Next chapter up. I now feel better now that I have updated. :3
Shout outs to AnonymousZGirl for being the first reviewer and favoritor/favoriter(However you spell it.) Along with shout outs to ilikedragons for being my first follower for this story.
I honestly thought no one would read this, so when I saw those, I got the urge to update and Tada~ it's here. :D
Thank you to those who have taken the time to read this. It may be strange to be this happy, but dang it, I'm too happy and excited for words.
I'd like to apologize if I haven't made Eliza's looks and things completely clear. I did this intentionally because I'm trying to make it in her point of view. Due to this, her appearance isn't really going to be shown much unless she's looking in a mirror or something with a reflective surface. (Hint hint.)
If you don't feel like listening to features and feel like just learning in the story, skip the italicized part. Other than the height measurements, Eliza's features are things I put in the first chapter to tell you what she looks like.
Eliza's features that I've revealed this far are as follows;
-Her armor is dark blue, much like Caboose's armor. The only difference is that, like North and South Dakota from Project Freelancer, it has green accents.
-Her eyes are really light blue, but they look light purple. In the light, they look blue.
-Her hair is light brown, like dirty blond but a little darker.
-Eliza Lynn Kidd is about 5 feet, 5 inches tall without her armor and 5 feet, 10 inches tall with it. (Without armor, she's about 157 centimeters. With it, she's about 178 centimeters.)
Blue team's heights are as follows; (I rounded up or down with the centimeters and all that jazz. Its not completely spot on.)
-Michael J. Caboose is tallest at about without armor is 6 feet, 7 inches tall. With it, he is about 7 feet tall with armor. (Without, 201 centimeters tall. With it, he's 213 centimeters tall.) He's 1 foot, 2 inches taller than Eliza. (About 36 centimeters taller than Eliza.)
-Leonard L. Church is next in line, being about 6 feet, 3 inches without armor. With armor, he's about 6 feet, 8 inches tall. (Without armor, he's about 191 centimeters tall. With armor, he's about 204 centimeters tall.) 10 inches taller than Eliza. (About 25 centimeters taller.)
-Lavernius Tucker is next. He's about 6 feet, 2 inches without armor. With it, he's 6 feet, 7 inches tall. (Without armor, he's about 188 centimeters. With it, about 201 centimeters.) 9 inches taller than Eliza. (About 23 centimeters taller.)
-Last is Agent Texas/Allison, at 5 feet, 10 inches without armor and 6 feet, 3 inches with it. (Without armor, about 178 centimeters. With it, about 191 centimeters tall.) 5 inches taller than Eliza. (About 13 centimeters taller.)
I MADE THE HEIGHTS UP. THEY AREN'T OFFICIAL. (Screw math)
If I make any grammar mistakes, don't be afraid to tell me and I'll fix whatever it is.
Anyway, the story line of Red vs. Blue starts in the next chapter. This chapter's just to show how Eliza's adjusting to the whole place. :3 Its boring, but hey, there you go.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Red vs. Blue. It belongs to Rooster Teeth and I had no part in the making of the show.
Eliza groaned quietly to herself, a small ache forming in her back and neck. She gritted her teeth together, able to tell through the fog of sleep she had obviously slept on them both wrong... Somehow. She slowly opened her eyes, barely having much trouble since she was used to waking up so early. The soldier let out a yawn, barely audible to even her. Her hair had fallen into her face, most likely a rat's nest on top of her head like it was most mornings.
She gently pulled herself up from the mattress, placing her sock clad feet on the ground and she turned her gaze to look down at the body suit she ended up sleeping in. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, realizing that the thought of changing or taking a shower hadn't once crossed her mind last night when she arrived. Eliza felt grotesque immediately as that thought slipped into her mind.
She stood from her bed with a quiet sigh, trying her best not to stretch out her neck or back. The bed groaned in protest, telling the cadet just how old it was. Her purple eyes stared down at the armor that was scattered at the foot of her bed and frowned. "I really need to be more organized." She murmured to herself, knowing that if she let it get out of hand that her room would end up a mess. Eliza slowly began to pick up her armor and placed it on the bed to be put on later. For now, she needed a shower.
