The Range [Wednesday afternoon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

After class Triela headed straight for the range. She... really, really needed to do something familiar. The... dreams had freaked her out. Not the content, really, though that had been slightly disorienting. No, the worrying bit was that she had them at all. The drugs suppressed dreams which meant that she wasn't even entirely sure that that's what had happened last night. But based on the descriptions of what it was like she had to assume that that's what they had been.

She grimaced as she sorted through her gear. She needed something big, loud, and violent...

The range hadn't really been designed for squad support weapons the size of the HK21E, but she wasn't about to let that stop her. She carefully settled the bipod on the firing line and started tearing through her first belt of ammo.

It was very soothing.

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He was trying not to think of what he'd seen in the dreams, and what other uses a gun could be, and...

He shook his head to clear those thoughts. "Uh, nothing. Just... a bit off today. Bad dreams. Didn't sleep well. I'll be fine after a good nap," he bluffed, a bit of bravado returning.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Shouldn't be on the range if you're tired," Triela suggested. Hypocritically.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Right, that's what I'm saying. I...guess I should go, then." He shrugged, trying to keep his mind clear from those thoughts; he was avoiding looking at her so she wouldn't see his eyes.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was frowning at him thoughtfully. "Get some sleep, Jack." He looked like he needed it.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I will," he promised. "I feel like death warmed over." He shuddered at his word choice.