lets take it to the wild, wild west [jerrett]

[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

the young girl was currenting attempting to get use to the idea of having a roommate, it also did not matter to her that he was completely homosexual. sometimes girls would enjoy having a sassy gay best friend, but she wasn't use to having these things called friends; she lacked the knowledge on what it takes to be a friend when it all comes down to it. being a hunter, one usually got used to bruised ribs, especially if that hunter flirted with the danger of becoming the one supernatural that she couldn't stand existing. a cold, chilled ice pack was laying on her ripcage, as she was laying on her bed wearing nothing but her underwear. not that it really mattered what she was doing while in her bedroom, it was an off limits zone for her roommate, elmo. a small smile appeared on her lips while a hand reached up from the sides of her frame and through her damp hair. she was trying to roll over ideas on what to do with her day to make it feel a little more pleasant and eventful. a low sigh escaped her lips when thinking about going to the club, and obviously had no amusement to deal with intoxicated people.

maybe i should go practise my shot. she thought, as she pushed herself up on her elbows. that would also mean that she was going to have to put those things that are called clothes on, last time she looked nudity or partcial nudity was a big no when dealing with the law system. she finished pushing herself up into a sitting position, glancing down at her torso to see that her rips were still brusied and she was pretty sure that she was going to be questioned about it; if she hadn't covered it up. a low breathe escaped her lips when she pushed herself upright position when standing on her wooden floor. she walked to her closet and started pulling out clothes to were then going to the bathroom to finish drying her hair, putting up the three braid-things in her hair and put on natural makeup to bring out her eyes a bit. she turned on her heels and walked back in the master bedroom, that it was only a bit bigger then the regular sized bedroom. she pulled up her pair of blue jean pants and slipped them on, one leg at a time, and button them up at her hips and made sure that the bottom of her underwear was covered, as well as the crack of her arse. she pulled out a white tank top, slipping it on and then pulled up her plaid button up shirt and buttoned it up to just above her clevage. she picked up a plain black belt, laced it around her waist, through the belt loops, and lashed it. she picked up a pair of aviators and slipped them on, and placed them on the top of her head. she then started hidding some weapons in hidden places, for certain situations and started on her way to manuka's gun range. it's a place for newer hunters or just people who enjoy blowing off steam. plus, she currently didn't have a job to worry about so might as well practise.

it didn't take her long to get there, it also did not take her long to get her hands on a conseld weapon (gun) and some amunition (bullets). she started loading the gun, with the headphone appearing set around her neck awaiting for to fully put them over her ears. she was so used to hearing gunfire, she didn't consider the possibility of her loosing her hearing before it happened because of old age. she wasn't sure if she wanted to be alone, or someone to flirt with, or pretend it was her first time firing a gun. she started to lightly bite her lip, while finishing putting the clip in the gun.

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clothes: clicky
words: enough
notes: meow

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[JERRETT MICHAEL KLEIN]

now i’m fighting this war since the day of the fall

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and i’m desperately holding on to it all

By all means, Jerrett was no big fan of guns. It had been the weapon that had killed his father, and he viewed it as a nasty weapon that deserved to be locked away forever. Although he couldn't be bothered most of the time to initiate any sort of discrimination against guns, he was indeed, a bit prejudiced about them. He knew that the weapon had many good uses about it, but he couldn't help but notice the bad as well most of the time. That shit killed people, and peace was impossible without you threatening someone with it most of the time or someone refusing to put it down. It was happening all around him, people being killed here and there because of stupid guns. It was ridiculously easy to obtain one, he noted wryly, All you needed was a shady individual with the right contacts in the right places.

But all negativity on the weapon was lost the moment he walked into the gun club. It was the only place in Manuka he refused to frequent the moment he moved here, but curiosity had eventualy won over the werewolf. His nose crinkled at the sharp, metallic scent of the weapons, and he questioned himself once again as to why he decided to come here. Jerrett glanced at the gun he had borrowed from a friend, and the thin crinkle of a frown etched upon his forehead. Despite his thoughts, he was indeed curious, and wanted to know how it felt to actually shoot something. There had to be some sort of thrill to it or something, or else people wouldn't fancy them so much for them to be so widely used.

