The shooting range had always served Rylie well when she was in need of a way to clear her head and distract herself from her thoughts. Though she'd never outwardly show it, Rylie's mind had been pre-occupied with the release of the initiate rankings. Her suspicions that several of the transfers that she, Chris, and Aidan had been charged with had fallen short of making the grade so far had been confirmed, though Rylie knew well that this was something that came with the territory of being a transfer trainer. Having been a transfer herself all those years back, she understood the added pressures of proving yourself worthy of Dauntless without the advantage of a Dauntless upbringing. And she certianly understood that not everyone was as cut out for life in this faction as they may have originally thought - each initiation she had helped oversee had proven that to her, as she witnessed initiate after initiate cut and sent away to fend for themselves, disgraced and deemed unworthy.
Though she chalked up her slight concerns over the bottom of the rankings being held mostly by the transfer initiates to how it reflected on her as a trainer, and to the Dauntless leaders' not-so-subtle threats for them to pull the initiates into line 'or else', if she was being completely honest with herself Rylie supposed there was also the small nagging inside of her at seeing her initiates failing. Though she certainly believed in only those who were worthy being allowed to remain in Dauntless, there was no denying that Rylie also wanted to see her initiates succeed. Even if she was content with maintaining her reputation as cold, arrogant, and a hardass when it came to being a trainer.Still, she knew that if they couldn't prove themselves over the course of this initiation, then there would be no place for them here. It was the harsh reality of choosing a life in Dauntless.
Having decided to come to the shooting range to try and clear her mind somewhat, Rylie had taken one of the rifles available from the armoury and set herself up in front of the long-range targets. She held the gun with confidence and expertise, peering through the sight, and took a breath before lining up her sight with the target. Almost immediately she shut off the noise of her thoughts, finding the silence steadying as she focused her aim and pulled the trigger. The shot hit its target expertly, flying straight through the dead centre. Several more followed it, and already she felt the calming effects of her mind no longer chattering with thoughts but instead focusing solely on the target in front of her.
At least until a voice behind her managed to break through her concentration..
