Ready. Aim. Fire. [open]

[KNOXVILLE EMERSON RADLEY]

The sun was beating down, a good eight five degrees, but with no humidity, that made all the difference in the world. It was something that he wasn't entirely used to, but he could also see why people moved out west, just to escape the humidity back on the east. Being born in the South (or it had been the South according to his father), Knox Radley was used to the heat. He was lived in it, played it in, hunted in it. So now that he found himself in a place without it, to him, it almost felt a little strange to not be blistering out in the sun or sweating up a storm. But he could still feel it beating down on him and trying to crack his skin like sand and paper. Knox didn't care though, he ignored it for when you were on your stomach, and on the ground, staring through a scope and down the barrel of a raised rifle, well, the sun should be the last thing on your mind.

His eye only focused on the target ahead, a ridiculous 500 yards out. It was the grand prize of this shooting gallery and almost nothing but ex snipers seemed to come here. Everybody was always looking for that perfect shot, and there were only a few who made the hall of fame up in the main office. Knox was looking to take the shot, but even now, he new that there was no way he was going to make it. Sure, he'd hit the target, but in the center, close to impossible. If it had been a deer or something, he wouldn't even take the shot. It'd be too risky, could wound the animal and it might be lost into the forest. Although, something supernatural...he might take it. Things like that usually tend to deserve a painful death.

Although, Knox was allowing his mind to escape him right now, which was the last thing that he really needed to do. There were other people shooting around him, but he barely noticed. He had come far to ignoring the sounds of guns and flying bullets. Half the time, he felt like he didn't need ear plugs. Shifting his weight around, Knox allowed himself to relax a little more, "Sink into the ground," he muttered to himself as he rolled his shoulder in just the slightest way. His fingers tapped a little, avoiding to the trigger until he was ready. Clear his thoughts, clear his mind. Closing one eye, Knox allowed the other one do the searching, focusing. And then he pulled the trigger in a swift motion.

The gun recoiled, the sound muffled by his earplugs. Out at the target, there was now a new hole damaging the white paper, but he was still a ways off from the center of the target, just like the rest of his shots. Figures. There was probably something he was missing to the equation. Perhaps it was the conditions, or maybe it was his gun, but there was something. Knox wasn't used to missing the target like this, but at 500 yards, he couldn't beat himself up over it. There was a wall of fame for a reason in the office. Clicking the safety on, he pulled his hand away from the trigger and removed the rounds before clearing the barrel, "Another day, Knox. Another day." But he only had a few days left, or so he assumed with the hunt before it was over, and it'd be back on the road...or maybe back to his daughter for it had nearly been a month.

With those thoughts in his mind though, he got up and grabbed his rifle before heading over to the overhead and welcomed shade. Pulling the earplugs off, they hung around his neck as he laid everything he needed on the table. For someone with limited education, he could be OCD like that. All of the sudden though, Knox couldn't help but to get one of those feelings. Glancing up, he looked around. He saw nothing but the regulars before he looked to the office and the glass door and the windows. Someone was there, someone new, for he did not recognize them. And at a range like this, that was saying something.

[bobbiwinchester]

Bobbi could handle a gun, she had to be able to as a Winchester it was practically in the handbook, they were named after a gun for christ sake, or the gun was named after them, she wasn't really sure about the whole history of the name to be honest but her father had handed her a gun to protect herself at 8 years old, and made sure she knew how to use it properly. Guns however, were not her first choice of weapon, not when she was hunting. Bow and Arrow was her real skill but archery was something she rarely got to use on a daily basis.

She watched from a distance at the shooters but her attention was on one inparticular an older man trying to hit an impossible target. Well, impossible was not the right word, she knew there were gunmen who could hit the distance and target on mark, but professionally trained snipers, with the proper gun and equipment from the right angle set up and distance measurement. Your average guy in the shooting range was never going to make a real dent in the target, if that were anything important it would have gotten away. She figured there was really no harm in practicing and she knew her father would be lecturing her about standing on the sidelines.