Jerrett had only shot something once in his entire life, and that had been nothing more than a glass bottle, His uncle had taught him to use one when he was six, and that had been the last time he ever held such a lethal weapon. He stepped into the indoor area and took a place next to a young woman, carefully removing the clip and loading it with bullets. He glanced again at the weapon uncertainly before picking it up and aiming, trying to remember what his uncle taught him, and at the same time, felt like a complete idiot. Jerrett removed the safety, and after brief moment of hesitation, fired.

"Ack," murmured the boy at the shock of the bullet being displaced, and grimaced at the smell of gunpowder. His bullet had blew a hole that was not part of the target, and Jerrett was also suddenly aware that his stance in firing the damn thing was incorrect. He glanced to his right to see the brunette staring at him, and he smiled apologetically. "I haven't fired in ages." he explained, chuckling at himself. "I'm sorry."

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

The first time she picked up was a gun was right after her two adopted "parents" brought her into their family, saying that she was never to early to learn. She barely made a point to thinking about live before the orphan bit, she just pretended that there was another reason why her hatred for Werewolves were so strong. Dear Michie, wasn't a peacekeeper and would much prefer to shoot first then ask questions later. She wasn't sure how different she was going to be towards the creature that would inhabit some part of her time frame for the day, nor did she really care for right now. She was known for shady deals, and always going for the payment that was larger than her original; she didn't care about the stupid war that had started because of a fellow hunter.

Now being a hunter, it was effortless to unload and reload in record time, but she was doing it rather slowly to make it look like this wasn't her hobby or somewhere in her occupation title. When she saw movement in the corner of her vision, she slightly turned her head to take apart of who had decided that it was safe enough to come around her, mmm, he's hot. She glanced away and noticed that he had a moment of hesitation, this had caused her to lift an eyebrow and a comment about it almost slipped out; she decided that she should just see how he reacts to it. She almost let out a giggle, but kept it to herself.

She wasn't exactly staring at him, she was watching him and smiled at him commenting and appologized to her, "It's quite alright, but you should fix your stance; it might help you out." she replied, walking towards him and used her foot to place it in the opposite place to fix his footing and took a step back, "Try it now." she replied, while she started nibbling her bottom lip. She wasn't sure if she was doing that thing called being nice or flirting. She got in the stance that she just instructed him in and fired a few shots, one landing in the head and the other where the heart would have been located at. She didn't use where the targets were actually located at, she practed her aiming at where the deadlest would be located at. She hadn't killed a human or a fellow hunter, and honestly she wasn't sure if she would care or if her reaction would be the exact opposite.

Her stanced relaxed as she glanced over at him, with a small sly smirk, "My name is Michie, by the way." she said, introducing herself. She was pretty sure that she hadn't ran into him before and if she had, she must have been pretty well off drunk. She was doing all this without showing how much her ribcage hurt, she glanced away and back at him with a small friendly smile..

tagged: naga with jerrett
clothes: clicky
words: enough
notes: i lurve him

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[JERRETT MICHAEL KLEIN]

now i’m fighting this war since the day of the fall

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and i’m desperately holding on to it all

Jerrett was well aware that he probably made a nice fool out of himself in front of the young lady next to him, but he took it in good stride and even felt amused at having managed to screw himself up. He was actually quite okay with dealing with females, and didn't mind messing himself up in front of them. They were after all like him, a person, all created equal by god and all that. It was how Jerrett liked to think, that everyone had been born equal, but he was also aware at how misleading the statement could sound. Some were born powerful, way more powerful than any ordinary individual could be. Take him for example, he was a bit more intelligent than the average person. Too intelligent sometimes, he noted, Jerrett often got carried away. The werewolf had a habit of thinking that everyone shared his intellect, and could keep up with him, but if was often always the opposite. He didn't use it to his advantage though, even though his friends say he could score well with the ladies. Nope, it just slipped out, as always.

