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[It's ~~High Noon~~ early afternoon and Jesse isn't going to say that he's just woken up but... well he's just woken up. He's sitting in the backyard at Heropa #0015, with a beer and smoking one of his cigarillos. His hair is pulled back away from his face (he really needs a haircut) and he's wearing a ratty wearing t-shirt that says "Shit Happens" across the front.]

Alright, I been lookin' an' maybe I'm jest missin' it. I been by the gun store here, an' I went to that Danger Room place, but anyone know if there's a gun range 'round here? Ain't gotta be nothin' fancy, jest a few lanes and some paper t' shoot at.

[He thinks for a second and then shrugs, leaning forward to turn the feed off. Yeah, that was about it.]

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[She has to stop what she's doing when she hears the voice on the network talk. It's like a slap in the face with familiarity. Angela wasn't looking when he starts, instead she'd been making some late lunch and left the network on. The longer the person talks the quicker she walks to he phone to see who it is.

She stares for a moment, she hadn't really been paying attention to what he had been saying but she does respond.

She looks tired with her hair up in a messy bun that's falling out.]

McCree? [He looked older.] How long have you been here?

Edited (icons are a thing) 2018-02-28 18:01 (UTC)

[Well that's about the last person he had expected to hear from, and he doesn't bother to not look surprised when Dr. Zielger's face pops up on screen.]

Doc? [He takes the cigarillo out and sets it down on the little table, peering at her]

Been here 'bout two months now. How 'bout you?

[She moves to the other end of her breakfast bar and sits on a stool. She brushes hair away as she rubs at her temples.]

Two...two months. I had no idea, I'm sorry.

I've been here almost two years now? I think it'll be two in a couple of months.

Where are you?

[McCree shrugs]

Don't worry, I been gettin' along jest fine.

[He's been getting along just fine without Overwatch before he came here, he's not sure why she's worried now]

Two years, that's a good while.

Huh? Oh, I'm in Heropa. Number 15, kinda weird, I'm th' oldest one livin' here other'n some blind guy, but I don't really ever see him.

[In fact they haven't even really met, just passed by each other, he's not even sure if he's still here now that he thinks about it.]

Edited 2018-02-28 19:08 (UTC)

[She wasn't worried about him, just sad she hadn't noticed he was here any sooner. She'd found an odd comfort in seeing people from her world, like she wasn't so alone. Although lately in the past year that hadn't been much of a problem.]

Just a little while. Not long at all.

Heropa as well? How the hell have I not heard you?

[She smiles and reaches for the drink she'd left there.]

Well it's good to see you regardless.

I been pretty quiet I guess? They gave me a job when I got here but...

[The look on his face says just how unimpressed he was with the idea of Uncle McCree's High Noon Comedy Hour]

I been keeping to m'self a lot.

[He smiles back, taking a long drag of the cigarillo. Nope, he still hasn't quit.]

Good t' see you too, doc.

[There was a lot she wanted to say, even more she wanted to ask. Angela hadn't really been in contact with Jesse at all after he'd left and she felt bad about it.]

We've really changed, haven't we?

[She pauses a moment and the corner of her mouth twitches up into a barely noticeable smirk of sorts.]

What job did they give you?

[McCree shrugged. He hadn't been in contact with anyone from his old life after he'd left, he'd been trying to drop off the map and while he was sure that Athena could have found him, things had been a bit busy what with everything that had happened between Jack and Gabriel.]

Shit happened. Not much you c'n do but change when y' haveta.

[He takes the cigarillo out and spits]

Wanted me t' host somethin' called "Uncle McCree's High Noon Comedy Hour." I didn't even show up fer the first day. What're you doin' fer money? I ain't sure this place needs a med division like Overwatch did.

[Everything she thought just stopped at the name of the show and she laughed at it. To the point of tears because that, now that was something she wish she could have seen. Give her a moment. She wipes at her eyes and can't help the smile that stays.]

That's a real shame, I bet you'd have made a killing with it.

They gave me a school nurse position, but I eventually found work with Wayne Enterprises. It doesn't, no. But I'm developing more advanced procedures and technology to go with them.

[And he's just going to sit here and wait for her to finish. Smoke some more, drink some more of his beer, glance at his (empty) wrist. Any minute now, doc.]

Yeah, well I guess you'd'a figgered out I was here a bit sooner if I'd been willin' t' make a fool ah m'self.

[He nods]

I'm sure yer gonna get 'em whipped into shape in no time.

[She really needed the laugh so she'll try to remember to maybe thank him for it.]

So what do you do instead if not that?

[She just exhales and all that tiredness comes back to her.]

Yeah, I hope so. It's harder with the different levels of technology but I'll get there.

Anyway, you been okay here?

[He shrugs]

Odd jobs here 'n there. Ain't seen much call fer a bounty hunter. But I get by.

[It helps that really all he needs is enough to keep him in booze, bullets, and smokes. The rent is free, he chips in money for food, but he doesn't have as much to spend money on here.]

