<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Yinnie paid close attention to the explanations of the supervisor and trainer. He spoke with intimacy yet with such a vigor that even with something as mundane and lecturing there had seemed to be an extra zest surrounding Yin and her crew. She could tell in his very methodology he was precise and tactful. Probably outside of his profession as well. Which was a good thing. She did feel confident as stated by Dante. She felt light and inspired by the scene before her, the coming of a new day, the bringing of a new opportunity that she could only drift in the streams of life for. This was one of them. She takes a deep breath as she aims outwards to nothing but vast landscape, almost anticipating the kickback as she pushed her wrist into the grip to protect her from the jump of the firearm. <br/>
</span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><i>Poww! </i></b></span><br/><br/>Yinnie's crew all murmured under their breaths as she fired off one shot, the noise breaching her air as she remained a firm grip. She kept a rather stoic face, but inside she was feeling an exhilarating feeling. She then followed suit and burst two shots in quick succession, as the echoes of the shots ring through the swiss hills. She exhales and relents her tensed posture, being sure to keep the gun pointed down and away from everyone else. She saw the approved looks of optimism on her colleague's faces as even some of the men who had prior firearms training nodded her way. She smirked mildly as she set the gun down, giving someone and everyone else the chance to come up to the table and take their shot, quite literally. It was just the crew today, as the actresses and actors would probably have already filmed their non-fight scenes for the crew to double in when it came to action sequences. Yinnie was thrilled, years into the industry and she was in her first major film. Who would've thought the small gymnast from Kansas City would've amassed to such heights? Her sister was certainly proud of her, and though her parents worried a lot, they were proud of her. She'd never touched drugs, never been incarcerated, and frankly considering the times she had she was lucky to be where she was today.<br/><br/>She stretched her spine, making sure to stay loose and fit throughout the crisp morning. She grabbed a water as Dante finished up with the rest of the crew. Sequences with stunts and fights were one thing, but added with the dynamics of guns, it was sure to raise her to another level. She'd wondered if he'd done anything like this before, teaching a bunch of rag tag badasses to use false ammunition. She was sure he probably preferred some line of military or private sector gig. Perhaps she would surprise him herself when it was time for him to relax and watch the stunts and fights they had planned. One thing the community has always said about little Yin: She was an absolute monster. Her athleticism was on freakish levels, and her feats scaled the talk behind it. Nevertheless, she never forgets her roots, and her gifts. She stays humility based, knowing it could all be taken away just as fast. So, aside from her contracts and stunt gigs, she also volunteers workshops for those who wish to get into stunt business, as well as teaches gymnastics whenever she has a chance to. Of the fortune and status she's achieved, knowing she could charge hefty for someone of her reputation... she always only ever charges ten dollars for all comers. Maria the assistant picks up everyone's water bottles as she talks to the lead producer via FaceTime, managing to whisper to Yinnie as she walked by.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900">"He's cute huh?" </span>Yinnie quietly chuckles, and focuses back on the training.