xp_logs | Jan and Cammie - Powers, Parents, and Plays

Cammie and Jan happen upon each other in the gym and they hit things. But they hit punching bags, not each other, so it's all good. Backdated before the start of the students' play and Journal Explosions.

Jan walked into the gym, humming to herself. She didn't usually rely on physical means for most of her fighting, which was generally done while tiny and involved zapping, but she still had to stay in shape. As she walked further into the room, Jan noticed that she wasn't alone. The new girl was having it out with a punching bag, and it looked as though she was winning.

Cammie was winning in her own mind. Working, again, on the bag. She was spending more and more of her time in the gym. Action, fighting, these things helped clear her mind. Cammie stopped though when the other girl walked in. She was terrible with names and couldn’t recall this one’s right off the top of her head. She rubbed her left hand a bit, “Hey.”

"Hey," Jan replied. "You mind if I work out, or do you need personal space?"

“I don’t own this gym,” Cammie said, stretching, “Won’t want to come close to this punching bag though…uh…whasyou’re name again?”

"I'm Jan," the brunette replied, eyeing the punching bag in question curiously. "So, why don't I want to come near it?"

“Because it’s toxic by now. It’s going to smell at the very least,” she said, her arms still over her head. “But at least I let off some steam.” And it was better than punching her backpack. "Ew." Jan made a face. "So, the punching bags have to keep getting replaced, yeah? I'm guessing no one else really wants to use a stinky, toxic punching bag. Not good for people's health, I'd think."

“Yeah, likely not. I’m sure they’re getting burned or something. No one wants to use these,” she said with a grin. “I’m good at making things untouchable.” Especially herself.

"Oh, ok. I guess you like leaving your mark on stuff?" Jan selected a punching bag nearby, sniffing it to make sure it hadn't been Cammiefied.

“If I don’t leave my mark on something, things can get pretty freaky,” Cammie said dryly before hitting her bag again. “It’s one of those type of things.”

"Yeah?" Jan put on a pair of gloves, then proceeded to hit the bag in front of her.

“Yeah,” Cammie said. Her arm would go off on its own if she didn’t let out enough. It was dangerous. She was dangerous. And yet, here she was. “In a way, I’m like a time bomb.”

"Yeah?" The bag recieved another punch. "In what way?"

“The best way. Or the worst way. Take your pick,” she said, hitting the bag harder than she needed to.

"Huh?" Jan stopped in mid-punch. "You know, if you're talking about the thing with your arm, it's not like that's anything new around here. Well, the exact whatever-it-is is, I guess, but as far as the OMG-I-can't-touch-anyone-or-something-bad-will-happen thing, yeah, I've been there done that, too."

“Yeah, I know. But yeah,” Cammie said, hitting the bag again. “You’ve been there too, huh? So much fun, isn’t it?”

"Not really," Jan replied. "It sucks, I know, especially when you've got a parent or two who aren't exactly the world's biggest fans of mutants. Like my dad." The short-haired girl resumed her attack on the bag in front of her.

“That’s why I don’t endorse parents,” she said sagely. Cammie had never stayed around to find out what her parents thought, but she had a fair idea in light of recent information. Then again, she had no idea what her birth mom would’ve thought. But you couldn’t really value the opinion of someone who dumped you at an orphan age right after you were born. "Most don’t know jack shit.”

"Well, I wouldn't say that, but sure they can be dumb sometimes. I mean, safety's an issue, too, I went to a school where people weren't so big on liking mutants." Jan paused for a moment, thinking. "It's better there now, though; that's where the kids are doing their play. I got to go back there and it was kind of weird at first, remembering how I always had to hide being a mutant there and knowing that now I don't need to anymore, but still. Weird, you know?"

She paused at that and recalled her very brief high school career. “Yeah. Weird. You couldn’t pay me enough to go back to any high school. That whole play thing almost seems like a set up to me. But hey, at least the peeps in it are having fun.”

Jan ceased hitting again and looked at Cammie in confusion. "Set up? What are you talking about?"

“Oh come on, was it the local high school that said, ‘hey, let’s do a play with a bunch of mutants’? If it was, I can almost promise you something else is going on. Or not. It could be that I just don’t trust people. No one ever lays all their cards on the table, but hey, ‘least they’re having a good time,” Cammie returned with a harsh shrug.

"Well, sure it was Xavier's that started the stuff, but the school didn't have to agree," Jan told Cammie. "There's no set up, ok? The kids are happy and they're having a great time, even if they do think I cursed the play."

“If you say so,” Cammie said. “Hope it goes good for them at least, they have been putting a lot of work into it.”