Bullseye. [open]

[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds

[attr="class","naen"]The clock on the wall showed 7 am. A calm, promising morning, initiating this new day, full of hope. The light slowly sneaked through one of the warehouse's windows, lingering on one individual's ankle. The woman was sprawled on the ground, staring at the ceiling. The small light brought a bit of warmth too, soon sending a small shiver down the blonde's spine, and she raised her knee, brushing her foot against the ground, resting her leg like that. Her hands moved from the floor to her stomach, while the woman tilted her head to the side, darting her metallic colored gaze across the plain looking ceiling. She was currently wearing her casual outfit, or more like, one of them. That thing alone suggested that she had been awake for quite some time now. Many would call her a morning person, and she sure was, when her sleep was disturbed by any factor. But the morning started off as too silent, and she was bored. She needed to do something, anything, to keep her occupied. Maybe she was somehow hyperactive? But that would be a total nonsense, since she loved to lay around like that, without a reason, sometimes. Usually, when the woman was bored, she would either pick up tasks from Enigma's members, or the boss himself, but that only if her skills as a killer or scientist were needed.

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, that pouted for a second. Deciding to get up, Ruby looked around, scanning for her heels, that were surprisingly placed under her bed. Dumped them there, last night, she remembered, focusing herself on the present and stopping her mind from wandering to different topics. She would quickly put her shoes on, after bending to the end of her bed to gather those heels. Next to her bed was a suitcase, that looked pretty worn on the exterior, but the fabric had been straightened a few times, to resist damaging, with a small lock, that had a few scratches on the metal surface. She left that suitcase when moving out of the warehouse, but as things happened now and then, and many events occured, Ruby was back to calling both the warehouse and the appartment as her homes.

Picking the lock with a small paperclip from her pocket (because someone had lost the initial key long ago), Ruby opened it's top, staring at what it contained for a second or two. It was the place where she kept a few weapons to come in handy when training in this building, or had to do some minor work that didnt require lots of items and resources. It contained knives of all kinds, pieces of cloth for improvised band-aids, duct tape, a few patches of different substances that she used to retrieve evidence or see fingerprints with, her guns and small other stuff. Hell, she came from a terrorist family, of course she had all the support she wanted- materialistically talking.

It didnt take her more than a minute to grab her set of throwing knives, close and lock the suitcase back, and make her way towards the well known spot in the warehouse, the so called livingroom, where Enigma members would kill their time by talking, planning, relaxing or whatever. Ruby instead, used the place as a training ground. One wall didnt lack in scratches and holes, like the others did, and that was Red's hand. Now, she decided to play a bit with her knives. A target was drawn on that wall, on a wooden board with the size of a door, also her work, with grafitti apparently, a while ago maybe. Blackwood straightened her posture, aiming the middle of the target with her blue-green gaze and extending her arm, and throwing the first knife at the wall, a small smile on her face now. "Center." she whispered to herself.

The morning was now being filled with the sound of the blades digging themselves into the wooden texture. Early good morning, everyone.

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