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thissideup2017-11-17 10:33 pm
youngun) wrote in thissideup2017-11-17 10:33 pm
Gabriel and Jesse family funtimes!
[So. That crackdown on the Deadlock gang that was supposed to be a cakewalk? Yeah, it was anything but. At least three dozen Blackwatch agents got hurt or died in the fight, and most of the Deadlock members who didn't die in the gunfire either refused to talk or spent their time cussing out anyone who approached them. A lot of death and injuries, and there isn't much to show for it.
There is one interesting piece to it all, though. Down in holding cell C is some bratty kid who looks like he belongs in a high school rather than in a gang. Said bratty kid is also cursing up a storm just like everyone else, but somehow he managed to either kill or critically injure 12 agents, armed with only a revolver of all things. That kind of accuracy with that kind of gun warrants special attention, which meant calling in the boss for negotiations.
The kid, who hasn't even given his name yet, is currently chained to a chair in holding cell C. The only other things in the room are a table and another chair, both of which have been kicked across the room by now. The kid has a bloody gash on his forehead, one that has trickled blood down the side of his face, but the wound itself appears to be closed by now. Still, it could probably use some medical attention at some point. It certainly isn't helping with the kid's mood.
Good luck, Gabe. You're gonna need it.]
There is one interesting piece to it all, though. Down in holding cell C is some bratty kid who looks like he belongs in a high school rather than in a gang. Said bratty kid is also cursing up a storm just like everyone else, but somehow he managed to either kill or critically injure 12 agents, armed with only a revolver of all things. That kind of accuracy with that kind of gun warrants special attention, which meant calling in the boss for negotiations.
The kid, who hasn't even given his name yet, is currently chained to a chair in holding cell C. The only other things in the room are a table and another chair, both of which have been kicked across the room by now. The kid has a bloody gash on his forehead, one that has trickled blood down the side of his face, but the wound itself appears to be closed by now. Still, it could probably use some medical attention at some point. It certainly isn't helping with the kid's mood.
Good luck, Gabe. You're gonna need it.]
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Not that he doesn't mouth off about it, of course. Because if there is one constant about Jesse McCree, it's that he runs his mouth all the damn time.
Still, he generally likes training, and his scrawny kid-body has begun to fill out and look more like what you would expect from a full-grown man. He even has a beard! ...kind of. Okay, it's like four hairs right under his lower lip, but that totally counts. But that combined with his newfound stamina and bodily strength has been doing wonders for Jesse's unusually-low self-esteem.
He still has problems whenever he fucks up at something, though. Like the rifle training he's supposed to be doing right now. He's hitting the target at least, but it's nowhere near as accurate as the bullseye-perfect shots he manages with Peacekeeper. And that fact is absolutely infuriating to him. Almost as infuriating as the GED-work he has to do in the evening, since he never graduated from high school.]
Fuck! Boss, why do I gotta learn this? I ain't ever gonna use it!
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And, hell, in time he'd even become almost fond of him. When he wasn't being a brat he was a good kid. It wasn't terribly often, sure, but all he had to do was show Jesse off at the training range and he was off the hook for his recruitment. Jesse was a damn good shot.
Well, mostly. Give him what he was comfortable with and he could land headshot after headshot. This, though... ]
You don't know that.
[ He'd said the same about the various subjects covered in his GED work. Jesse could be a smart kid-- hell, for all intents and purposes he was, it just came down to if he wanted to be. ]
If you get holed up and that's all you've got it wont matter how good you are with a revolver.
[ Gabriel was as stubborn as Jesse, perhaps even moreso, when it came to this. Sure, on occasion he'd let a little slide with Jesse, but not when it came to this or his education. As far as he was concerned he deserved some slick now and then to be a kid, but not at the cost of his life or his future. Jesse hardly saw it that way, though.
]
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When the hell would that ever happen? It straps to my belt, I ain't goin' nowhere without it. If you're coutin' on me to snipe some asshole then the mission's fucked anyway.
[He doesn't throw the rifle away this time, at least. He sets it down on the ground next to him before sitting up to stretch a little. Laying on a flat surface like that makes his back hurt.]
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[ He knows it's a cheap shot to take, but he's learned a lot about Jesse in these past couple months, and part of that is how to trick him into motivating himself. So it's not surefire but all the same he takes a stab at it. ]
Unless you're happy being a one trick pony. I'll just have to send people along with you for you to rely on.
[ Typically when Jesse starts really giving a shit it'll pay off, and Gabriel's running out of reasons to offer him. ]
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So he's grumbling before picking up that rifle again.]
I ain't dead weight, boss. I can take 'em all with Peacekeeper, but fine.
[His next few shots still suck a lot though, and his irritation is increasing.]
Why's it so hard to do? I got the hang of revolvers right away!
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Because it's not a revolver.
[ Truth be told Ana's better at this-- hell, Jack too, probably. Rifles aren't his go to, either. But there's no way he's giving him over to Ana before he at least has it basically down. He's kinder than that. ]
Stop trying to shoot it like it's just a bigger gun, you gotta use more than your hands for it. Think about the rest of your arm; your shoulders.