Lately however, she had been enjoying people watching far more than interacting and judging from the man she was watching she wasn't the only hunter on the range today. Her long dark hair hung pulled back off her face in a messy bun as she pursed her lips in thought. There was just something different about the way he stood the way he approached the shot differently than the others, the ones just doing it for sport. There was something more....military about his approach but rogue at the same time.

She turned her head away for a moment shaking her head clear for a moment she was losing it, this people watching thing was getting out of hand, creepy even. Maybe he was reminding her of her dad in his approach. She was still upset with Sam for disappearing but she had given up hunting for him. He obviously did not want to be found and she had nothing left to do but hunt. That was what had brought her to town, a hunt. Being solo was something new, she had been pushed from one partner to another. Her father, her brother, Max, Kaleb even somehow, her long lost cousin J.J had been a bit of a hunt itself, something she still hadn't quite figured out, something she still feared would happen to her again. It was strange being out of control for once in a situation like that, not being one hundred percent certain on what she was supposed to do.

She had gotten so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't even realised that she had gone back to staring, though really it was more of a blank stare into space and by the time she snapped out of it the man had seemingly already noticed her there. She blinked and looked away at her agreement form that she had finished filling out and signed the bottom. Grabbing her gun she moved quickly out before she stopped and stared at the gun in her hand. Why was she even there, really. She should have been working more on her research, her father was a big fan of research, she was just here to get her frustrations out and she could do that when she tracked the bastard down and destroyed it.

[KNOXVILLE EMERSON RADLEY]

Knox was still staring at his parts all laid out on the table. He had broken down the rifle now, all of it's pieces in little rows and yet still in the shape of the gun. The bullets off to the side as he started to clean each piece slowly, taking all the time in the day. He did it because he didn't want to leave the shade, nor did he want to deal with talking to some of the guys here. Knox was friendly, but some times, he couldn't help but to think that not all of these guys knew what they were doing, but the moment you remotely suggested that, it was looking for a fight. And don't get him wrong, he liked fights, but something told him that doing so at a gun range was not on the top of anyone's 'smartest things to do' list. Plus, all the shit he dealt with, he'd hate for it to be a regular man to take him out.

Yet, that wasn't the only thing on his mind though as he continued to stand under the shade of the cover. His eyes were locked on someone else, a girl. That alone was a rarity but she also looked young, young to where Knox felt like he was questioning the point of legality. Not out of wanting to get in bed with her, but just the general law of needing adult super vision at a gun range until you were eighteen. She looked utterly out of place and yet there was something about her, in her eyes that suggested that she just might be more than what met the average eye. Almost as if she were a hunter, and not the type to hunt deer either but a real one. The thought made him sigh as he went back to work now.

If she was a hunter, the whole thing was weird to him. Funny how they had been such a rare thing. Angus had been the only one in his life for a while and that was because they were partners, yet all of the sudden, they started to pop up, like Niamh. It was such a strange thing, he used to think that they were such a rare breed, part of an elite group or something but each time he ran into a new person, that didn't seem the be the case. Not to mention, not all of them were like him where it just happened to fall into his lap because of a mishap, no a lot of them were trained by birthright. A strange thing to want for your child. And then there was him, keeping his own in the dark about everything. Maybe one day that was going to bite him in the ass, but Knox honestly didn't want to think about it.

Feeling the gaze back on him now, he glanced back at the girl again who looked to be in such a vacant state of affairs before snapping out of it. She noticed him as well then before looking away. He didn't deter his gaze though as he continued out cleaning, watching the way she handled her little gun there and how she just seemed to stare at it. It seemed like there was no purpose, or maybe she was one of those people who shot to get their frustrations out, "You look lost," he called out now, returning his attention to his gun piece for the smallest of moments before placing it back on the table, "Are you you even legal?"

[bobbiwinchester]

“I’m not lost” she protested a hint of annoyance in her voice as she challenged. Maybe she was lost in the philosophical sense but she knew exactly where she was, and she knew why she was there. Loading her gun now she was planning to ignore the man but just as she went to block her ears she heard his next comment which caused her to look over in that direction again.

