Personal Weapons Training [personal, closed]

Zeke sat in his comfortable arm chair and swiveled back and forth, staring at the computer screen in front of him. Here in his security room, he always felt safe. Comfortable, was probably the word. Zeke hardly ever felt safe anymore, and he treasured these moments where he could worry less. It's strange that these are the exact moments we plan to work on defeating the urge to worry more. In order to satisfy his further need for safety, Zeke was going to study weaponry a little bit more in depth, at least some interesting weapons.

So he sat here, contemplating his computer screen which said, 'Operation 100% complete. Room ready for dial up. Stealth 100%. All clear, we are go. You may proceed.'

So many words for a computer screen, but Zeke loved it. He had programmed this computer to print out more words than he personally was capable of saying these days. Although he had always been an outgoing talk-too-much kind of guy, the last few months had done a number on him, and he had become quite reserved. Ever since Evie in fact. Now he needed the computer to make up for his lack of speaking. It did.

He looked over at the firing range-reformed-closet. An ingenuitive idea he had heard of online. Now, after countless hours of works and many tests, it was finally ready to use. One hundred percent quiet on the inside, lined with sound-proof glass, and other sound-proof materials, it was the perfect practice range right in the middle of his own little home. It meant that he would be living out of his dresser for a while, but forgoing the closet was a small price to pay for the skills of a fighter.

He finally stood and walked to the entrance of the closet. The computer, nicknamed 'Joy', was monitoring everything inside the room, from body temperatures to the accuracy of Zeke's shots. Everything was read and stored on Zeke's hard drive, which incidentally was humongous. Zeke was just a techie. There was nothing else really to say.

He hit a button on his armband, a unique device tied into Joy and the room, and the door behind him shut with a whoosh. The cool air of the air conditioning went away, and now he was in a warm room. I'll have to do something about that... He hadn't modified Joy to send AC through the joint. He probably ought to change that.

The room smelled like new plastic, one of Zeke's favorite scents. The room was white and bright, like he liked it when he was practicing with a weapon. Course, he had never practiced before, but now was a good a time as ever.

To his left was a white hard-plastic shelf sitting in the wall. Zeke hit another button on his armband and the shelf slid down, sticking out about two feet. Another button and a compartment in it flew open, revealing a unique set of ninja throwing stars.

Zeke had never thrown one of these in his life, but he was willing to learn. He had always been decent at darts and American frisbee, how different could this be? He picked a star up and aimed at a target about fifteen feet away. The closet itself was only eight feet long, but Zeke had knocked down a wall and considerably made his dining area smaller to increase the size of the practice room to about forty feet long and six wide. At least it was just a sliver he had taken from the dining room, not a hunk.

With the flick of his wrist, the Shuriken left his hand and flew towards the target, only to fall short by about three feet. Ugh. I stink at this... His mind was telling him to give it up now and move on to the next weapon, but he couldn't.

Forty-nine throws later and he was getting better, much better. He wasn't a pro by any stretch of the imagination, but he was improving, and learning some methods in how to throw them. He found that the easiest way for him was to arch his back slightly and throw his arm and wrist forward, almost basically letting the star slip out of his hand sideways and glide to the target.

He nailed six out of fifty on the one foot target at fifteen foot range. A good start. Yeah... right. For the next three hours, Zeke gave the Shuriken his undivided attention (except for once when he had to use the restroom). Each time he would finish his arsenal of fifty, the room itself would clean up the stars and return them to the shelf, only for Zeke to launch them again towards the target.

He practiced at long and short range, and over a few hours had gotten the basic skills pretty well down pat. Now for some easier work.

Zeke's only military experience was in the Israeli army at the age of eighteen. He had left shortly after citing mutant-like abilities, which the Israeli military wasn't to keen about, at least, Zeke's sergeant wasn't. He was given leave, and never went back. So, Zeke had had a little gun training, but not a lot. Still, firing a gun was pretty simple compared with throwing a Shuriken.

He hit a button on his armband and out popped a Desert Eagle. Since 1982, Israeli Weapons Industries had been producing the high magnum semi-automatic pistol, and Zeke figured that his homeland would be the best place to purchase a weapon. He got the Mark XIX .44 Magnum in a brushed chrome finish, with a six inch barrel and 8 round clip.

He pulled the weapon out of it's case and handled the gun again, getting it's feel in his hands and enjoying the weight it carried. A two-inch bullet was nothing to be laughed at, and if Zeke learned to have sufficient skill in this department, he would be a force to be reckoned with, even without his sulfur ability.

After handling it for a few minutes, Zeke aimed it down the range at maximum distance and fired off a clip. Then two clips. Then four. Then ten. He kept firing until he had used all of his ammunition. This all used, Zeke replaced the gun and left the room.

Looking up at the clock, he learned it was well after 4 AM. He had spent over fifteen hours in the practice room, mostly with the pistol. He yawned and headed for his bed... tomorrow he would wake up and practice again.

OOC: Assume that Zeke is continuing this ongoing practice virtually all day every day for the next couple weeks. He should be practiced enough to be decent with both weapons by the time the camp breakout takes place.