Eliza moved to her duffle bag, it being unmoved from its placement on the floor from where Caboose had left it for her. She smiled slightly, eyes still half lidded from the drowsiness that occupied her at that moment. Caboose was nice. Her mind drifted to her new teammates, beginning to have mixed feelings for all of them. Tex... Well, she hoped their relationship would get to the point where the black soldier wouldn't be glaring at her the entire time.
Tucker was a little too touchy feel-y for her liking, but at least they weren't arguing. Church was alright. He seemed like an asshole though, but Eliza was used to it. The only thing that annoyed her about him was that he complained more than twenty times in the thirty minutes that it took to show her around. Adding on to her annoyance, he liked to talk to her or treat her like she was a little kid. She was twenty-five, not five dammit.
She let out a frustrated sigh and pulled her bag onto the bed to search for some clothes. She pulled out her second mesh suit and underwear, it being the only other mesh suit she brought with her. This was usually what she had to wear for training during basic and beyond, so two of the four outfits she brought with her were the exact same. She closed her bag once she accepted her things and took a deep breath, readying herself with the insanity of the people that would surround her.
Eliza walked toward the door and pressed a button on the panel, the familiar sound of the mechanical devices working giving her a small amount of comfort. She loved the sound of gears working and she had since she was a child. A small smile formed on her face as she felt a bit nostalgic thinking of her past. She shook those thoughts away before walking out the door. Her feet on the metal floor, her breathing, and the door closing behind her were the only sounds moving through the halls. For a few seconds, she wondered what time it was. The heat that she felt on her skin wouldn't be any help considering the sun seemed to be in the sky even during the night.
She trekked the halls, having minimal difficulty finding the showers along with the bathroom. Church hadn't really given her a very good tour. He walked fast and it didn't give her very much time to memorize the way around the place.
As she made it to the showers, she examined the small area once she entered. Sadly, they were communal showers. Three shower heads lined up in the small space, on the opposite side of the room from the door. She frowned slightly as she thought of how difficult it was going to be to work out a shower schedule. She sure as hell was not going to be naked in the same room with anyone. (Plus she was afraid she might get sexually molested by Tucker if she even wanted to try.)
On the right wall of the entrance for about five feet were sparsely filled cubby hole storage things you could keep your things in. On the left wall, there was a shelf with a few clean towels and rags. Underneath it was a laundry basket with dirty towels and wash cloths in it. On the left wall, close to where the tile that covered the shower floor started, was a door that Eliza learned was one of the two toilets in the base. Opposite to that was a sink with a mirror over it. Though nothing was extremely clean in there, it was cleaner than she had expected.
Eliza glanced over her shoulder to make sure the door was closed and paid close attention to make sure no one would come in. Once she was sure no one was coming yet, she walked over to the mirror and examined herself, trying to asses the damage the night of restless sleep had gotten her. Her light brown hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction. To keep it manageable, her hair was cut just to her shoulders, fringe hanging in her right eye no matter how much she tried to brush it away.
She wasn't fat, but she had enough of it to give her curves and a slight amount of chubbiness that added to her waist size that she couldn't get to go away no matter how much she tried. Her breasts weren't huge, but she wasn't flat chested. Her rear wasn't too spectacular either. Well, in her opinion. She had enough muscle that you could tell she could take care of herself, which was expected from a soldier, but she didn't look too buff.
Her skin had a healthy tan and thankfully she wasn't orange. Her face was heart shaped, her nose was small that was shaped strangely so you could tell she had broken it once or twice, and her cheekbones were high. She held a scar on her right cheek that started on her right cheekbone and curved down to just below her right ear. She had received it during her earlier days of training as a bomb technician. The situation literally blew up in her face. Eliza laughed quietly to herself at her cheesy joke, shaking her head. She didn't mind the mark. It just showed how far she had come, even if she hadn't reached the rank of private yet.
