Shooting Range [Thursday afternoon]

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Triela had been taking Leto's advice and recording her dreams, but it wasn't really helping them go away, so she wasn't sure it was helping.

The range usually helped her concentrate.

Except today it wasn't working. Her head was pounding and she couldn't draw a bead on the target. She scowled and set the shotgun down before drawing her pistol. Maybe she'd have better luck with that.

She managed to get a couple of shots wildly downrange before her hand spasmed wildly and the pistol fell clumsily to the floor with a clatter.

That was... definitely not good.

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Rosalind bent down and picked up one of the guns, holding it idly.

"To the extent that I will not permit you to leave with a weapon? Yes. You've proven yourself to lack the judgment necessary to have one at the moment."

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Now Triela's eyes narrowed. "Give that to me." Normally she'd sound cold and her voice would be soft instead of yelling like, well, a child.

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"No."

And it was easy enough to grab the other gun before Triela thought to go for it as well.

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"I'm warning you." Despite the fact that she didn't look like she could actually make Rosalind do anything in her current condition.

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"Come and get them when you're healthy again," Rosalind said dismissively. "I'm not in the habit of allowing sick children to play with weapons."

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Triela took a quick step toward Rosalind, hands extending to snatch the weapons away.

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"Childish," she chided, easily side-stepping and twisting so that she was behind Triela. "You won't get them back."

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Triela spun quickly making another wild grab, but she wasn't nearly coordinated enough to do it at the moment. The grab was spastic and came nowhere near her weapons.

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And Rosalind neatly attempted to hook Triela's anklet to knock her further off balance and to the ground.

"You'll get them back when you can prove you're healthy enough to use them."

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The hook worked, and Triela stumbled, falling to her hands and knees. "Give them to me."

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"No."

Flat, cold, professional.

"You lack the skill and ability to utilize them. You shall not get them back. Get out of the range. You're a disgrace."

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"You don't get to talk to me like that," Triela snapped, diving toward Rosalind's ankles.

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It was cold of her, but she lashed out in a vicious kick rather than trying to dodge.

Perhaps pain would help teach that lesson.

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Triela could take a lot more than a kick, and she took this one and kept scrambling toward Rosalind.

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Unfortunately, Rosalind had no intentions of seriously injuring Triela--for one, the school would object, she was sure they had cameras about.

Instead, she began slowly backing towards the door.

Deliberately, the motions controlled.

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The scrambling wasn't stopping. Or getting any more coordinated. But it wasn't stopping. She was moving almost fast enough to catch up with Rosalind.

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But not fast enough as Rosalind stepped out of the room, after checking that there were no other weapons in the range--there weren't--and moved smoothly down the hall.

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Before she could reach the door Triela got light-headed again and collapsed, cheek flat against the concrete surface, trying to get her breath back.

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"And this," Rosalind said, kneeling just far enough away to keep from being in Triela's range. "Is why you're not allowed a weapon."

She studied the girl before getting to her feet.

"You know where to find me when you want them back."

And then Rosalind turned and left, the weapons securely held, and she didn't bother to look back at the girl on the floor.