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maskormenacelogs2015-10-20 08:51 pm
sleight_of_hand) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-10-20 08:51 pm
[Open] I've Walked these Familiar Paths
WHO: Tohru Adachi and OPEN
WHERE: Heropa; on the street, around town, and at the police precinct.
WHEN: After the swear in; for the rest of the month of October.
WHAT: Catch all log of Adachi settling in and slowly losing his mind.
WARNINGS: Gun use, Adachi being Adachi.
IN TOWN
The alarm went off like always.
Adachi threw it across the room.
He ended up his usual ten minutes late to work because he fell asleep again, and ended up having to endure the same usual lecture he always did. It wasn't nearly as effective as when Dojima-san did it, and he ended up zoning out long before it was ever over. He welcomed the moment when he could hit the street, but that didn't exactly last very long. Just... walking down the street, checking meters, writing out tickets... rinse, repeat, add yawning.
He was well through his fifth ticket for the day before he let his arms drop to his sides, staring up at the morning sky as it slowly crept its way toward afternoon.
"Ahh... I'm so bored already..."
AT THE STATION - SHOOTING RANGE
There was about only one good thing about America, in that they handed guns off to just about anyone, even simple traffic cops. Then again, considering one of his new "powers" involved being a damn good shot, it wasn't too much of a stretch to believe he'd just be handed a gun.
...but man; did it have to be an automatic?
He hated automatics, and not just because they weren't exactly prevalent around Japan. There was no challenge to them; just point and squeeze trigger. Done. It was annoying, and he wanted his Nambu M60 back. He missed the feel of the grip, how it had been smoothed to the exact fit of his hand, even though he couldn't take it home with him...
Adachi let out a sad sigh, leveling his gun at the target in the range and squeezing the trigger, hitting dead center with barely any effort or need to correct his aim. It was boring, really; the only reason he was even bothering with this "practice" was because he didn't really have anything else to do.
Except write more tickets.
Ugh.
AT THE GROCERY
It was funny how he had a little more money than before, and he still resorted to the usual cabbage and ramen for food. Adachi paused as he started toward the check out, making a face at the contents of his basket. It wasn't even good ramen either; it was that cheep stuff that you could find at any gas station for barely any yen. He really needed something to try and balance this out...
His hand snapped out, grabbing a chocolate bar and a few other things from the "buy me before you leave!" section of the check out line, before paying for his food.
He didn't realize that one of the things he grabbed was a lighter until he was out on the sidewalk around the grocery. Of course, he didn't smoke -- he had no interest in poisoning his body like that, thanks. But Dojima-san smoked like it was going out of style, and he had a habit of losing, running out, or just outright forgetting his lighter. He got sick of seeing him grumbling about not getting his smoke in, so he made sure to keep one on him at all times, just in case.
Apparently, picking up his usual food wasn't the only habit he still resorted to.
Adachi grumbled under his breath, heading over to the nearest garbage, fully intending to throw the thing out. His hand froze just above the trash, though, his fingers refusing to open and let the stupid thing go.
"Tch..."
Stupid "bonds"; he stuffed the lighter into his pocket in annoyance, giving the trash can a swift kick, as if it was that thing's fault that he couldn't let go.
WHERE: Heropa; on the street, around town, and at the police precinct.
WHEN: After the swear in; for the rest of the month of October.
WHAT: Catch all log of Adachi settling in and slowly losing his mind.
WARNINGS: Gun use, Adachi being Adachi.
IN TOWN
The alarm went off like always.
Adachi threw it across the room.
He ended up his usual ten minutes late to work because he fell asleep again, and ended up having to endure the same usual lecture he always did. It wasn't nearly as effective as when Dojima-san did it, and he ended up zoning out long before it was ever over. He welcomed the moment when he could hit the street, but that didn't exactly last very long. Just... walking down the street, checking meters, writing out tickets... rinse, repeat, add yawning.
He was well through his fifth ticket for the day before he let his arms drop to his sides, staring up at the morning sky as it slowly crept its way toward afternoon.
"Ahh... I'm so bored already..."
AT THE STATION - SHOOTING RANGE
There was about only one good thing about America, in that they handed guns off to just about anyone, even simple traffic cops. Then again, considering one of his new "powers" involved being a damn good shot, it wasn't too much of a stretch to believe he'd just be handed a gun.
...but man; did it have to be an automatic?
He hated automatics, and not just because they weren't exactly prevalent around Japan. There was no challenge to them; just point and squeeze trigger. Done. It was annoying, and he wanted his Nambu M60 back. He missed the feel of the grip, how it had been smoothed to the exact fit of his hand, even though he couldn't take it home with him...
Adachi let out a sad sigh, leveling his gun at the target in the range and squeezing the trigger, hitting dead center with barely any effort or need to correct his aim. It was boring, really; the only reason he was even bothering with this "practice" was because he didn't really have anything else to do.
Except write more tickets.
Ugh.
