Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151119014130/@comment-24487330-20151206183602

Every action of theirs seemed to blur together for Holly as she suppressed her instincts...until the near-deafening gunshot brought her attention abruptly back to reality. Her eyes went wide as the weapon jumped in her hand and its chambered bullet was propelled down-range, striking the target across from her booth. She might have yelped slightly, but it might have been drowned out by the gunshot...In any case, she took a few seconds to collect her thoughts as Chris let go of her and stepped away. Now that she had an idea of what to do, she could actually put her mind to practicing proper use of her weapon.

Following through with the same series of actions SSgt. McDowwel had just walked her through, she slowly fired one shot at a time, memorizing the muscle movements required to hold, aim, and fire properly. The first several shots missed their mark, only clipping the outer edges of her target, but as she learned how to adjust her posture and grip, her grouping started to converge. It was still a mess, but at least she seemed to be grasping the general concepts of firing a gun...at least until she ran out of bullets.

...*Click!*

The gun snapped a bit in Holly's hand but produced neither sound nor shot. How curious...She tried a couple more times, but it still refused to operate as she had come to anticipate. She put the weapon down in front of her and looked down at it, curious as to why it had suddenly stopped working. "(Is it defective,)" she wondered to herself, utterly baffled...