He smiled, allowing the young brunette to help fix his stance. Ah, now that felt more correct. "Thanks," said Jerrett gratefully, shifting his weight a little and straightening his back so that he was more comfortable and he could get a better aim. His fingers curled around the gun again, and after a brief moment of hesitance, he glanced back at her. She had resumed standing at her original spot, and his eyes widened when she fired her own shots. "Shit," laughed the werewolf at the accuracy of her shots, knowing full well that he would never reach that level of mastery. Not that he wanted to anyway. Should he ever engage in combat however, he preferred to use his claws and fangs.

Shrugging, the boy returned to the shooting stance, and fired a few shots of his own. Three of them didn't hit, but one went into the target's shoulder. Jerrett grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment. It wasn't much, but it was definitely something! "Hah, it hit. The acceleration of the bullet should be roughly about seventy kilometers an hour, the force produced by the bullet upon hitting the target should be..." Blinking upon realizing that he was murmuring physics under his breath, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. Oops. On the bright side, he hadn't spoken to her about it. He felt that he had already made a nice embarrassment out of himself already, Jerrett didn't need to add physics to it now didn't he?

"I'm Jerrett," he replied with a grin, putting the gun down and massaging his hand. "You're pretty good at this." Jerrett then added, wondering if shooting was her hobby. "When did you start?"

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[LARA "MICHIE" MICHELLE RAMEY]

The darkhaired hunter consider herself having a lot of achievements on her hunts, and some fading scars from past fights. Right now, she was waiting for her rip-caged to heel, because it didn't feel all too pleasant, in her opinion and she was pretending that nothing happened. It would be pretty difficult to explain to someone who didn't know anything about supernaturals, and she would have too slide into a whole heartedly lie. Sometimes things slipped from her mouth, but she wasn't extremely pissed off like she normally was. She was unaware that the person that she would spend some form of time with would think that everyone was born equal, considering that she tended to be a little close-minded when it came to being equal towards each other. Sometimes she wondered where would she bit, if her parents weren't killed by a pack of Werewolves and wondered if she would have someone in her life or would she still be alone in the relationship department.

She noticed that he smiled, which caused her to smile back towards her, and went back to quietly fixing his stance. He had a nice enough body structure that she had to remember that she couldn't portray herself as a loose girl, her eyes glanced towards him and gave him a small nod, "Welcome." she replied to him, with a light smile. She graciously returned to her original position and fired off shots, signaling that it wasn't her first time firing a gun; She was going to have to make purposeful misses, so no one catched on with her occupational status. She heard his comment escaped his lips, along with an infectious laugh, which caused her to flash him a smile, "I'm sure, your aim isn't that bad." she commented, didn't even bothered to throw in a flirty tone. She prefered to use weapons when her victims had a much larger strength scale then her.

Her eyes glanced towards to his side of the target and watching where the bullets landed in the target, "Have you ever shot before?" she asked, noticing some potential in the young man. A few moments later, she heard some rambling spew out of his lips and she tilted her head and lifted an eyebrow, since it was too low for her to really hear exactly what he had said, "I'm sorry?" she said, unsure if she was suppose to hear that or not. Sometimes her social skills were a little off, since she normally didn't speak with enough people using her own personality. She was starting to think that she wasn't suppose to pay attention to every little detail, but she couldn't help but take in ever small detail of his attractive face.

She heard him introduce himself as Jerrett, and she was pretty sure that every shortening of his name would sound awkward and weird, "Nice to meet you, Jerrett." she replied to him, with a small, sweet smile. She lowered her gun that was still aimed towards the target ahead of her, and glanced back towards it for only a moment before looking back at him. "Thank you," she replied, and then added, "I was a young girl, when I was being taught how to shoot a gun." she answered his question, without a moment of hesitation.

tagged: naga with jerrett
clothes: clicky
words: enough
notes: i want to marry his face XD haha

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