but I know I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight [open like burning]

[notenlightened]

10am: Dani Reese is sitting in a booth at The Kitchen Table, an untouched cup of coffee in front of her. Despite desperately needing the caffeine, her thoughts are way too full of 'how the hell are we getting out of here?' at the moment. Crews is - well, last she checked, he was still in bed. She pauses in her thought process and briefly debates

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[teenytinyteme]

Chance is just sitting there, watching with wide eyes as this woman appears to BEAT THE SHIT out of a punching bag. She's pretty impressed. She knows how to punch things--mostly things like other kids' faces. But that looks AWESOME.

"You're really badass," she says finally, when there is a lull in the punching. "I wish I could punch like that."

[doneanddoner]

"Badass?" Fred nearly blushes at the repetition of the word; she rarely curses herself.

"Oh, I'm not sure if I would say that. But I guess I need somethin' to do with all this energy I seem to have picked up lately."

[teenytinyteme]

Chance shakes her head at the woman's reluctance. "Nah. I'd go with badass. It fits pretty nicely."

She cocks her head to the side. "Have you been sick?" she asks. "With the energy thing." She remembers having the flu when she was younger, and how TIRED she was all the time.

[doneanddoner]

"Okay, if you say so."

Fred is nothing if not agreeable.

"Sick? No, I don't think so. Just tryin' to get used to this whole beatin' things up."

[teenytinyteme]

Chance nods. "It's not hard to learn," she says. "Beatin' things up. You just have to sort of punch them until they stop moving. Or until they run away."

Not that Chance is much of an expert. She just knows what works, or what worked for her back home.

[doneanddoner]

"Oh, I don't know if I'd like to do that with people," Fred tells her.

"Sounds like general messy business."

[teenytinyteme]

Chance shrugs. "Well. You don't just do it to ANYBODY, right? Just the people that are bothering you. It's not too messy 'cause you don't want to bash their brains out or anything. Just... get them to stop bothering you." She fidgets uncomfortably. Those days--the days of beating the crap out of anyone that said something to her she didn't like--seem so far and yet so ridiculously close to where she is now.

[doneanddoner]

Fred shrugs too.

"I guess so. Maybe I'm just the kinda person that would prefer to be punchin' somethin' that couldn't potentially hit me back."

[teenytinyteme]

"Well, I mean, duh, everyone wants that," Chance says. "No one WANTS to get hurt. But if you're fast enough, something you thought could punch back can't punch you back any more 'cause he's on the ground holding his nose and trying not to cry."

She has no idea why she's discussing these sort of things with this woman. It doesn't really matter to her either way.