Her ears were pierced five times on each, twice on the lobe and three times on the cartridge. She didn't have earrings then, but she figured she better put some in soon or else risk having to get them pierced again. But that wouldn't happen until she was passed her cadet stage, when she wouldn't have a person screaming in her face over them.
She was average. The only thing she considered noticeable was her eyes. It wasn't the shape, them being round and too naive looking. Her eyelashes were long, but they lacked thickness. No, it wasn't either of those things. Her irises were a very light purple that could be considered bright blue if you looked at them in the sun. At that moment, Eliza's eyes were swollen and had tear stains running down her cheeks. She hadn't cried much last night, but this was what seemed to be the effect.
She glanced at the door once again, pulling her eyes away from her reflection. She didn't really consider herself good looking, but she didn't have such a low self esteem that she would consider herself ugly. If anything, she was adequate looking. She made sure no one was coming once again before grabbing a towel and wash cloth. "Might as well do this before I give anyone the chance to come in." She grumbled to herself, slightly yearning for the feeling of a shower and being clean. Though it wouldn't last long, it was worth it.
Eliza walked over the the cubbies, feeling a bit awkward in the silence. She stripped down from her clothes, stealing looks at the door as she did so to once again make sure no one was entering. Once she was clad in only her birthday suit, she grabbed the old feeling towel and wash cloth and walked over to the first shower head. Once the water was turned on, Eliza expected the cold spay that left it. It made her jump slightly, but she endured. It actually felt nice compared to the sweltering heat that seemed to never leave.
Once she was done bathing to the best of her ability, the water was once again turned off and she wrapped the towel around herself. She made sure it covered all her girly parts and walked to where she had left her clothes. As the minutes ticked on, she began to wonder how early -or late- it was in the day. Where was everyone? She was used to the people that she used to share quarters with being up at generally the same time as her. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, she didn't look into it and simply dried herself off. She had trouble with her hair, the dripping strands not wanting to dry.
Eliza pulled her clothes on quickly, her body still being slightly wet after the towel dry but she honestly just wanted to not feel so exposed. She continued to dry her hair for a few minutes, getting it the driest she could get it before she finally gave up and threw her wash cloth and towel in that laundry basket. She brushed her hair out of her eyes with her hand and it simply fell back into place not a second later. An aggravated sigh left her lips and she gave up, she moved toward the sink and searched for the packet of excess toothbrushes Church had said were there. She found them quickly and pulled one out, brushing her teeth.
After that, she went to the toilet and did her business before washing her hands.
Once done with her activities, she walked back to her clothes and pulled them into her arms, quickly leaving the bathroom after since she had nothing else to do in the room.
She frowned at how limited her wardrobe was. She'd just have to deal with it for now. It was her, along with a few other cadet's, fault that she lost most of her things. That didn't make it any less difficult. She hummed quietly to herself as she walked through the halls, trying to fill the silence that wouldn't end. Turning a corner, her humming was cut short as she ran right into the chest of one of the soldiers on her team. She stumbled back, somehow keeping a grip on her small bundle of clothes.
Eliza didn't really react for a while, simply taking a few steps back. It really annoyed her and she had to hold back the snappy comment that threatened to escape its imprisonment in her mind. Her eyes trailed from looking straight forward at the man's chest and toward his face. She didn't apologize, not really wanting to put the effort into it. She still hadn't had her morning coffee, nor had she done her morning exercises. Being polite wasn't at the top of her list.
The man was dark skinned, muscular enough to seem attractive, but it didn't look like he worked out often. He was little more than half a foot taller than the five foot five girl, unsurprisingly. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black and his hair was brown and in dreads. It was pulled back into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of his face, but a few fell out to hang here and there.
His blurry, sleep clouded eyes seemed annoyed for a few seconds before a cocky smirk burst out on his face. Eliza's eyebrow lifted behind her fringe at that, curious at the sudden change. "Good morning." She greets in an awful attempt to start a conversation, covering her mouth to stifle a yawn. She wasn't sure which of the three men she lived with it was, so she simply waited for him to speak.
