xp_logs | Angelo, Amanda - late Saturday afternoon

Amanda realises there's stuff she doesn't know about the FOH and makes a point of running into Angelo to ask. It ends with Amanda offering to keep an eye on Bobby whilst Angelo commits violence on a punching bag.

Amanda frowned at the computer screen, reading Angelo's post asking that people not mention FOH to Bobby. Obviously it was one of those things she'd missed. She remembered her remarks about the FOH on Tabitha's journal and winced. Great way to be an insensitive bitch, she thought to herself. She noted Angelo was on his way to the gym - maybe she could cut him off and apologise... and maybe find out just what it was she was apologising for.

Angelo was, indeed, on his way down to the gym, but had made a detour to the kitchen to fill his bottle with water. As he walked back towards the stairs, he saw her leave her room and look around, and called out a greeting. "Hey, Amanda."

"Hey. I was lookin' for you," she said, coming over to him. "I wanted t' say sorry, for upsettin' Bobby."

Angelo blinked. "Oh. It wasn't you - or not only you. It's just kinda hard to get away from hearin' about the FoH, this last day or so, an' I wanted to make sure he didn't any more than he had to."

"Well, I was makin' cracks about them bein' nothin' but a joke back home, an' I didn't know... Actually, I still don't. But I'm guessin' they did somethin' to him?" Amanda asked. Then she remembered Angelo's slip about Bobby having been raped, and she added: "If you can tell me, that is."

He sighed. "It's pretty much public knowledge - they announced it when he came home. He was out on a mission, quite a few months ago now, an' he somehow got taken prisoner. Thing was, he got replaced by that bitch Mystique, so nobody knew he was gone. For two months."

"Mystique?" Amanda was realising there was a lot she didn't know. Hadn't bothered to get to know, actually. "'M guessin' she's a shapeshifter?"

"Yeah. She can be any person she wants, as long as she's seen them in person, I think is how it works. She works with Magneto, so I have no idea how Bobby ended up in the FoH's hands. But he did."

"An' that's when..." Amanda let the implication hang. "Fuck, no wonder he's so bent out of shape."

Angelo nodded grimly. "Yeah. Those bastards had him for two months straight, beatin' him up, starvin' him, tellin' him they were gonna kill him..." He trailed off, scowling.

"An' me talkin' about how they're nothin' but a joke in Brighton wouldn't have helped. Fuck." Amanda shook her head. "This country is pretty bloody fucked up. How's he doin'?"

"Not good. Maybe a little better, now, though. I made him take some of that stuff to help you sleep without dreams, an' he's asleep now, or I wouldn't've left."

"I can stick me head in, make sure he's okay, if you want a break," she offered tentatively. "You look like you need it."

Angelo nodded. "I'm goin' down to the gym. I need to hit somethin' for a few hours. Not sure when he'll wake up, but I'd be happier knowin' someone's keepin' an eye on him."

"'S somethin' I'm gettin' practice at - was watchin' over Nate for a bit last night," she said. "You gunna be all right?"

Angelo sighed. "Oh, I'll be fine. I'm gonna have another go at gettin' him down to Samson about all this, later."

"Samson's gunna be chargin' overtime after this week," Amanda said with a grin. She gave Angelo a nudge. "Go on an' kill the punchin' bag. I'll keep an eye on things here."

Angelo nodded. "Thanks. 'preciate it."