I been alright. They got me stayin' with a buncha kids, but they're a perty good bunch. Just... young. Don't think I was ever that young.

[He knows they have responsibilities, they have their own shit that they're dealing with, these are by no means a bunch of foot loose and fancy free teens. But they also haven't been looking at life in a super max prison, been a member of an international gang, or been recruited into one of the most effective black ops outfits in the world. Even at fourteen Jesse is pretty sure he was older than most of the teens he's met.]

[When Angela had first arrived she'd stayed with a teenager. It seemed like a lot of people that were brought here were fairly young which had never felt right to her. Not because they weren't capable because they were, but not everyone had been exposed to some of the dire situations before.]

Try not to be too bad of an influence on them.

[McCree had had it pretty bad and in comparison, Angela found herself lucky that she'd gone down a different road with what life had thrown at her.]

[There is a quick flash of guilt across McCree's face, remembering the party he'd been to a few weeks ago.]

[But it's fleeting and quickly covered up by a shrug and a smile]

Trust me, they c'n get in plenty ah trouble without me tryin'.

[He thinks for a second]

That Jaime kid's pretty good though. He didn't even try t' steal mah beer, an' he likes the same kinda movies I do.

[Which was to say old cowboy movies and shitty sci-fi]

Ha! I'd hate to imagine how worse it would be with Uncle McCree there.

[She's smiling though.]

Reyes? I've seen him around, he's a good kid. Clearly with terrible taste though, at least when it comes to movies.

[She has seen those movies and she'd rather spent her time watching grass grow than be subjected to another one.]

[Jesse looks sour for a second]

I'm gonna regret tellin' you 'bout that job, aren't I?

[He didn't feel right playfully threatening to hit the doc the way he might have someone else, he knew Angie was tough enough and scary enough to hold her own it just... didn't seem right. Better to be polite.]

Hey, ain't nothin' wrong with his taste in movies.

Ooh yeah.

[She was going to use it at almost every opportunity she could get, not all the time, she still wants there to be that impact and regret there.

Angela snorts and rolls her eyes.]

Sure. Okay. You're allowed to think what you want, even if it is incredibly wrong.

[She pauses for a moment as she thinks. It would be nice to see Jesse in person. It had been far too long.]

We should meet up some time, grab a drink or coffee.

Edited 2018-03-21 01:03 (UTC)

Many gunstores have a shooting range associated, no? It'd probably be best to ask them, since they'd know.

Gee thanks, I ain't thought of that at all.

[There is so much sarcasm in his voice.]

[He takes a drag of his cigarillo and blows a plume of smoke at the phone camera]

If a gunstore owner can't direct you to a shooting range, then you are probably looking at wrong shops, but who knows.

Edited 2018-02-28 22:55 (UTC)

Could just put up a couple old bottles in the backyard.

[He laughs]

I thought 'bout it. Pretty sure m' roommates'd try'n kill me if'n I did that.

Might jest haveta take some out in th' woods an' shoot 'em out there.

[Before he might have been worried about missing, about a stray ricochet catching someone's pet. But now it's more a noise and shattering glass thing. Not the sort of thing he wants to do in the backyard where Yusuke can glare at him.]

You need the practice, or you just like shooting a gun that much?

There was always somethin' nice 'bout jest goin' to th' range fer a bit. I don't need th' practice, pretty sure I could shoot the fleas offa dog at a hunnerd yards now.

I can't tell if that's a Southernism or a really ballsy claim.

Edited 2018-03-01 21:38 (UTC)

Bit a both I guess. Only reason I ain't willin' t' bet cash on it is I ain't sure the bullets I got're precise enough.

Fair enough. Seems like overkill for a flea anyway.

Anyone hook you up with a shooting range yet? Might be interested in checking one out myself.

Nah, at this rate Imma haveta make one m'self.

Got a lot of empty bottles, if you want them.

Mighty helpful of you.

[He chuckles]

I think I got plenty, but I could prob'ly use more if it's more'n jest me.

[And bottles were satisfying, but he kind of wanted to see his grouping, and that was better with paper targets]

You're not worried you're gonna get bored with a stationary target?

Oh I know I'm gonna get bored. Guess if I ain't usin' ma revolver I c'n always shoot some squirrels. Least they're a bit harder t' hit than bottles.

[He kind of wants to see what would be a challenging shot for him now]

But not by much.

[ Wryly: ]

Spare the poor squirrels, Mr. Revolver.

[Musing]

Probably be more interestin' t' see how close I could get without hittin' 'em anyway.

[Next on the news: Squirrels are mysteriously dying of heart attacks in record numbers in the Heropa area]

Well. If you ever need a little competition, I'm not a terrible shot.

Well I ain't so bad m'self, might haveta take ya up on that.

If you're as good as you sound, you're not so bad at all. But talk is easy, right?

[That shirt is certainly a statement. Brandon's actually amused, though his expression is just "vaguely friendly."]

Which city are you in?

[Whereas Jesse's is much more open. And it's a great shirt.]

Heropa. Why, you know a place somewhere else?

Maurtia Falls. It's where they had me work.

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