"Good morning, hot stuff." He flirted poorly, telling Eliza it was Tucker. He winked at the end, leaning on the wall to try and seem appealing. Eliza wasn't going to lie, he was attractive in a few ways. But, from the way he acted, she thought he was either a player or closet gay.
She gave a small smile toward him, hoping not to make any bad impressions. "How are you?" She questioned as she ignored the pet name, trying to get passed the pleasantries so she could go get food and start the day. Her stomach growled in emphasis at the thought of food and she hoped he would hear it and let her leave.
She felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, his brown eyes trailing and lingering in places she preferred he didn't stare at. Eliza's own purple eyes looked away from him, pressing her bundle of clothes over her chest to shield herself from his view. She really felt the urge to punch him now, but she refrained from doing so. "Fine, but not as much as you are." He answers, letting his eyes trail over her body once again and Eliza felt her anger grow a bit more. She really didn't like being treated like simply a piece of ass and he wasn't helping.
"Okay." She answers awkwardly, unable to stop the glare that formed in her eyes but she was just able to bite her tongue as an insult rose once again. "Well, see you I guess." Eliza rushes, walking around him and trying her best not to turn around and flip him off when he wolf whistled after her.
She gritted her teeth together, happy when she finally made it back to her room. Eliza dropped her clothes off, put on some deodorant, and began to strap her armor back on, starting with her boots and working her way up. She left her helmet off, keeping it on her bed as she brushed her hair.
Once she felt she was ready, she tucked her helmet under her arm and began to walk in the direction of the kitchen. Again, Church didn't let Eliza memorize things very well, so it took her a good fifteen minutes to locate the kitchen when it should have only been at most three minutes. She frowned, the rumbling in her stomach accompanying the ache not really helping her morning bad mood.
Upon entering, she immediately knew that they didn't use the kitchen much. The counters looked pretty clean except for maybe a few pieces of trash that were strewn about in random places. The table that sat a little off to the side was probably the cleanest part of the entire kitchen. She shrugged her shoulders and made a beeline for the coffee maker, setting up the magnificent nectar of the gods to be brewed. Once the smell of coffee was wafting through the air, Eliza immediately felt a hundred times better and set to work on scavenging for something to eat.
Soon enough, she was done eating and was pouring her third cup of coffee. She couldn't help the small smile that was forming on her face, the dark cloud of annoyance lifting from her shoulders. Eliza didn't add any sugar or creamer to her coffee, simply happy having the caffeine that the black liquid gave her. She was still surprised that no one had walked into the kitchen yet. She downed her next cup, not really bothered with the burn that it gave her tongue.
Once it was gone, she pulled her helmet on and clasped it on. She took a quick glance down at the clock on her visor, a small squeak of surprise leaving her mouth. It was six forty-five, about the time she usually was supposed to wake up... When had she woken up? Eliza shook her head, not wanting to dwell on it and started toward her room once again.
Eliza gave a small growl, head tilting around the corner as she was once again lost in the maze of hallways that made up her base. It wasn't too big, but it was big enough for her to get lost. She had already passed by most of her teammates quarters, all of the three snoring. As she turned around a corner, she paused when a door shot open a few feet in front of her. Relief filled the cadet and she hoped they were a morning person.
Those feelings were soon washed away when the only other female in the base walked out, looking like she had also just woken up. She was out of her armor, clad in only a pair of grey sweats and a white tank top. Her hair was blond and pulled into a messy bun. When her head was turned to look at Eliza, the cadet tensed, standing up straight.
What could she say? Tex scared the hell out of her. Said girl's already glaring eyes narrowed further and her lips turned down in a frown. Eliza took notice that she was almost ghostly pale with no blemishes and her eyes were a coal black. They were at about the same height, even when Eliza grew five inches in height with her armor. As she turned her body, Eliza was confused to see that her movements were slightly mechanical.
