xp_logs | Anonymity sucks.

Angelo was, once again, in the gym, beating hell out of one of the fortunately sturdy punchbags. This time, it was the hazy face of a certain FoH member he'd never actually seen that he envisioned with each landed blow.

"Push it up against the wall," Sarah suggested as she walked in, dressed in her workout clothes. "You'll get a more solid hit that way. More satisfying."

Angelo glanced round and nodded, then set about doing as she'd suggested. "Thanks for the tip."

"You figure out stuff like that after a while." She pulled her hair back, bony hands occasionally snagging on the strands. "Only so many times you can hit a wussy swinging punching bag instead of something hard... especially when you want somebody dead." Her tone suggested she wouldn't be offended if she was just talking to herself, but still open for conversation.

Angelo glanced at her over his shoulder, but didn't stop hitting. "Yeah. An' I do. I just don't know his name or what he looks like, not to mention where he is, so this'll have to do."

"Fuck, but that sounds familiar." She began stretching, joints cracking like she'd been sitting around for a while. "I hate that more than anything."

"Who d'you have in mind?" Angelo asked, vaguely curious.

"My family's dead." She said simply, continuing her stetches, "And to this day I don't know who. Or why."

Angelo winced, remembering. "Well, I know why the guy this is standin' in for did what he did. An' his buddies, too. Doesn't help much, though."

"Yeah. I've got my guesses about mine." She stood up, giving the air a good solid kick, as if hammering her point in. "And a whole notebook describing what I'm going to do to them when I do find them."

Angelo chuckled. "Good for you. Wish I had any chance of findin' my guy. But the only person who could help... I don't really wanna ask for a full description."

"The fucker'll probably be stupid enough to save you the trouble. They like to brag." She pulled a club-like bone from her shoulder, giving it a few harsh swings.

Angelo scowled, hitting the punchbag harder, if that was possible. "It'd have to be by chance. But if I ever run into him an' hear him braggin' about what he did, he's dead", he stated simply and without exaggeration.

Sarah nodded, giving the bone in her hand a hard throw against the wall. It made a cracking noise as it hit, and fell to the ground. "I hear you."

Angelo nodded curtly and turned back to his punchbag, wishing there was something more productive he could do.

Sarah let the silence hang for a while, going through various moves and movements. "How's Drake doin'?"

"Not good", Angelo answered bluntly. "Can't stop shakin' every time he hears the Friends of fuckin' Humanity mentioned."

"Is somebody keeping an eye on him now?" She asked, throwing another bone and watching it streak blood down the wall. "Mine, yours, one of the docs?

"I was with him most of the day, an' I've e-mailed Alison an' Dr. MacTaggart, as well as Marie an' Shinobi an' Paige", he listed flatly. "'f you wanna keep an eye on him too, though, the more the better."

"I'm not a particularly comforting sight, Angelo." She scratched around her horns as she went to the wall, pulling out an old towel that had been tucked into the waistband of her pants. She ran her fingers through the blood on the wall, distracted for a moment before finally wiping it off.

"Long as you aren't tryin' to talk to him about them or about what happened, I don't think that matters much right now", he responded almost sadly.

"I'll make sure at least Shinobi goes up for a while. If he's not already up there. He's good like that." And it seems that's the end of the discussion on that.

Angelo nodded. "Thanks", he said quietly, before turning his attention back to his punchbag.