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Feb 16, 2013 0:24:16 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on Feb 16, 2013 0:24:16 GMT -5
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Alfred chanced a glance at Neria with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, eyes quickly sweeping over her figure before turning back to the road. "Is that a challenge, Ms. Levine? Because you know how I am when it comes to challenges." He teased.
Alfred would not have used the term misbehavior either, though he knew that was how some other nations viewed it. He chuckled once more at Neria's incredulity at the qualifier 'a few'. "Alright, so the vast majority of your neighbors." He just didn't like reminding her of that if he didn't have to. However, if she brought it up herself, who was he to argue?
As they entered through the front, Alfred spotted someone he didn't recognize at the counter. Great, that meant he might have to jump through a few more hoops, but it wouldn't be too much more effort. Alfred decided to try his luck with the first man. "Hey, we're here to test out a few toys."
The man looked over his glasses at the two nations, clearly caught off guard by what looked to be a college-aged couple coming in with what appeared to be duffel bags worth of 'toys' to test. "Uh, what sorts of weapons are we talking about here?"
Alfred could not help but grin at this, deciding to have a little fun. "Top secret." The man was about to respond back when another man's voice rung out from a door to the side.
"Oh Jones, causing trouble for my poor employees again?"
"You know it!" Alfred stated with a chuckle.
Noting the bewildered stare on the employee's face, the manager to the side proceeded to hastily explain. "This is Al Jones. He works as a weapons tester for the government. Not some of the really powerful stuff, mind ya, that'd be kept under lock and key. Right Jones?"
Alfred grinned. "Correct, Jim." Oh what Jim didn't know about Alfred...
"Who's the lady? She your girlfriend?"
At this, Alfred put an arm around Neria. He deliberately avoided answering the latter question verbally, though hoped that his gestures would be enough for Jim to make the leap that there was something going on there. "This is Neria," He left her last name out deliberately. "She's in the IDF. She's here to test out a couple of weapons of her own." Well, he supposed, it wasn't a lie. Israel was most certainly in her own army. Like him, he would assume that Neria adopted whatever role she needed to take in her own armed forces at a given time.
There were a few more word exchanged, along with more casual ribbing, and soon the two were on their way. Alfred didn't want to spend too much time chit-chatting with the employees when he and Neria came for other endeavors.
Alfred carted along his duffel bag as though it were no heavier than a small briefcase. Given the power of most of their arms, they were to head to an outdoor area for most of their tests. "So, tell me a bit about this Uzi Pro of yours." He spoke as they walked, excitement continuing to mount.
[So...it's Uzi Pro that was released in 2010, not the Mini Uzi. XD Oops. At least I caught it before they started talking too much about the wrong thing. XD][/style]
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Mar 13, 2013 14:57:03 GMT -5 |
Post by Neria "Israel" Levine on Mar 13, 2013 14:57:03 GMT -5
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Neria mock scoffed at his much more specific population of who liked to view her in a less-than-flattering light. ”Better,” she cracked a small smile before continuing. ”The vast majority, though? Not quite. How about all of my neighbours?” Neria raised her brows as her smile widened marginally. She really didn’t care if Alfred brought that up. It had been a part of her reality for several, several years, so she was more apt to poke morbid fun at the fact that so many hated her and wanted to see her dead as opposed to moping about it. Had she done that, her entire existence would have been a rather unhappy one.
Once they were in the building, Neria gave a sideways glance to the man at the counter before her gaze wandered off to the other parts of the building, taking in the familiar details that she had been craving since her flight had landed. She tried to stiffen the corners of her mouth to keep an amused smile at bay when the man had asked what sorts of weapons they were hoping to play with. However, she had no such luck when Alfred told the stranger that their arsenal was 'top secret.' A soft snort escaped from the smaller nation, though she averted her eyes just when another man came into the picture. Good, a familiar face for Alfred.
She arched an eyebrow slightly when the man told his employee exactly what Alfred’s title was. Well, what he was told about Alfred in any case... She was amused, but she wasn’t going to say anything in front of these men. Her expression directed at Alfred was hopefully enough to convey her teasing amusement over what was being said. The smallest of flushes came over Neria when the man had asked if she was his girlfriend. It was a common enough assumption whenever they were out in public, which was probably reasonable considering their behavior around each other. Sometimes it still was a little odd for her to actually hear the title being thrown around so casually.