Eliza narrowed her own eyes, barely catching it. She had keen eyes, even for a soldier. She didn't say anything, but she grew suspicious of the other girl. "Cadet." Tex spoke up, voice intimidating. She didn't seem as annoyed at Eliza's presence as she was last night but Eliza brushed that off as sleepiness.
"Good morning." Eliza answers, trying to sound cheery and show respect but her tone was tight. Tex may be hostile, but Eliza wasn't going to be like that. The only exception was if Tex pissed Eliza off too much. It wasn't too much of a stretch. Eliza had a relatively short fuse when it came to certain things.
They continued their stare off for what seemed like an eternity before Tex walked off without another word. Eliza's body visibly relaxed and she let go of the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in. She began to walk again, pausing mid-step when she realized she forgot to ask Tex for directions. As much as she doubted the girl would be any help, it would've been better than staying quiet.
Eliza grumbles to herself about her own stupidity and continues on, finding her room after a good fifteen minutes. She slams her hand on the panel and she knew from how slow it took for the door to open that she would have to look at the mechanics of it later. At that moment, she didn't really give a damn. She was too frustrated with her on inability to memorize directions. When it came to machinery, she could memorize how to take something apart and how to put it together quickly. Why couldn't she do that with directions too?
She gritted her teeth together, counting to ten in her head in a miserable attempt to keep her raging frustrations at bay. She walked to where she had left her weapons, immediately pulling them off the floor and putting them in the right places. Her sniper stayed in her hand and she left right after that. She ventured out again, taking less time to get to the exit of the base than to anywhere else. Thankfully, her room wasn't too terribly far from the door.
Eliza hesitated as she ascended the stairs, her steps stopping at the door. "Damn reds better not try and attack me." Eliza mutters to herself, but, if she was being honest with herself, she was slightly scared. Taking no longer than a few seconds to gather her courage before she presses the button to open the door and walks through. The sudden light made her a bit shocked. She was hoping that the others were joking about it being that late or she had accidentally set her clock to the wrong time, but she was proven wrong. The sun was streaming light as if it was noon when it was actually seven.
On her way toward the final exit of the base, Eliza trailed up the ramp that led to the top of the base. She was shocked to see Church standing up there, sitting on a blanket in his armor. He had the top half of his body uncovered however, his legs and feet being the only thing on his body covered by armor. He was hunched over something, so Eliza took steps forward, the loud 'clanks' of the armor against metal shocking the male and he jumped.
Church turned around, eyes wide. "Holy shit!" He shouts when his eyes landed on Eliza and he leans back when he realizes that she was maybe three feet away. "Don't sneak up on me like that, asshole." He hisses, turning back to what he was doing.
Eliza scoffed, unable to hold it back. She held her hands up, her sniper hanging from her arm by its strap. "My bad. Sorry sir." She apologizes, not really meaning it. She took a few strides forward, standing on the edge of the building a few feet to the right of the man.
The smell of coffee wafted into her helmet after a second and she realized Church was sipping coffee. Church seemed surprised before a look of satisfaction formed on his face. Eliza's eyebrows shot up, wondering what that look was for. "What are you doing up anyway, Kidd?" Church questions, looking back down at the sketch book in his hands and continues to draw what looked looked like a girl Eliza had never met.
She shrugged at his question, not sure herself. She should be getting ready right now. "Woke up, sir. I'm used to waking up this early." She answers and gives a salute after a moment of realization, noticing that she hadn't saluted yet. "Good morning." She murmurs before finally relaxing and taking a seat, letting her legs hang off the edge of the base.
Church's steely grey eyes moved toward her for a second as he heard her sit, a frown forming on his face. Eliza faltered for a second at the idea of staying. He probably wanted to be alone. He snorted, shocking her out of her worry. "Good morning my ass. It looks like its fucking afternoon." He grumbles sourly, scratching at his goatee.
Eliza took notice that his skin was about as pale as Tex's and his hair was a dark black. His eyes looked a dull grey and his lips looked to be turned down in a permanent frown. He had a bit of hair on his chin along with whiskers growing elsewhere on his face and his hair was an inch or two passed his ears, showing he didn't cut it much, nor had he shaved yet that morning if he was even going to.