AT THE GROCERY
It was funny how he had a little more money than before, and he still resorted to the usual cabbage and ramen for food. Adachi paused as he started toward the check out, making a face at the contents of his basket. It wasn't even good ramen either; it was that cheep stuff that you could find at any gas station for barely any yen. He really needed something to try and balance this out...
His hand snapped out, grabbing a chocolate bar and a few other things from the "buy me before you leave!" section of the check out line, before paying for his food.
He didn't realize that one of the things he grabbed was a lighter until he was out on the sidewalk around the grocery. Of course, he didn't smoke -- he had no interest in poisoning his body like that, thanks. But Dojima-san smoked like it was going out of style, and he had a habit of losing, running out, or just outright forgetting his lighter. He got sick of seeing him grumbling about not getting his smoke in, so he made sure to keep one on him at all times, just in case.
Apparently, picking up his usual food wasn't the only habit he still resorted to.
Adachi grumbled under his breath, heading over to the nearest garbage, fully intending to throw the thing out. His hand froze just above the trash, though, his fingers refusing to open and let the stupid thing go.
"Tch..."
Stupid "bonds"; he stuffed the lighter into his pocket in annoyance, giving the trash can a swift kick, as if it was that thing's fault that he couldn't let go.
So Inb4 I Google every bit of info because I know diddly squat about guns
Hawkeye had just disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the automatic weapon Smith had been using--Adachi shouldn't be surprised that the revolver was almost pristine. As he goes on, she doesn't seem phased by his enthusiasm. "The state military's standard issue is the FN Browning 1910. That is always my preference, now primarily of habit."
She shrugs slightly. "I was fortunate to have both on my person when I was ported in. The only thing I wish I also had was my rifle, but beggars can't be choosers."
As for the handshake? Once again, she notes his pause, the moment of hesitation, and finds herself a bit curious. Concerned. A nonchalant stranger with impeccable aim in the shooting range, acting innocent--something didn't sit completely right with her, but she couldn't place it. "Well then, Mr. Adachi, welcome to Heropa."
LOL I had to do the same thing.
"M-Mr.?" he echoed, before letting out a faint laugh. "Th-that sounds kind of weird. Just 'Adachi' is fine."
After a moment, he shook his head, an easygoing smile coming to his face.
"You're lucky you had your gun on you," he continued. "I was a detective, in Japan, before ending up here. Japan has some serious weapons laws; I'm not even allowed to take my weapon out of the precinct when I'm off duty. That's why I don't have it on me now."
Well, that and the whole part where he was incarcerated, but no one needed to know that yet.
I was surprised to see the year thing for the revolver. Unlike Arakawa!
She was lucky she had her gun on her. Of course, she had also been actively bleeding to death and upon arrival. One has to make trade-offs.
"A detective. And here you are, doing other police work that I imagine is not detective work."
Hawkeye watches him carefully, though her easygoing smile doesn't change. Once again, she finds herself aware of a disconnect between what he is saying and doing, and what he is thinking. It's distracting. "It's a pity the Porter doesn't see fit to use imPorts' talents appropriately."
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"Yeah, no kidding. They've got me on traffic duty; can you believe that?" he asked, a faint whine escaping from him at that. "I'm supposed to be doing investigations, not ticketing cars..."
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"Well. I suppose there's little you can do but work your way up. That's how you became a detective in the first place, right?"
"I've been assigned as a patrol officer. If it's any consolation, the last time I did a proper patrol was when I was a cadet in the Academy and being punished as part of my command for a prank my comrade committed against our superior."
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"Man, and you had to suffer with it too? That's not fair," he replied. "And... yeah, I can work through it again. I'm still young, and I was top of my class back in the Academy. It shouldn't take me long to get back up there..."
He trailed off, making a face; well, it would be a pain, but he could do it. And... well, he had a few ideas to make it a little easier.
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"If you've made detective once before, I'm sure you can work towards the goal again. There are plenty of events here that require investigation--offer your services there as they are needed."
She replaces her revolver in the holster and glances down the range. His aim is good and her patience is growing thin... "Maybe start by volunteering to train Officer Smith."
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"Ah... I may be a good shot, but I'm not so sure I could teach someone else, you know? Doing and passing it on to others are two entirely different things... eh heh..."
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"Ah--I wouldn't pass the task off to you. That would qualify as your previously mentioned suffering, I think."
The blonde turns to the targets. Watching Smith train--and be horrible--made her want to train more herself, if only to ensure she was never (ever, ever) that bad. Ever.
"Thankfully our training has been limited to this range. We've not had to go to use the long distance range at all. I pity the officer who has to train him with a rifle." A sniper herself, Hawkeye can't imagine the frustration of a marksman trying to help the poor officer successfully make a long-distance shot. "Even I won't volunteer for that."
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He glanced back to the targets himself, folding his arms over his chest.
"Yeah... that's a disaster waiting to happen," Adachi admitted. "Shame he couldn't use a different weapon, something with a shorter range; it's obvious he doesn't have the confidence for long distance."