Week 2 - after trial

[relieable]

[everyone is probably more than a little stunned over what has been going on. while it is true that the Sergeant told them all this would happen, it's different to have to witness it with one's own eyes. while Nine is led away, and the townspeople leave the court, it is up to the visitors to decide how to move forward. do they talk among themselves? do they reflect on the events that took place alone? one thing that is certain is that the Sergeant got his way this week. will he continue to force them to keep picking each other off in the weeks that come? only time will tell.

this isn't really an after party. it's too sad, but perhaps many people will take comfort in the fact that they are not alone. either mingle at the motel, or somewhere else in town, or even visit Nine in his cell. it's up to you as to how you will spend the rest of this afternoon]

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shooting range

[snideper]

[fucking of course she's at the shooting range what did you expect

Anyone watching her shoulder her way through the motel after completing her post-trial pit stop to her room should know where she's going—and so here she is at the shooting range with her new bow. Arrows fire into the target's center, into whatever poor woodland creatures wander nearby or fly overhead. More than once, one arrow splits another already lodged into the target, but somehow it only seems to annoy Clarisse, whose scowl just deepens.

She shifts enough to acknowledge anyone else's approach, but without turning away from her shot.

Thunk, thunk, thunk, one arrow and then the next, always hitting their mark. But if she's getting anything out of this, it doesn't show.]

[streetwolf]

[After everything he's on edge. And Leo's words about practicing keep ringing through his head. He'd been avoiding it since the sergeant had been trying to get them to kill someone, didn't want to look suspicious. But things are getting too serious to put it of.

So he's grabbing a box of bullets and going to the range. He nods at her, not really surprised to see her there. And wordlessly goes to the far end to shoot at the targets.

The two really talkative people here...Yup.]

[snideper]

[Clarisse puts up with this for a surprisingly long few minutes, though with each gunshot, she tenses, though her aim remains steady. Eventually she runs out of ammunition, though, and while a normal person would go "hey, could you please stop shooting for a minute so I can go collect my arrows," you're stuck with Clarisse instead.]

Ugh, why the hell is that thing so loud?!

[local piece of shit doesn't know what a gun is]

[streetwolf]

[He does periodically stop between reloads. But he practicing the whole keep shooting without messing up his aim thing. The reload does force him to stop.]

Because...[How to explain?] It makes a little explosion to throw things? I'd get something to quieten it down. But I don't think they'd have one, and it'd make us look worse than we already do.

[snideper]

[How well she actually understands the explanation remains up for debate, but that comment gets a snort of laughter out of her. Is this a good thing......]

If you're gonna act in a way that makes people decide you're suspicious, no point in half-assing it.

[streetwolf]

[It gets a returned snort-laugh. So maybe???]

You're gonna say it's too late for that right? Probably is... But that's stuff they'd only sell to the military so this place wouldn't have it anyway. Don't exactly need it for animal hunting.

[snideper]

I'm saying if people decide you're suspicious, then you're suspicious. That's it. Don't waste effort on things like making it better or worse; there isn't any point.

That thing seems like a pain either way, though. All the effort putting it into place, and the noise.

[streetwolf]

I'd say there's more of a scale to it. If there's multiple suspicious it matters more. And I'm pretty used to not being noticed.

It's not that bad... Just there's an echo in this place.

[snideper]

Oh, don't worry, no one's gonna think you're more suspicious than I am if it comes down to it.

[don't sound proud of that, clarisse...]

All the noise, the assembly you keep having to do... [reloading. she means reloading.] Just looks like more trouble than it's worth.

[streetwolf]

...You know. I think you're right about that. [As long as she's okay with that. Cause he wasn't going to mention it.] Don't believe they're giving us a list of people who might've done it. Hope you don't end up on it. It'd be a riot.

It works out in a fight, if you prep it first... I guess it's sorta like your bow only a lot smaller.

[snideper]

Riot's one word for it. Don't want me on the list? You're no fun.

[having a sentiment even vaguely approaching "you being in danger would be less than ideal" expressed even as a joke makes her deeply uncomfortable so she is going to JOKE ABOUT IT]

Guess I can see it. Still seems like more noise and movement than it's worth.

[streetwolf]

Oh damn, that means I'm getting old. Fuck... [At least he seems to be joking too?]

Think of it this way, you gotta move to get a new arrow when you shoot. I've got six shots before I need to do that... Unless you can hold multiple arrows?

[burgerprince]

[Jughead’s been leaning in the background for a while now, watching Clarisse go at it with the arrows. Eventually, he speaks up, though not moving any closer to her.]

You gonna show that to Sarge and hope he’ll let you play executioner?

[snideper]

[not turning to look at him]

I don't need to show him anything. He should know what I can do.

[but man!! she's!!! bitter!!!!!]

[burgerprince]

Maybe if you convince him it’ll be psychologically scarring for you, he’ll let you have a go.

[snideper]

Hah. Putting on appearances like that makes me sick. [If that smirk means anything, though, the concept seems to amuse her...] It's not worth groveling for.

[burgerprince]

Right. You're probably not familiar with the concept.

[Clarisse isn't damaged she's just a dick, he's decided.]

Just don't kill anyone cause Sarge won't give you your fix.

[snideper]

[she's going to kill someone specifically because jughead told her not to]

If you're so worried about me killing someone, then you weren't thinking very hard when you came to find me alone.

[burgerprince]

[His plan to get rid of Clarisse finally comes to fruition.]

You wouldn't kill me. I'm too fun to antagonize.

[snideper]

Hah! Nice that you know your own worth.

[She follows through with her shot and actually turns to Jughead, holding her bow in one hand and placing the other on her hip.]

Real question for you. Let's ignore that it'd be kind of a pain in the ass to do it right now—Do you seriously think I wouldn't kill you?

[burgerprince]

[A scoff that is probably all too confident.]

And give Sarge his kicks? I’m not worth dying for.

[Totally flattered though.]

[snideper]

Ohhh, so that's what you think it's about.

[She laughs, short and harsh.]

Don't get me wrong; I'm not interested in acting like Sarge's plaything. But I'm not like Nine, either. I'm not dumb enough to get caught.

[burgerprince]

Fooled me.

[Just fuckin saying.]

[snideper]

[WOW????]

Buzz off before I change my mind about what a pain it would be to take you down now.

[burgerprince]

[Geez f i n e.]

Always a pleasure, Clarisse.

[Just fires off a two fingered salute before he goes.]