She gave Jim a small smile when she Alfred’s arm came about her shoulders, allowing the man to come to his own conclusion regarding their relationship. When Alfred had introduced her, she couldn’t stop the polite response from leaving her lips, ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” She was conditioned to be cordial and this instance was no exception. And she did rather like Alfred’s title for her. It was as close to the truth as she was comfortable with giving strangers, particularly those that weren’t her citizens.
In no time; however, they were on their way. Neria eyed Alfred’s ease with the way that he carried his duffel bag… and yes, she had to admit that she probably watched for a bit longer than was necessary. No harm done. Though she did enjoy his abilities when it was put to other good uses as well… namely in the privacy of a hotel room or Al’s home... A tiny smirk rested over Neria's mouth at her filthy thoughts just as Alfred started to speak while they made their way down the hallway leading to the outdoor testing area. Her pulse quickened with excitement; she could almost already feel the adrenaline seeping through.
Her expression betrayed her love for the Uzi Pro as soon as Alfred had asked about it. ”Oh, it’s something that needs to be felt, Alfred. You wouldn’t believe how lightweight this baby is after seeing how much power it has.” Already, Neria could feel the familiar, hard backlash into her palm, the smell and the sound of the Uzi as it fired. As excited as Neria was to start testing, she was going to allow Alfred to have the first taste. It was being given to him, after all. Nothing was more exciting to the small nation than a profitable weapons trade... And if she knew anything about Alfred, she was sure that the Uzi Pro wouldn’t disappoint him. As soon as the door was in sight, Neria sprinted ahead to get to the door first, holding it open for Alfred so that he wouldn’t have to awkwardly maneuver his much larger bag.
Once outside, Neria noticed that they had this section of the shooting range all to themselves. Normally, this would have been a huge impossibility, but Alfred apparently always knew which strings to pull—something that Neria was happy to not question. While the targets were being prepared, Neria unzipped her bag, pulling out the specialty weapon in question, carefully making sure that the safety was still on and the end was pointed towards the shooting range. Common, strict rules that were always in place for shooting ranges, no matter which one they visited. Her eyes were bright, clearly thrilled, as she cradled the Uzi Pro before holding it over for Alfred to test the weight and smoothness. ”Here. See for yourself.” Neria layed it carefully into his hands, wanting him to feel the Uzi before she started gushing over it like a proud parent.
------------------------ NOTES: Ah ok. xD Thanks for catching that. TIME: Early December 2012
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Mar 13, 2013 23:24:38 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on Mar 13, 2013 23:24:38 GMT -5
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Alfred did find himself distracted from the road on more than one occasion. It was fortunate that they did not end up in an accident, though at least he only stole occasional glances at Neria rather than texting on his phone as he'd done before he met up with her at the cafe.
Neria not only met him on the subject, but took it even farther. He felt his grin slipping slightly, that she was able to talk about the subject so casually. It was a fact of life, and he realized this too, but as a man who tried to stay optimistic he wanted to encourage the same with Neria. Fortunately, even despite this comment, Alfred knew that Neria would not falter. She was tougher than that.
The only issue was that sometimes she didn't see his position. He wanted to support her, and did most of the time, but his position in the world meant that he had relations to maintain with others in the region as well. It sometimes lead to disagreements between the two.
That said, Neria's fantasies had a good chance of coming true that night, if all went as planned.
Alfred listened with interest as Neria started to describe the weapon to him. It had to be felt? Well, he'd hopefully be doing that soon enough. With those words, Alfred walked a little faster. He was mildly surprised when Neria darted in front of him and held the door for him, but he appreciated it nonetheless. After all, both of his hands were full and would have to readjust the way he was holding things if he were to open the door on his own. "Thanks," He grinned to Neria before stepping outside and handing Neria her bag while setting his own down and opening it up.
He looked up when Neria addressed him, holding his hands out as Neria set the gun into them. He was instantly testing the feel of the gun in his hands. It was certainly lighter than a regular Uzi. It even felt a bit lighter than the Micro and Mini Uzis. He tested the grip next. He was surprised to find that the gun handled well with his dominant hand. As many guns were made for right-handed users, this was a pleasant surprise. Alfred was a good shot with either hand, as a result of years upon years of practice with his non-dominant hand as well as his dominant one (shooting being the only thing he really mastered with both hands, struggling too much with other things), but it still felt good to know that he could use this one with his left hand as well as his right.
