xp_logs | Marie-Ange and Sarah

Angie seeks out Sarah so she can vent on the weight bag without breaking her wrists. So, there is venting, and hitting of bags. No earth-shattering kaboom though, sadly.

Marie-Ange peeked her head into the gym cautiously. After her talk with Doug, and the emails with Marie, she was all riled up. Again. In a concession to practicality, she had bothered to change into a pair of khakis and a t-shirt - it seemed like a good idea.. On seeing Sarah already there, she actually entered the room, now faintly nervous - but too frustrated and angry to care.

Dressed in her normal sweatpants and tank-top, Sarah hit the wall with her bare fist, the crack of breaking bone nearly louder than her frustrated growl. She cradled her hand for a moment, blood running from the bare skin where the armour had been, and finally turned to see Marie-Ange standing anxiously in the doorway. "Uh, hi."

Marie-Ange blinked briefly at the blood on Sarah's hand, and frowned, then shook herself. "The blood part is not strictly necessary, yes?" she asked dryly. "Because if it is, I may reconsider the hitting things for stress relief lesson." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

Sarah nearly laughed, flexing the fingers of her bleeding hand as she waited for it to heal. "Nah, you don't have to hit the wall. It is oddly therapeutic though." Nodding towards the punching bag, she shrugged. "The bag'll probably do you just fine."

Marie-Ange walked over towards the bag, and looked it over, giving it a gentle push. "Everyone keeps saying this 'hitting things' helps.. " she sighed, and tried to remember -anything- from the required self-defense classes from two semesters ago. She curled her fingers into a loose fist, remembering -something- Mr. Wisdom had said about keeping thumbs on the outside, and tapped the bag lightly.

"It may help." She walked over and shrugged, checking Marie-Ange's fist, before letting go and stepping back. "Or it may not. Try and keep your wrist straight when you hit."

"Something needs to." Angie muttered, before pulling her arm back. She tensed, and let go, hitting the bag, and making a small noise of surprised as she did. She looked down at her fist, and frowned. "That stung. Which .. I should have expected, I guess."

"Well, yeah. You don't get out of feeling it completely. But that's part of the therapy." She thought for a moment. "Here, watch me do it once. I don't think you've quite got it yet." She gave the bag a hard punch, then held out her other, mostly healed hand to steady the bag.

Marie-Ange watched Sarah's arm move, and made another fist, trying to copy the motion. The other girl hadn't quite stopped when she made contact with the bag.. and.. there was an odd -twist- to her forearm. Maybe that was why it felt so awkward. She waited until the bag stopped moving, and set herself, this time punching with more force, and letting the bag stop her arm, rather than trying to stop it herself. Again, she winced at the stinging in her hand, but this time, with less surprise, and with just a touch of satisfaction in her expression.

"It'll get more comfortable as you get used to it." There was just a touch of boredom in her voice, much less interested in watching someone else do it, as in hitting things herself. She winced suddenly, hand reaching back to grab a long, club-like bone from her back. She gave it a swing behind her, grinning as it hit the wall with a solid -crack-. "Oh, that was fun."

Marie-Ange raised an eyebrow at the sound of Sarah pulling the bone from her back, and turned to watch her smack it against the wall. "This is oddly satisfying." She commented, and turned back to punch at the bag again, still rather off-balance and awkward, but with enthuasism. She let out a small grunt - almost a squeak, but lower and muttered. "Stupid -men-." to herself as she contacted the bag again.

Sarah did laugh then, taking another swing at the wall. It snapped, sending part of the bone flying back and onto the floor. "It's not so bad."

Angie chuckled, and rubbed at her knuckles. They stung, a little, though not half as much as she expected. "The hitting? No, it isn't." She paused for a minute, considering. "The men though? They're stupid. At least, one of them.' Shrugging, she set her shoulders, and went back to the bag, swtiching arms, and hitting far more awkwardly with the left than the right.

Sarah turned, bone shard still held tightly in her hand. "Is that so?" She rested a hand on her hip, and leaned back against the wall. "I'd blame all my problems on mine, but he's not even remotely involved in most of them."

Marie-Ange shook her head.. "Just the current problem." she said, hitting the weight bag again. "Not all of them." She shook her fist to ease some of the sting, and frowned. Her hands were not hurting yet, but they felt .. odd. Almost tingly.

Sarah nodded, shrugging herself back off of the wall. "Can I suggest you not overdo it? I know that sounds odd coming from me, but I have a healing factor, and have been doing it a lot longer."

Marie-Ange looked down at her hand, which was just -slightly- pinking and nodded. "I need to be able to -use- my hands tommorow. Art class." She chuckled. "Though, I suspect if anyone might understand, it would be Mr. Logan."

Sarah laughed again, running a hand through her hair and nodding. "I would be very surprised if he didn't." She gave the bag another punch, and then smiled. "I think I needed that."

"I think he's had enough confusion with teaching the class." Angie said, rubbing at her hand idly. "Hearing that I hurt my hand hitting something might just send him over the edge." She grinned. "It is one of those end-of-the-world events, I think. "

"Yeah, I've done my share of those. It never seems to actually end though. Even after I started dating Shinobi, and I was positive that had to have been a signal of the apocalypse." She shrugged, hands resting back on her hips.

Marie-Ange kept grinning. "Maybe it has two parts. You have to be cute, and I have to be violent and cranky." She spread her arms in a gesture of mock-innosence. "It kind of makes sense... "

Sarah grinned mischievously, "Well now that you've been semi-violent and cranky, I'm going to go curl up in bed with my pretty half." She waited expectantly for a moment. "No? Damn. Well, I'm still going to curl up and sleep now."

Marie-Ange smiled back, and shook her head, laughing. "I thought Shinobi was your pretty half." she said. "I should go get some sleep myself. I might be able to now," she added, more seriously. "Thank you. .. it helped."