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Post by Holi on Oct 22, 2012 4:23:38 GMT -5
Did you train on lasers? Hollister blinks, briefly taken aback by the question. He knows some departments use lasers; they're too finicky to rely on yet, or the entire MCU would probably have them. It's as good an excuse as any.
"Yeah," he says, and it isn't entirely a lie. He has no idea if Detective Hollister trained on lasers, but Holi certainly did. "You think that's it?" he wonders, turning a bemused but somewhat hopeful expression on Detective Hunt. He certainly exercises enough that he isn't lacking for upper arm strength, but he's just not used to this whole recoil thing. Hopefully humans perfect their laser technology soon and can move away from having to contain tiny incendiary explosions in handheld metal cases.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 29, 2012 21:34:04 GMT -5
"Could be," Esprit murmurs noncommittally. She holds up her hands, looks at Detective Hollister, and asks, "May I?"
She wants to adjust his posture but will need to get grabby to do so.
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Post by Holi on Nov 15, 2012 9:39:07 GMT -5
If Hollister could see the dumb, deer-in-headlights look on his face right now, he'd turn beet red and flee in sheer mortification. Fortunately he can't, or the scene would be over prematurely.
"…May you what?" he blurts out stupidly, baffled by Detective Hunt's gesture. He doesn't think to wonder what she's thinking; mostly, he's surprised he's had this long a conversation with the very stoic woman that has involved neither of their partners.
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Post by Spinister on Nov 15, 2012 19:21:59 GMT -5
"Adjust you," Esprit replies simply. She wants to adjust his stance.
His pale skin shows his emotions easily. What a liability.
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Post by Holi on Nov 21, 2012 20:58:00 GMT -5
"Oh." Now he feels stupid rather than just sounding stupid. Hollister grins awkwardly and shrugs. "Sure?" he almost squeaks. He'll stop embarrassing himself sometime, right?
Sure. And when he gets back home, they'll name him Convoy and Clipper will finally stop ignoring him.
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Post by Spinister on Nov 23, 2012 19:24:49 GMT -5
Esprit matter-of-factly tries to manhandle Hollister's posture into a position that will made it much easier for him to handle the recoil. If all he does is hold that posture and then take a shot, he'll get a shot straight through the target's heart.
Then she'll have to adjust him again, likely.
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Post by Holi on Dec 13, 2012 21:26:07 GMT -5
This is about the point that Hollister wishes his superpower was sinking through floors when embarrassed, not having a wide-band receiver in his head stuck in the 'on' position. He doesn't fight the coaching, but he's clearly awkward with Det. Hunt's proximity. For various reasons – a couple of which make no sense when he thinks about it because biology.
She is lovely, in a severe sort of way. She's also married, he thinks. Focus on the target. Focus on doing the job right.
Painstakingly trying not to mess up his new positioning, Hollister carefully takes aim, fires… and hits a hand away from the bullseye. But he's been getting close all this time; it's keeping his shots together that's the problem. He fires again. A few inches to his left, not much better than he's been doing. He's much more aware now, however, of the way the gun pulls at him when he fires. How hadn't he noticed before? Because of the way he stood? Nervously, he flicks a glance toward Det. Hunt before he tries again, frowning in concentration but making no fuss about the mistake; no disappoint groans, moans, or curses. Just work.
He has to get it right. He has to get better.
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Post by Spinister on Dec 14, 2012 19:03:08 GMT -5
Esprit has a husband, yes. A wonderful... experimental.... husband. So while human social skills are generally something she puts the minimum into, she can at least pick up that...
...that...
...that's hilarious. Would Ned like it if she brought him home?
Esprit adjusts his positioning a bit more.
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Post by Holi on Dec 18, 2012 20:22:57 GMT -5
Hollisters should not be taken home. Hollisters have little brothers to keep out of trouble.
"Starting to wonder why we trained on lasers," he mumbles while Hunt corrects him again. The answer, of course, is that when he actually trained on firearms, lasers were and had been the weapon of choice for millennia. He sights and fires again. Close to his second shot. Could be a fluke. He sights and fires; the fourth shot looks close, and a glance at the camera – without lowering his weapon, bad Hollister – shows that mark just an inch or two away. Not perfect, but so much better that he almost cheers. Almost. Not quite.
He's tired of everybody calling him the kid and cheering on the range won't help him.
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Post by Spinister on Dec 19, 2012 17:44:10 GMT -5
There are babysitters.
Esprit gives him a nudge to lower his weapon when he looks at the camera. C'mon, here, does he want to be called 'kid' forever?
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Post by Holi on Aug 7, 2013 22:35:29 GMT -5
Hollister is so not thinking of Officer Hunt as attractive. Nope. He has a girlfriend. Cute girlfriend. Cute robot girlfriend. Cute robot girlfriend who isn't here. Cute robot girlfriend who isn't here and can rarely be bothered to give him the time of day, let alone have a conversation with him when she is around. Cute robot girlfriend who isn't here, hardly gives him the time of day, and certainly couldn't coach him in firearms usage.
Officer Hunt has nice hands.
Hollister flushes and focuses on the target, pretending his grimace is for the correction when he slips up and looks away from the firing line. Jan never told him about problems like this. Keeping in mind all the little corrections Officer Hunt has been kind enough to direct him through thus far, Hollister takes his position and fires again. It's a much, much better cluster than before; only two shots stray from the group. He could call that good enough, but good enough isn't really good enough, is it?
"The recoil's getting easier," he murmurs, largely to hear something other than his own brain rambling at him.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 8, 2013 15:54:04 GMT -5
Esprit is not liable to accept 'better'. She will keep fussing over him until he gives up. (He will never be perfect, and she will accept nothing less, so it will be up to him to come up with an excuse to leave.) For now, she backs away from him, considering his stance with an intense gaze.
Esprit could say many things, but she refrains. Keep talking, Det. Hollister.
Say something interesting to fill the space.
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Post by Holi on Aug 19, 2013 20:19:02 GMT -5
Hollister – in another body – has driven the wrong way up escalators because he doesn't know the meaning of giving up. He's not about to throw in the towel just because he isn't perfect. He sees room for improvement and he will close that gap. If not today, then tomorrow.
Another target comes back. The cluster is still loose, but he doesn't have any strays this time. He grins, secures his weapon, and sets it down to set a new target, then looks over his shoulder at Detective Hunt. She looks… certainly not approving, no. Critical. Studying. He just beams at her.
"Guess it just takes practise," he says. "Thank you for your tutelage." Only after it rolls off his tongue does tutelage feel too clunky a word, though it's the most fitting and the one word that naturally leaps to mind. He masks the sudden, awkward feeling by sending his target down the lane and readying his gun again.
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Post by Spinister on Jan 7, 2014 20:12:08 GMT -5
"All things that are worthwhile take practice," Esprit reminds, sounding bored.
But she doesn't move. She's still there.
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Post by Holi on Feb 4, 2014 1:55:58 GMT -5
"Well, that's true!" Hollister says. He's gone through another target before he realises Detective Hunt hasn't really budged and continues observing him. Only a little bit anxious – it's almost like she's hovering, waiting for him to screw up – he secures his weapon and looks back at her. He hasn't even given his target a glance, nor pulled it back yet. It's sitting at the end of the range with one shredded, tennis ball-sized hole in the middle of the chest and a stray shot about where it would've bounced off a man's rib.
It's not a tight cluster, but it's the best he's produced today, and it might be the last, given the way Hunt's observation has turned a little uneasy-making. Hollister covers up the nerves with a laugh.
"Is… there anything else?" She seems tired of him, if her tone of voice means anything.
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