"You can use it left-handed, I see!" Alfred remarked with a grin. This was one feature he liked a lot, and he planned to let it be known. Maybe Neria could pass the word off to designers and they'd make future weapons with this trait in the future. It was worth a shot, at least.
"So, what are the specs on this puppy?" He inquired, looking through the sight as he continued to get a good feel for the weapon he was holding.[/style]
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Apr 9, 2013 22:24:11 GMT -5 |
Post by Neria "Israel" Levine on Apr 9, 2013 22:24:11 GMT -5
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With that being said, Neria sometimes envied Alfred for his own modern dilemma of balancing relationships. Hers were sadly much simpler than that. She either had enemies that didn’t recognise her for what she was... and wanted her expunged from the face of the world… and she had those that didn’t hate her guts. Alfred and a very few string of others actually allied themselves with her. Neria had very few friends in the world, which was the reason for her sometimes heavy political demands from Alfred. There were times where he’s all that she has left to turn to. Literally.
Being here, though, admiring and sharing in a common interest with him was nice. For the both of them. The world demanded a lot from them, so it was crucial at times to allow some of that pressure to simply wash away. The way the little nation watched Alfred as he inspected the feel of the Uzi was one of absolute excitement. She reflected Alfred’s wide smile after he noticed that he could also use his left hand just as easily as he could shoot with his right regarding this model.
”I thought you’d appreciate that. From what I know, they’re hoping to create more with that feature in particular… It’s becoming increasingly common for our soldiers to learn to shoot with both… in case of emergency while in action, of course.” Neria noted this as casually as if she were admiring the weather. Preparing for war and being in a constant state of preparation was a necessity. Sometimes she felt like she was in a perpetual state of survival, given the usual flow of anxiety that runs through her blood. Mostly as a precaution for having rockets currently being aimed at her along with a growing nuclear threat from her dear neighbour, Iran.
She continued. ”Well, they added more safety features on this one, which really wasn’t a necessary change from the previous design, but that’s always a plus. And the optical on here is just killer,” she paused for a moment, sidling up close to Alfred to maneuver her hands near his, adjusting the gun in a slightly elevated position so that they could better see through the lens. Being this close and slowly wrapping her warm fingers around the hold, she grazed her lips briefly against his cheek, sliding the gun from his grip, giving him a bit of a mischievous smile as she mock reclaimed the weapon. ”There’s very little maintenance involved, no extra tools needed for striping it. Semi-auto, 9x19, 25 rounds, the works.” She finished, eyeing the fresh targets that were set up on the range.
Turning back to Alfred, she flashed him a small grin, her eyes gleaming with fresh eagerness. ”I do like a good combat weapon... It's always fun to jump straight into the thick of things, isn't it?” She shrugged lightly, but the look in her expression solidified. Neria paused, very lightly chewing at her lip in thought before giving voice to her inner worries, still clawing at her insides. ”I can see myself getting into a situation like that real soon if things continue heating up... I wonder how long it’ll take me to dismantle Iran’s little plaything again... Knowing the UN, they’ll barely allow me to do it at the last possible minute. Gotta be prepared.” A cynical, amused smile spread as she placed the Uzi back in Alfred’s grasp. ”You wanna show something of yours first or should we mark up the first few set-ups?
------------------------ NOTES: I suddenly have an itch to go to a shooting range... xD TIME: Early December 2012
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Apr 9, 2013 23:24:20 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on Apr 9, 2013 23:24:20 GMT -5
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The same trait, however, led him to big disappointments when things did not pan out as he hoped. One might call it naivete - They would not be that far off the mark. Alfred was certainly not as naive as he once was, but blind optimism had caught him up on more than one occasion. The trick was balancing the two, and it was a trick that Alfred still struggled with.
Alfred grinned when Neria remarked that more guns might be produced with that feature in mind. It was not a necessity for Alfred - guns were the one subject he was truly ambidextrous in - but it was still a feature that he'd quite enjoy. It was rare to find a gun that he could shoot comfortably with his left hand until recently, hence the reason why he'd put the effort into learning to shoot with his right hand in the first place. It certainly wasn't easy at first, contrary to what some might believe.
The blond grinned as he felt Neria sidle close to him to adjust the gun so that he could see through the scope with more ease. "Ah, thanks, that's much better." He remarked with a small smirk, only partially referring to the gun.
He listened intently as she went into more depth on some of the specs, the prospect temporarily back in her possession. Like her, hearing the details only made him that much more eager to put them to the test.
