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[beltbucklerebel]

[the camera, at first, is only focused on a wall. In the background, off screen, there are the sounds of fabric rustling as Booth struggles with his suit jacket...followed by a mild curse as he gives up and slings it over a chair. He hasn't brought himself to cut holes in it, yet, but it just isn't comfortable without them.

Frustrated, he drops down on the couch, lounging irritably...and notices the open journal.

In his irritation, he doesn't bother to close it, instead taking the opportunity to complain.]

Okay...cute as someone probably thinks this is, I've had just about enough of wing-world. Talking animals? A bunch of kids running around with super powers? I've had hallucinations that made more sense than this place. [huh...come to think of it, that sounds worse out loud than it did in his head. Moving on]

And how're you supposed to do anything with these wings getting in the way all the time? I haven't had a good night's rest in a month.

Has anyone put in a firing range around here? Because I could really go for shooting something, right about now.

Player Name: Kyra
Are You New?: N
Character Name: Seeley Booth
Character Fandom: Bones

Comments

[greenjacketed]

[ the major sizes the agent up from a distance -- shading his eyes from the sun for a moment. he's seen outfits like this around the village before. suits, right? that's what they were called.

and the socks were damn fine. ]

Hallo. [ a nod in return. his own uniform was left open at the top -- the stock abandoned. but the buttons were...sorta polished. ]

[beltbucklerebel]

Sir. [it's more friendly than formal, accompanied by a grin. He takes in the officer as well, but there's no real opinion on the state of his uniform. As far as regulation went, Booth was known for pushing a few of the boundaries. He certainly didn't mind others doing the same.

His eyes quickly leave the uniform, though, falling appreciatively on the rifle] Oh man...she's a beauty.

[replacing his Glock in its holster, he steps forward...a respectful distance, but trying to get a better look]

[greenjacketed]

Certainly is. [ he eyes that holstered glock -- a pistol? hmm..

but then he realizes that booth is reciprocating some of that eying. and so he draws back the baker's hammer to half-cock. with a satisfying thunk. ]

Deadly accurate, too.

[beltbucklerebel]

[if there's one thing Booth knows, it's firearms. He knows the old line of that rifle, and he can guess that what counts as deadly accurate for the Major isn't anything like Booth's standard. But he doesn't contradict him, and his appreciation doesn't dim. This is a piece of history that he doesn't need Bones to find value in]

From home, or did you have to get a new one here?

[it was less of an issue with his handgun. It didn't bother him to find a new standard issue. But his sniper rifle...that had been another matter.

It wasn't that he could see a use for it. And he didn't want to have to use it. But if it came down to it, he wanted a weapon he was familiar with]

[greenjacketed]

Home, Booth. [ he still says the man's name with a certain measure of wariness. ] Took'er long enough to show up.

[ he nods at the holster. ] One of them future pieces...?