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One bath later, Sasha returned from the room, fully dried and clothed. Perhaps she had indulged herself for a little too long, as Tony was nowhere to be found. Judging by the sky in the window, he had already gone to bed. It seemed that now would be the time to do the same. She wandered around the house, looking for that cot she was promised.

Looking through a hallway, she found several machines nearby. Computers, robots, mechanical firearms, you name it, were all leaning against a wall. Though the ones that fascinated her the most were the clocks. Despite being of different shapes and sizes, they all displayed the exact same time.

She eventually found the door that lead to her cot. "Penny" was laying there, waiting for her to come on in. Sasha closed the door behind her, and laid down on the cot. As she tried to sleep, she couldn't stop thinking. There was a long road ahead of her, and this may be her only pit stop for a while.

Sasha gently grabbed this "hardtack" with her hand. What a peculiar appetizer it was to her. It definitely looked like one of those military rations that Tony had lying around. She took a large bite, not knowing how it'll taste. "This is pretty good." She scarfed down the "hardtack" and jumped from her bed. Looking down, she saw "Penny" still at her pillow. She picked up the pistol, placing it at her side.

She excitedly left her room, whispering to her gun, "Tony's gonna teach me how to use you today."

(OOC: Sorry I've been gone for so long. I'm back.)

Name: Russell Boone
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation before the war: Survivalist guide
You can find me with: Analise Luna
I really like: N/A
I like: Alcohol, women, and guns.
I dislike: Trouble makers, loud noises, and afternoons
Life before the war:
Raised on a farm and born to hunt. That was the life growing up in the country. Russell was born to survive before he needed to.
Anything else: N/A

She sat down at the table, a plate of breakfast in front of her. "I can't be too picky.", she giggled to Tony, "When you're starved, any food tastes good." She began dining on the delicious steak before her. After swallowing the first mouthful, she asked, "Are you serious about the biscuits though? Can I really keep them?" As she awaited an answer, she quickly finished her meal.

(OOC: So sorry, again. I really need to be here more regularly. Perhaps the new girl will help keep me in check.)

He chuckled as he brought a cup of dark brown liquid to his mouth. "Sure, I've got more than I know what to do with, take as much as you desire." he replied.

(Fair enough. A new job and Breath of the Wild has been taking up my time lately)
Tony laughed at the young woman's excitement, reaching to grab a similar firearm himself, then passing her a thin wire scrubber that was meant to go down a tube. "Give her a quick scrub first. I've taken good care of her but it's better to be safe than sorry. A little bit of rust could cause trouble for ya."

He took her outside and set up some bottles and wood planks up on an old, run down car that was slated to be scrapped. "Now, when you're aiming down your sights, be sure to focus on where you want to hit and firmly pull the trigger." He fired off a round that took a tin can off the trunk of the car. "Keep yourself practiced, because this world does not favor a quick sloppy shot or an accurate, but slow shot. If you keep yourself strong and well trained, you can even fire off your pistol without needing both hands to brace it, a real savior when surprise is against you."

"Starting out, just focus and keep things steady. Speed will come with familiarity. And don't worry about ruining the car, it's going to be scrapped anyway. Just be careful hitting the metal bits. Ricochet can be one hell of a b***h if the bullet you let fly bounces right back into you."

"Shoot until you feel comfortable with how your gun feels. Come see me when you've got a steady hand and can hit what you intend to. Then we can move on to moving targets." Tony replied, setting a box of spare ammunition beside her. "Remember to take it slow and don't burn through all these bullets too quickly. I can only spare so many."