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After classes last Friday, Sarah goes to beat the hell out of the gym equipment again. Angelo comes in to check on her and subsequently, calm her down. A little.

Sarah hammers at the punching bag, hands bleeding and raw. She's obviously not giving herself enough time to heal as she continues to hit /anything/ within reach, as seen when she turns and hits the wall with the side of her curled up fist. She winces, but takes a deep breath and goes back to letting the punching bag have it.

Angelo walks in at that moment, and takes in the blood with a frown of concern. Walking over to the wall and sitting down with his back against it, well out of her reach in case he startles her, he says tentatively, "Sarah?"

Sarah gives the bag a few more solid hits before turning very slowly and deliberately to face him. If it wasn't obvious before, there's no mistaking it now, Sarah is /not/ happy. Her hair hangs in her face, and a patch of bone has formed on her left cheek, right under her eye. "Yeah."

Angelo carefully disguises his reaction at the sight of her, knowing she has every reason to react the way she is, and asks, "Are you... how's it goin'?"

"Just peachy," she says dryly, taking a moment to flex her fingers as she feels the skin begin to heal. "Just trying to get rid of this overwhelming urge to kill something. It wouldn't even have to be /her/ at this point. Just, something."

Angelo nods, understanding who Sarah means by "her" without having to ask. "I could give you a few targets, but I'm not sure the faculty'd like it."

"Of course not. 's why I'm here, trying to convince myself that this is much more satisfying than smashing that bitch's face in would be." The blood has stopped dripping from her hands now, but they're still raw and veryvery red.

Angelo nods. "It wouldn't really be the one who deserves it, anyway, from what I hear", he says quietly. "An' we can't get at her. No, I was thinkin' more of Manuel." His face darkens as he says the young man's name.

By this point, the bone protrusions are beginning to slow, and it's probably the longest period of time today she's spent not bleeding. "Son of a bitch fucking /helped/ her, yeah. But still, it's easier to hate Kwannon. She fucked with me directly." She rubs at her forehead absently, pushing the stray hair to the side.

Angelo frowns, remembering. "The... thing with the bone? Yeah, I remember you mentionin' that." He winces at the thought.

"And something else. Hell if I remember what happened though. And nobody seems to be able to tell me either." She clenches her hands into fists at her side, voice dropping to a low growl. "Fucking bitch threw it at me, too."

Angelo nodded, eyes dark. "Yeah, I saw her message. An' if it wouldn't mean hurtin' Ms. Braddock, I'd be right there with you. But Kwannon's where we can't get at her, now."

Sarah shook her head, hands still clenched. "I'm at the point where I don't fucking care anymore. I don't fucking care /who/ it hurts."

Angelo shrugs. "You would, though. When things aren't so fresh."

Sarah snorts, and throws her hands up in an exhasperated, helpless gesture. "That's me, The fucking monster with a goddamned concience. So I come down here and make /myself/ bleed. No harm done there."

Angelo frowns. "That depends on your point of view", he points out. "Think Shinobi'd disagree."

"He worries too much," she says simply, "There's nothing I'm doing that won't heal."

Angelo shrugs. "Well, it's your call. Long as you don't hurt yourself bad enough to land in the medlab - an' before you say it, I know it takes more for you than for most. That's what I mean."

"Yeah. Well, I haven't figured out a way to cause permanent damage, so I think we're fine there." She rubs her hands together, inflamed pink skin visible under what's now dry blood. "I just... I need to hurt something, or I'm going to go crazy. Something has to get it."

Angelo nods, understanding. "Believe me, I know how you feel. Trouble is there aren't too many fair targets here, is there?"

Sarah shakes her head, hunching over a bit to get a better grip on a bone in her back. She yanks it out, and in the same motion swings it at the punching bag with a dull thud. "I hate this."

Angelo shrugs sympathetically, not sure what to say. "Right there with you", he offered quietly.

Sarah doesn't look at him, instead forcing whatever anger and frustration back inside, to be dealt with later. "What time is it?"

Angelo glances at his watch. "'Bout half past five. Why?"

"Shit. I have to pack. We're leaving in twenty minutes." Grabbing a black towel from the floor, she wipes up the blood from the floor and the punching bag, and pulls the elastic from her hair. "Wouldn't want them to leave without me."

Angelo blinks. "Leavin'?" Then he remembers. "Oh, yeah! The beach trip. Sounds like fun - 'specially for the boys."

"Yeah. I needed to get away from here, and taking the boys to the beach sounded promising. So. I'll see you later?"

Angelo grins. "Sure will. Did I hear you were comin' to London, after the beach?"

Sarah laughs. "Nice try. That would require a plane ride. But I'm going to make sure Shinobi does. He'll have fun without me, whether he wants to admit it or not."

Angelo grins. "Think he might be plottin' the same for you, you know. But he knows you don't like heights, so he won't push too hard."

"I'd rather not break his hand if I don't have to." Sarah smiles, and grabs the rest of her stuff. "Okay, I've really got to run now. I'll see you, maybe sooner than I expect."

Angelo smiles back. "Okay. Have fun!"

"I'm sure I will, even if the boys have to force me into it." Sarah walks to the door, pushing it open with her back. "Later, Angelo."