Do you know what day it is?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[April 30th, the day she was assigned to "accidentally" run into the man Jack Brannigan. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked like the blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell that Jack's psyche report said he liked in a woman. She knew it was her expertise in information analysis and psychology that earned her this job, but she wasn't naive enough not to know that it was partly given to her because she was an attractive female. Couldn't exactly do what she's trying to do if she was a man.]

[Smoothing out her modest-but-still-sexy dress, she nodded, satisfied. It was time to do her job. The word "spy" didn't sit well for her, she was just another woman trying to make a career for herself.]

[However, when she stepped off of the elevator in her apartment complex, intending to head to Federal Hall where she knew the dark haired Jack would be at about this time, she blinked in surprised as she suddenly wasn't standing on the very familiar lobby, but rather a long, white hallway.]

...Did I hit the wrong floor?

[She turned around but... the elevator was nowhere to be seen.]


[((Concept!PreMGS2 Rose, information is in her bio if you're interested. Protip: she's not much different from normal preMGS2 Rose, except for appearances.))]

Comments

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

[Snake watched her stance; it was sloppy but acceptable.]

Hold the gun straighter and bend you body a little. Now try again. Aim for...

[Snake took her remaining cigarettes out of their box then placed the empty box on the floor.]

Try to see if you can shoot this.

[She stood next to Rose, watching her.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

Alright...

[She pointed the gun, aiming carefully. She squeezed the trigger-]

[-and missed.]

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

Aim up and to the right. You have to train your eyes. Visualize hitting your target first then try again.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Closing her left eye she aimed carefully, shooting again, this time hitting it.]

Alright! [She couldn't help feel proud of herself for doing it.]

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

You're not bad, rookie. You'll have to find ammo on your own. There's only about 15 rounds left in that thing.

It takes a few seconds for a person hit with one of the rounds to fall asleep. Try aiming for the head if possible although anywhere it can penetrate the skin will work.

Got all that?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She nodded, listening carefully, although she didn't have any intent on actually using the weapon ever.]

I think so. Are... you giving me this gun?

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I have plenty of other stuff I can use to defend myself.

I'll give you my codec number, too. Its 141.80. Feel free to contact me.

I'm currently looking for someone so I'd better go.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

Alright...

Oh, wait, what's your name? You never told me.

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

It's ... Davina ... Goodbye, Rose.

[And she ran off.]