Was she legal? Hah, even if she wasn’t it wouldn’t have mattered she had ID’s aging her as much as old as 22, that was probably the limit she could pass for with her ‘doe eyes’ as it was so often referred to, she tended to look younger than she would have liked most days. For some reason, today more than any other day the question bothered her the most. She was legal she was nineteen years old for Christ sake and all people saw when they looked at her was little Bobbi Winchester, Sam’s tag a long trainee, or Sarah’s tomboy daughter. Where did she fit if even at a gun range she stood out like a sore thumb. She lifted her eyes to look at the man and was filled with all the angry feelings she had at her father in that moment.

“Why? Are you senile?” she asked the guy and caught herself quickly. That was not Bobbi, at all to disrespect anyone was unlike her but well, somehow there was an air of authority there and as little Miss Soldier she’d always been the type to fall into line when someone seemed to hold the cards. Sam hadn’t trained an independent daughter at all he had trained a follower. She was always second best to her father, to Max. The only one she had really ever held rank over was Joey and only by age, even being the ‘daughter’ held a status card below him, first born or not.

“By which I mean Yes Sir” she said simply grumbling to herself after. She hadn’t always been this cynical about life. She’d loved hunting, anything she got to do to spend time with Sam, to get him to notice her was worth it and she was, despite her inferiority complex, good at what she did anyone could vouch for that. Now hunting was just a means to occupy her time until she could find her father, find him and lecture him. She didn’t understand how he could be away from them for so long, how he could just walk out and leave without so much as a word. At first she’d been worried he’d been killed but once she had found out he was alive she had gone from worried to just plain old pissed off.

No one stayed in her life, she had given up caring about people because the second you gave a damn it just gave them the opportunity to turn around and stick a knife in your back. She’d let herself care one too many times now and she had nothing more to do with it than that. She would do her job and leave things at that, she would make sure Joey didn’t have to hunt unless he wanted to, but for her, there was no other option.

[KNOXVILLE EMERSON RADLEY]

He could hear the annoyance in her voice and he just decided to be mature and not roll his eyes over it. God, all what he did was ask her a question, it wasn't like he was checking her out until probably some of these other geizers around here, "Alright, sorry for asking." Knox replied now, guess he was too used to having his own daughter respect him that the idea of anybody giving him anything else just seemed outlandish. Course, not like he and Niamh had hit it off right off the bat, or well, they did but before the hunter conversation came up, Knox had been fairly certain that she would have told him to fuck off.

His gaze remained on the girl for a moment before he went back to cleaning out the pieces to his gun. It was the one thing he hated about owning a gun, multiple guns, but hey, last thing he needed was a misfire. Not that he ever really needed a sniper rifle for anything that he hunted unless there was higher ground. But that just took too much time and paitence, half of which he lacked and so did Angus whenever he was hunting with him. Her sassy little remark though had been almost a little unexpecting or maybe he should have seen that coming since he was an older man. In his defense though, wasn't like was fourty yet.

Knox's gaze tore from what he was doing though, staring at the girl. There was no glare, his features remained oddly neutral but his gaze still bored into her. Before he could even say anything though, she managed to correct herself, if that was what he could even call it. There was no sorry, only a 'yes sir'. It still spoke a lot about her though, yes sir was training, yes sir was a way of being brought up. He knew that very well from his own area, even if it was the badlands, people still had their manners for the most part. Pissing someone off meant getting yourself killed, fifteen percent of the time it didn't even have to do with meth, "I ain't even fourty yet. Still got two years."

His attention fell back to the pieces of his rifle out on the table, figuring that he could mutlitask a little now because as much as that girl probably hated it now, she had his attention. Grabbing the barrel, he stuffed the cloth down it with the cleaner as he turned and leaned up agains the table. Knox stared out at the range for a moment before finally turning his attention back to her, "So, you got daddy issues with all that sass?" he asked now, a grin on his lips, "I keep on waiting for my daughter to get like htat, she's probably only a few years younger than you. Then again, I guess her god parents need to deal with all that shit." There was a moment's pause before he realized that they were still strangers, "Name's Knoxville. You can call me Knox though. Shorter that way."