[ He wouldn't hold Jesse's hand in this, even if he wanted to he knew Jesse wouldn't go for that. ]
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I think the bruise on my shoulder's enough of a reminder.
[Okay, he doesn't actually have a bruise there, but the rifle does have a kickback and he is definitely feeling it after an hour of target shooting.]
Hey, don't we got guns that shoot bombs 'n' shit? Why can't I use that instead?
[Destroying the entire target would probably be easier, in his mind. Even if giving him a rocket launcher is a Bad Idea.]
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[ Gabriel fixes him with The Look. Which is really just a you shitting me? eyebrow raise, but he does it often enough with Jesse that it's something of a staple. ]
You can't aim a rifle and you want helix rockets?
[ No way. Nope. No chance in hell. ]
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[He says that in an absolutely cheeky tone. He already knows what the answer is going to be, so he might as well be a little shit about it.]
C'mon, it can be my birthday present 'n' everything.
is this how jesse loses his arm
Get as good with that rifle as you are with your revolver and I'll think about it.
[ He's not serious if only because he doesn't ever see that happening. ]
HAHAHA
Because 'I'll think about it' translates to 'yes' in his mind.
It'll take a while before he gets to that point, though. You don't learn marksmanship overnight. But at least he's not complaining about shooting a rifle anymore?]
Fine. But if it takes me too long, then you better get me a cake or somethin' instead.
((OOC: I was thinking something more along the lines of these two comics for how Jesse lost his arm. What do you think?))
cute idea tho: even if Jesse still sucks at this he gets a cake for his birthday anyway /sap
You'll get a cake if you earn one, so get to work.
[ Christ, he needed to stop making promises. Jesse was getting greedy. First explosives and now cake... well, the requests were getting tamer, at least. He had that going for him. ]
((ooc: yeees I love both of these, they've been my personal hc for awhile tbh. I just couldn't resist the obvious joke opportunity.))
that's how he knows Gabe's being real with him: cake even if he fails
Oh, I'll earn it. It better be chocolate too.
[Anddddd he still hits only the outer ring of the target. He scowls, reloads, and tries adjusting his aim a bit more to the left. Which makes him shoot far on the left side of the target, because he over-adjusted. Reload again, and back slightly to the right.]
How long did this shit take you?
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Gabriel sighs, mockingly pensive over this new detail. ]
You've got your work cut out for you.
[ He just watches, pleased at his determination even if he's not really making progress. He's tempted to say not this long, but he's happy to see him finally giving a shit. ]
Awhile. You've gotta really focus on what you're doing but you can't overthink it, either.
[ He's too guns blazing to sit and bide his time for a good shot. It's a useful skill, no doubt, but he can't quite blame Jesse for getting frustrated with it. It doesn't mean he'll ease up, but he's sympathetic. ]
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[Yeah, sure. He's seen those shotguns you use, Gabriel.]
Why don't you show me how it's done? Maybe if you hit a bullseye your skills'll rub off on me or somethin'.
[He is absolutely asking because he doesn't think Gabriel can hit that bullseye.]
oh how the turntables
[ What, no, he's not avoiding it. It's not like it's been awhile, and that once he got good enough at it he called it a day. Certainly not. No way. ]
get used to it Gabe, he knows your number
's not babysittin', we're on base. But I guess if you're scared of lookin' bad in front of a trainee, then I can't blame ya for bein' a chicken.
No matter how much Gabe learns this it doesn't stop working on him
Give me your rifle.
[ There's no hesitation in his actions, in how he all but yanks the gun out of Jesse's hands or how he lowers himself down to get in shooting position. None until he's laying there lining up his shot. Fuck, it's been a long time. Alright, whatever, he remembers this enough. Like riding a bike.
Lines up the shot, takes a steadying breath, and then double checks his shot.
He's never been one for hesitating or backing off from a challenge so he pulls the trigger and takes his shot.
A shot that's only just a few centimeters better than Jesse's. ]
actual children, these two
Up until Gabriel absolutely blows that shot, which is when Jesse starts laughing his ass off. He's laughing so hard he can barely get the next sentence out.]
What happened to- to bein' a good shot, huh?
Truly
But then there's Jesse-fucking-McCree breaking the silence. ]
Still better than any shots you've taken.
[ And christ if he doesn't know it's weak as shit the moment it comes out of his mouth. It being true only helps so much. (A couple centimeters, to be exact.) ]
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[...Jesse what even are your metaphors.]
Maybe you should do some trainin' too, old man.
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But he's sure as fuck not taking this from him. ]
Tough shit, you're the one whose gotta get good at this.
[ He shoves the rifle back into Jesse's arms. ]
You're not leaving here until you hit a bullseye.
((ooc; Gabe is now being childish and pissy, so I'm happy to keep going or wrap up to start something else. Nothing in particular in mind other than the idea that Jesse assumes Gabe is Seriously Angry With Him Forever after this and then nope, happy birthday you brat, here's a cake. down for whatever tho!))
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