going about things seemed to be.
On the meatship things aren't much different. Her thoughts blurred together, one running into another until they made even less sense than they did starting out. Whenever she got to this point, she needed to find a way to burn off excess frustration, and work her thoughts out in a more productive manner.
So, if anyone is looking for Claire, she's down on the Precinct's practice range. She could have easily gone to the Sensoriums, but she's decided she's not a terribly huge fan of simulated reality. It's a little more satisfying to her to be standing on a real range with actual surroundings as opposed to one of Stacy's training programs, anyway. She also figured she was less likely to be bothered down here, while people tended to wander into the Sensoriums rather regularly.
As it is, she's practicing accuracy with a throwing knife. It's been a long time since she practiced, Chris would probably yell at her if he knew exactly how long, but now that things were more or less picking up, she felt like it was probably one of the skills she should probably be brushing up on. Not to mention it was incredibly satisfying, throwing the blade and visualizing her target as all her current problems.
"Damn it!" she muttered as her fifth knife went high, hitting outside of her target range. Her aim was a little rusty, partly due to everything frustrating her, partly due to lack of practice. She exhaled through her nose, walking down the range to collect her knives and start again.
On the meatship things aren't much different. Her thoughts blurred together, one running into another until they made even less sense than they did starting out. Whenever she got to this point, she needed to find a way to burn off excess frustration, and work her thoughts out in a more productive manner.
So, if anyone is looking for Claire, she's down on the Precinct's practice range. She could have easily gone to the Sensoriums, but she's decided she's not a terribly huge fan of simulated reality. It's a little more satisfying to her to be standing on a real range with actual surroundings as opposed to one of Stacy's training programs, anyway. She also figured she was less likely to be bothered down here, while people tended to wander into the Sensoriums rather regularly.
As it is, she's practicing accuracy with a throwing knife. It's been a long time since she practiced, Chris would probably yell at her if he knew exactly how long, but now that things were more or less picking up, she felt like it was probably one of the skills she should probably be brushing up on. Not to mention it was incredibly satisfying, throwing the blade and visualizing her target as all her current problems.
"Damn it!" she muttered as her fifth knife went high, hitting outside of her target range. Her aim was a little rusty, partly due to everything frustrating her, partly due to lack of practice. She exhaled through her nose, walking down the range to collect her knives and start again.
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She smiled as well, setting it down on the table again. "Were you in the Special Forces too?" And don't worry, Kelly knew all about annoying brothers.
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"I've never been much of a girly-girl." Somehow she thought Kelly would be able to relate to that.
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"Looks like you took to it pretty well." Her own smile widened as well. She'd noticed the perfect form. And even if the aim was a little off, Kelly was more than prepared to blame that on the knives. In part anyway.
That got a laugh. "I know what that's like. But then, considering how I was raised, it'd be surprising if I was."
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"How were you raised, if you don't mind my asking?" There was a definite aura of warrior woman around Kelly, so it wouldn't surprise her if the woman came from some planet full of Amazons or, at least some kind of similar civilization. She'd designated herself as a Spartan, and while a lot of it had sounded like modern military, Claire wondered if it was some alternate universe where ancient Greek culture was still alive and well.
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"It's pretty obvious by the way you handle those knives. You've got perfect form with them. Not many people can pull that off." Well, not many normal people at any rate. Kelly had swiped her sidearm off the table again and was wiping it down as she spoke. It wasn't to be rude, she just preferred to multi-task.
"Military child. It was all I knew growing up. It only made sense that I'd be a part of it when I was old enough." Okay, so it wasn't an outright lie. She didn't see the need to keep that information in check now that ONI was gone along with the rest of her universe. Besides, this woman, from the look of it wasn't from the same universe anyway. Where was the harm? But she instinctively held back the full story. As per her orders.
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"Are you involved with the ship Security at all?"
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It wasn't that Kelly didn't trust her. It was simply that Kelly didn't trust anyone. Sure, she liked people and liked getting to know them. But she didn't trust too easily. She'd seen what happened to her brothers and sisters who'd given trust away too freely. And she wouldn't let it happen to her.
"No I'm not. I leave that to my brother. I'm more of a soldier than an officer anyway."
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"Your brother's on the ship, too?" She was a little surprised by that. She knew a lot of people had friends from their worlds, and a few family members, but she hadn't encountered too many other siblings.
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Her eyes followed the knife as it twirled through the other woman's fingers. It wasn't a wary gaze, just an interested one.
At the question, she lifted her head as well, meeting Claire's eyes for a moment before nodding. "He is. We're not blood related. But we might as well be." They'd grown up together, fought countless battles, nearly died innumerable times. If that didn't make them family she didn't know what did.