Report 015 - [Accidental Video]
Nov. 11th, 2009 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
followstheflame[The feed flickers on to a sideways view of the kitchen table, the PCD laying on the counter. The table is covered with a towel and Riza sits, cleaning her pistol. She takes it apart slowly, careful movements honed from years of experience.
After all of the pieces are laid out on the table, Riza moves to a drawer to get a rag, yawning on the way. She returns to the table, but stands there for a second, studying one of the smaller pieces. With a frown, she daintily picks up the piece and throws it to the ground.
Before the feed ends, we hear her mumble something about spiders.]
After all of the pieces are laid out on the table, Riza moves to a drawer to get a rag, yawning on the way. She returns to the table, but stands there for a second, studying one of the smaller pieces. With a frown, she daintily picks up the piece and throws it to the ground.
Before the feed ends, we hear her mumble something about spiders.]
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Date: 2009-11-14 07:43 pm (UTC)Yes, Sir.
[She quickly gathers up her gun parts and drops them off in her room before rejoining him.]
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Date: 2009-11-14 07:47 pm (UTC)When she returned, his eyebrow arched slightly, and he looked her up and down carefully.]
How many guns do you have here?
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Date: 2009-11-14 07:49 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2009-11-14 07:51 pm (UTC)[Without a word he takes a deep breath, and offers something resembling a smile, before shoving his hands in his pockets and wandering off toward the door. He wasn't sure where they would walk, whether they would even talk at all - and if they did, what they would talk about - but he knew that even with her with him, silent or not, he would have time to figure out the things going on in his head.]