He stood from his seat suddenly, making Eliza jump before he began to pull his armor on. "This world is pretty strange." She murmurs, more to herself than to Church, tilting her head up to look toward the ever brightened sky. It was strangely beautiful, in its own way. The way the light shined off the rocks and the grass made a small smile form on Eliza's lips.
Her eyes trailed over the different land forms, however few of them there were. Being here wouldn't be too bad. She wouldn't be staying too long and everyone wasn't too against having her there. All she needed to do was keep from getting shot, keep her heart beating. She let her eyes fall closed, her body losing all tension. She took in a long, deep breath and let it out in a relieved sigh.
When her eyes opened once again, Church was no where to be seen. He probably went back into the base or something. Eliza shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. He could do what he wants. She traveled back down the ramp and exited the base, pausing in the shade just outside to shed her weapons other than her pistol and knives. They stayed strapped to her body in their numerous places. Her other weapons were placed against the side of the base and she stepped quite a few feet away from them. Time to get to training.
She leaned down to stretch, almost folding her body in half as she placed her hands on the ground, palms down. Staying there for half a minute, she leaned back up to continue with the rest of her stretches. Next were her arms, then her back, then her ankles, and so on.
After her stretches, she took off in laps around the base. Her breathing was even, hands curled into fists, and her legs taking small strides at first but extending as she got used to the motion.
Eliza's mind cleared, her only thoughts being of how many laps she had done or how many she had left to do. Exercising had always relaxed her. That's the main reason she does this in the morning other than the fact that she would have to stay in shape if she was going to be a soldier. She wanted to make a change in the universe. Becoming a soldier was the closest thing she could do.
She wasn't really good at anything in particular. She was clumsy, even if she enjoyed exercise, so sports were out of the question. She was slightly dense and dull in most studies. She had good eyes, good reflexes when it came to fighting. She had learned how to shoot a gun and handle knifes at such a young age that she couldn't remember the first time her father taught her to use either of the two.
"Lizzy!" A voice sprung out as she passed by one of the entrances/exits to the base, pushing Eliza out of her thoughts and she began slowed to a stop as she rounded the base once again. She stopped next to who had called her, finding Caboose standing next to the entrance. He was covered in armor, so it was easy to tell it was him. "What are you running from? I think its gone now though. I guess you outran it then." He questions happily, looking around before he finally looked back at Eliza.
Eliza's breath was sightly uneven, but not to the point of being out of breath. She laughed quietly to herself and shook her head. "No Caboose. I wasn't running from anything. I was just going for a morning run." She speaks up, another quiet laugh leaving her. "I was actually about to practice shooting. Wanna join me?" She suggests, walking over to her guns and pulling them back up to hang off her back.
Caboose didn't answer for a few seconds and Eliza noticed the sound of his feet jumping off the ground a few times. When she turned around, she loaded her rifle. "Well..." He begins, drawing out the word. "It depends. Cause, you know, Tex kinda shot at me last time." He rambles, hopping from foot to foot. "So... By 'joining you', do you mean you'll shoot at me too?" He continues, his voice dropping a bit lower as he asked his question.
Eliza couldn't help but want to shoot Tex for a few seconds before she answered. "No no. Nothing like that. Unless you want me to shoot at you or something." She shifts uncomfortably with a nervous chuckle. "But I doubt that." She adds after a second, flashing a comforting smile even if he couldn't see it through her helmet.
"Good, that's good." Caboose hums, shifting slightly and an awkward silence followed. "And a happy baby is born!" He shouts randomly and throws his hands in the air.
Eliza couldn't help but laugh at the sheer randomness of his outburst. "What?" She questions, tilting her head and silently wondering what the hell was happening.
Caboose pauses, shifting once again in what Eliza thought was nervousness. "Well, Tucker told me that when a really long silence happens, a happy baby is born." He answers, obviously believing what had come from his lips.
