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[ when she sees Moran with his rifle, strutting down the hallway like he's all that and a bag of sliced bread with potato chips, Wichita knows that he is up to Absolutely No Good. she can just tell. so naturally, she follows, maybe hoping to discover some blackmail material, or something she could make fun of him for later on when he least expects it. you know, the usual. but after a while ( where the hell are they going? ) she gets bored, and turns on her communicator. she switches the video feed to show ( kind of ) what she's looking at, which is Moran making his way through the hallways, her ~~stalking~~ casually following him a few yards behind.

when she talks, it's in a dramatic stage whisper. ]

Oi viewers! You've just tuned in for another cracking good episode of Wild Safari Adventures With Sebastian Moran. This week, we follow the wild Maroonie into uncharted territories! [ nah let's not try for an accent here. she laughs, as quietly as she can, then starts again. ] No, but seriously. I know this is creepy as shit, but this guy's been creepy as shit too, so it evens out.

[ Moran has his rifle balanced rather jauntily on his shoulder, but his ears are tuned into Wichita's entire commentary and his mood is slowly souring. Thanks, Wichita. He sounds nothing like that. He gives an exasperated sigh and eyes her over his shoulder. Gurl, you in trouble now. ]

I've heard sneakier footsteps from an elephant. An especially large one. With a limp. Have nothing better to do with your time, then?

--hup! Discovered. It appears the Maroonie is in a bad mood. Let’s find out why.

[ but she's not about to turn the camera off. she eventually catches up to him, points her camera up at his face ( why is he ten feet tall seriously ), basically takes on the job of being his personal paparazzi. Just to annoy him more. ]

… Where are we going? Is it someplace nobody knows about? I hope you haven't been doing anything secretive and naughty in your free time. [ she turns the camera around just long enough to make a GASP! SCANDALOUS! face, then it's back on him. ] Nice rifle, by the way, who'd you steal it from?

[ He rolls his eyes, only growing more annoyed because wow, Wichita, is this really necessary? People already don't take him seriously thanks to a certain Mrs.Nesbit. ]

It's my own gun, and it's a place I know about, but I don't recall inviting you anywhere.

Mhm, sure, sure. [ she doesn't doubt it was a locker gift, but she's not about to tell him that. ] And you probably should have been a little less obvious you were headed somewhere cool if you didn't want me to follow. Just saying.

[ but now that Wichita's panning the camera around again, it just looks like every other hallway on the ship. huh. whatever, details. but now she has to work on convincing Moran to just let her go with him ( since she's pretty sure heading back alone would just end up with her getting very lost ), so; ]

Stay tuned! We'll be back after this short commercial break.

[ she shuts off her communicator and doesn't come back until! ]

Look what I found.

[ well, what Moran found. Wichita's now sitting on a bench in the ship's official gun range, which is all real and loaded up with actual shooting range equiptment and soundproof glass between rows and rows of targets. it's way different than any of the ranges in Kansas, but it's obvious enough what it's intended for. the camera pans around to give a full view of the large room, then ends up back on Wichita's face again. ]

This is the real deal ladies and gentleman. No more destroying dinnerware and random things we'll never use on the ship. We've got targets. Pretty sure you archers could have some fun in here too. Shit.

[ she doesn't sound giddy, but she's actually kind of excited. even if Moran's probably going to be all mad when he finds out she slipped his secret. oops. speaking of him, those muffled gunshots? would be Moran destroying holographic targets one by one. the camera zooms in on said targets, letting you all know why Wichita's now going- ] Um, yikes. [ because his accuracy is a little scary. BUT. that doesn't mean Wichita isn't going to mess with him again. ]

We're back on W.S.A.W.S.M. [ with the camera on her face again, she gets right back into the loud stage whispering, especially so she can be heard over the gunshots ] Here we see the Giant Maroonie in his natural hunting grounds. Did you see how absolutely horrifying those targets look. That one no longer has a head! Clear off! Watch out, ladies and gents, this creature is lethal. [ as if she should be making a joke about a dangerous fellow passenger. whatever. he's just a goof! right? ]

Let's see exactly what happens when a fellow predator- [ SNERK ] -makes an attempt to steal away his spotlight by stealing away said targets! ..Like two lions going after the same antelope. Just roll with it. [ flip! the camera is back on Moran, then gets set down on the floor, angled up, before we see Wichita walk into the frame. a little bit cut off since she's closer, but you can see the lower half of her body, at least. he’s front and center. ] Observe!

