Dossier Six

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She's sitting at her little table, running her hands over the Sig P239 and looking... well, rather upset.

There's a length of cloth on the table; she sets the gun down, ties it over her eyes, and then proceeds to disassemble the weapon and put it back together in about thirty seconds.

She pauses and does it again, this time in about twenty. And then she pulls the blindfold off, takes the gun to pieces once more, and starts cleaning it.]

Comments

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Pretty damn good, Henrietta. I don't think some of my men are that efficient.

{Blows out a puff of smoke} So are you just practicing, or are you as pissed as I think?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[softly] Impressive.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She jumps and almost drops the barrel, looking up at him in surprise.] Hello, Signore Doctor. You really think so?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Sets her cleaning rod down gently and shakes her head.] Practicing a little bit. But I... don't know. People here are so strange, and...

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Oh? What happened?

[contract_star]

[Watching, quite impressed!]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

People here don't like what I can do. They think it's wrong.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Cleaning her gun obliviously~]

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[Keeping her distance, since she's pretty sure that's a weapon.] Hey, isn't that one of those guns? Like what Deadpool had?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

That's why? {Balalaika takes the time to light up a cigar and take a drag before speaking again}

I don't think you would anyways, but don't take what I say as some kind of truth. It's not something that everyone can understand, but it's something you have to decide for yourself.

But most of the people here, they don't live in the same world as we do. We live on the other side of humanity, where the common crowd just tries to turn their head and ignore us. We're criminals to them because they've lived comfortably their whole lives. They've never known what it's like to see your friend riddled with bullets, probably never seen a person get murdered, whatever. They say it's wrong because that's what they've been taught since before they could even talk. The people they call criminals are the people that have descended into a dark pit, while those who are "above" us are the ones that can still look at the blue sky.

So whether it's "wrong", that's up to you, Henrietta. No one can tell you what's right or wrong.

{Laughs, putting her hand against her face} Shit, I must be getting old and sentimental to say something like that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nods, looking at Toph curiously] I don't think I've met you before.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] You don't remember? I'm Toph. We talked a week or so, I think.

How come you have a gun? You a soldier or warrior or something?

[contract_star]

You're very good. Not many people can do that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh. I'm sorry...

I guess so. It's kind of like that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It's not hard. [Seems sort of listless. She doesn't even blush at the compliment.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Focuses on cleaning the barrel, though she's frowning a little.] So they're... not going to stop? Talking that way?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Nope. They're convinced that they're right.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Eh, it's alright. [Grins.] I'm pretty bad with faces, too.

You any good with them?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Sets the barrel down carefully on the newspaper I forgot to mention was folded out on the table >>] ...they're so nice. But...

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

But?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I keep thinking about what they say, and I make mistakes at home.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

With guns? I'm not as good as Triela or Rico, but I'm not bad.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Then that's unacceptable.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Picks up the next piece and a little rag. Quietly,] Maybe I shouldn't talk to them any more.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

{Sigh. Only because Henrietta is a kid or else she would have been like "damn right you should"} Well, what makes you happier? Talking to them, being with them, whatever, or your life at home?