His grin dropped momentarily as Neria allowed him a peek into her innermost worries. He put one arm around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort the female country. "I swear, between North Korea and Iran, we have our hands full." Alfred shook his head, before a small smile came across his face. "I think we've done a pretty good job with Stuxnet though, don't you?" Alfred proceeded to lean in and press his lips against Neria's.
It did not take long for Alfred to decide what he wanted to do once he had the weapon back in his grasp. "Might as well set things up. We already got this bad boy out, let's put it to some use before we start pulling out all our other toys." [/style]
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Apr 26, 2013 21:03:52 GMT -5 |
Post by Neria "Israel" Levine on Apr 26, 2013 21:03:52 GMT -5
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The female nation paused for only a split moment after Alfred’s remark. She shared his smile, though his was far more devious than hers. Sometimes, she allowed Alfred to be the wily one every so often in the relationship. It kept things interesting. On the flip side, she positively reveled in it whenever she took the reins. She liked to tease him with her occasional unpredictability, keep him on edge, and hopefully drive him up the wall in more ways than one. It was a game well worth the effort.
Neri squeezed Alfred’s hand when he wound his arm around her shoulders. ”We always have our hands full,” She teased, her morbid humour coming through once more on this one. ”They fluctuate worse than hormone infested teenagers. Ones who can’t decide how threatening they’d like to be for the day.” She shrugged, a derisive grin tugging at her lips.
She outright laughed when Alfred mentioned Stuxnet. ”Yes, we did.” Neria gave him a warm look, her hand sliding down from where it was at his side to the outline of his thigh, chilled fingertips dragging against the roughness of his jeans. ”I wouldn’t mind another round of that.” Her tone was innocent, but the way she was looking at him most certainly wasn’t. Infiltration, guns, and very mission-driven undertakings tended to get Neria in the mood for other adrenaline-pumping activities… And it’s a given that it happened quite often.
When Alfred kissed her, Neria smiled, accidently breaking it. ”Agreed,” she murmured once he had his weapon back. She pulled out some fresh paper targets for them to pin to the wooden stands. Hopefully they’d mark them exactly how they should be marked... After they were ready, Neria made sure to do some at various ranges. Some decently close, while others were outrageously far, just for the heck of it. Neri slid her jacket from her shoulders, draping over the back of the chair, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for her too feel far too warm for it. Adrenaline mixed with the slight rise in her blood pressure did wonders to take her mind off the cold. ”Ready whenever you are.” Neria teased him with another warm stare, the usual mixture of expectation, excitement, and a certain thrill. One that Alfred was more than familiar with...
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May 6, 2013 0:24:14 GMT -5 |
Post by Alfred "America" F. Jones on May 6, 2013 0:24:14 GMT -5
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Alfred met Neria's grin with one of his own, especially upon seeing her response to the subject of Stuxnet being brought up. He couldn't say he'd mind another round of that either, if meant she would continue to stroke his thigh like that. "We'll just have to put something in the works then," he noted in return, the corners of his mouth inching upward.
As Neria set up the targets, Alfred took a few more moments to get a feel for the weapon in his hand. He observed Neria in action in the meantime, enjoying the view. Noting that Neria was slipping off her jacket, Alfred decided to slip off his bomber jacket, revealing a U.S. army shirt underneath. He'd decided to dress for the occasion. Since they would be testing military grade weapons, it seemed fitting.
There was only one thing left to do. Alfred reached into his pocket and retrieved two sets of earplugs, handing one to Neria. There was a chance that she already had ear protection of her own, but he'd brought spares just in case. He slipped his own ear plugs in, turning to Neria with a smirk. "Ready as I'll ever be!"
Now the true test would begin. How would the weapon handle while it was in use? Alfred brought the weapon to his mouth, touching his lips to the side for luck before taking aim and focusing on one of the targets through the scope. Once he felt that he was set, he pressed down on the trigger.
He made quick work of the closer targets, a satisfied grin on his face. Of course, that was to be expected. It was the farther targets that would be more difficult - and looking through the scope once more, Alfred realized just how far away Neria place a few of the targets. He chuckled, recognizing a challenge posed by his girlfriend when he saw one. A playful smile came across his face.
"So what do I get when I hit all of those targets?" He inquired teasingly, a playful smirk across his face. He didn't much care what his reward was, as long as it involved time with Neria, but he was curious as to what his girlfriend might come up with. Stress relief indeed![/style]
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