-- Hey, Chops! Scoot over. [ the camera shows her untuck her gun from the back of her jeans, then she's got her gun raised, aimed at the target behind him, but it might… look a little different than that, to him. maybe the camera too. not that Wichita realizes this. ]

[ The silence between Sebastian's shots becomes shorter and shorter until it's nearly a straight stream of fire at the targets. He doesn't miss his target, but for a man who's ordinarily calm and relaxed with a gun, he's tensed and stiff and his teeth are clenched. He can't hear Wichita over his shots, but he knows she's back at her wildlife commentary and he's growing increasingly more irritated by her presence alone.

When she approaches and raises her own gun, however, he takes it the wrong way and finally snaps. He quickly picks a mark, all the time aiming to hurt and not to kill, and fires one shot into her shoulder. If the camera happens to catch a very good close up--boy oh boy has his mood taken a crazy turn. He's almost cheerful now. Silent Hill didn't quite quench his thirst for shooting enough. Between that and Wichita's pestering, can you really blame him? ]

Still need me to scoot over, chum?

[ooc: the cut is ooc, just to save your flist. UM. Moran is ORANGE, Wichita is BLUE. replies will come from both once Hannah wakes up again and Moran is done, um, running. have made plans for someone to come pick her up, but she'll be talking ( kinda! ) to anybody that answers. i'll include random notes in the tags as we go. idek.

BUT YEAH. YAY GUN RANGE! underneath all this ridiculousness, the ship's actual gun range has been discovered! Wichita will give directions once she's got medical attention. :D ]

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[ it's literally the last thing she expects him to do.

so when he does turn, gun still raised, she doesn't flinch. he pulls the trigger, she hears the shot, and then, suddenly, she's on the ground. it kind of almost felt like something like the Hulk punched her in the shoulder. well, took his giant Hulk finger and jabbed her in the shoulder. and everyone probably could see the bullet hit its mark, she's wearing her usual white tee shirt anyway, and it's not like a rifle shot is all that subtle. but now she's on the ground, staring up the ceiling and- maybe she should be crying, or screaming, but she's kind of in shock, for a second. she can breathe, but it feels like her arm is just gone.

it's not! of course it's not, don't be ridiculous. but when she looks to her left, all she sees is red. and then everything tilts. ]

Fuck! [ she can't even sit up. her feet prop on the floor, knees bent, like she's about to sit up, but when she does it just causes a sharp pang to jolt up her side, and she squeezes her eyes shut, drops her gun on the floor next to her hip in favor of attempting to put her hand over the wound. ] -shitshitshitshit- [ no, no, no. not touching it. not doing that. fuck putting pressure on it. fuck trying to sit up. ] You just fucking shot me! [ it kind of sounds like a question, like she can't believe she's even experiencing it right now, let alone because MORAN shot her. ]

Edited 2012-10-15 07:06 (UTC)

[ Sebastian only assumes the camera has been turned off. He has no real idea that his assault on Wichita has been recorded and, quite frankly, he doesn't really care given the crazy adrenaline high he’s on. He feels rather satisfied with himself, and his mood has obviously been lifted by that one shot.

He smiles his shark smile, pausing to push Wichita's gun closer to her again with the toe of his boot. A true gentlemen, clearly. ]

Ought to keep your eyes a bit sharper. A smidge wider won't hurt either. Atta girl. [ Giving her good shoulder a heavy pat, he balances his rifle on his shoulder in that same cheerful manner as before and exits stage right, whistling a jaunty little tune. This douchebag. What Wichita doesn't see is that he takes off running the minute he's out the door. ]

action; locked to moran and thennn caleb

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