Realization hit Eliza and she smiled slightly at his naivety. "I think you mean a gay baby, hun." She answers, accidentally calling him hun but she didn't move to take it back. "And usually its not a long silence, but an awkward silence."
"I totally know what that means. Yeah..." Caboose tries, obviously not knowing what gay meant in that context.
"Gay." She starts, making an effort to explain it to him. "Is a rather offensive term in the way most people say it. But it means that two men or women, some people believe, are with each other in the way a man and wife are." She explains, her breath growing even after the run.
Caboose slowly nods, seeming to think about that for a few seconds. "Like best friends?" He guesses and Eliza shakes her head.
"Not quite. Almost, only they kiss and hold hands and stuff like that." She tries her best to explain. She herself didn't like the term "gay." It seemed highly inappropriate unless you're trying to describe how happy a person is.
Caboose nods, clapping his hands. "Okay, I understand." He says, continuing to jump from foot to foot happily.
"Coolio." Eliza turns toward the nearest boulder. It was maybe two hundred feet away, but large enough that if Caboose stood next to it, it would be three times his size in mass and height. "Now, let's try and see if we can hit that boulder, alright?"
Caboose nods quickly, lifting his gun and letting off a round. Eliza frowns at that, watching as the bullet landed no where near the boulder. She shook her head and turned to him. "No, try like this." She instructs, lifting her own assault rifle up and aiming down sight at the rock. Caboose watched her as the shot landed, barely hitting it but it was a lot better than Caboose's shot.
"Oh..." Caboose grunts, looking back at the rock and aiming once again. Eliza eyed his stance and the way he held the gun, eyes moving to the rock as his next shot landed a little closer to the rock, but not by much. "I think I hit it... Maybe." He starts happily, but his voice seemed to grow a little less confident at the end.
"Alright Caboose, aim again, but don't shoot. Just stay still." She tells him, moving forward as he does as instructed. She presses a hand to the side of the butt of the gun, pushing it in between his breast and the ball of his shoulder. "That's where you rest it." She hums, moving around and fixing whatever problems he sees with his stance. Finally, she placed her hands on his back, positioning his shoulders correctly. Unbeknownst to her, Caboose had a light flush of pink on his cheeks from the random touching. "There you go. Now try and shoot." She steps back, removing herself from his personal space and taking her pineapple scent with her. Caboose was more than a little disappointed.
He aims and pulls the trigger, finally landing a shot on the rock and he gave a happy grin, turning around and pulling Eliza into a hug. "Yay! I did it!" He shouts happily, spinning her around and around.
She laughed softly, just letting it happen. It was too adorable. Not that she would tell him that. When he finally put her on the ground, she felt a little dizzy and took a second to collect herself. "Good job Caboose." She murmurs, feeling a random headache coming along. The bright sun, not matter how much of it her visor stopped from shining through, somehow still hurt her head. The loud gunshots didn't exactly help.
Caboose let out a childish laugh and did a goofy little happy dance. Eliza watched him for a few seconds before moving toward the shade next to the base. "Let's go sit in the shade for a bit. I'm a little tired." She suggests, sliding down to the ground with a small groan.
Caboose followed suit, legs crossed in front of him as he sat in front of her. "Hey Lizzy, can I see you without your helmet? I wanna see what you look like." He questions, unclasping his own helmet to reveal his pale, yet healthy looking skin. He had a few scars decorating his face here and there. His eyes were a forest green that Eliza thought were beautiful, somehow innocent and mischievous at the same time. His hair was sandy blond and went to just above his ears, out of his eyes but still considered long.
She didn't answer and simply lifted her hands up to remove her own, unclasping it and pulling it off of her head. With a shake to get her hair to fall back into place, she put her blue and green helmet down on the ground in front of her. "Tada~" She says sarcastically, as if she was actually doing magic.
And... Shelby pulled a Cliff Hanger. Sorry guys. :D Just wanted to get this out as soon as possible. It is finally finished. Yay! Next one will be out once I find out what part I want to start at in the series.