[ This is when I forget to breathe -- ]

[superxgrlfriend]

WHO: Monet and OPEN.
WHEN: After Monet arrives at the Institute.
WARNINGS: Violence to punching bags. :(
SUMMARY: Above warning should be a satisfactory summary.
FORMAT: Quicklog is probably easiest

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[ahhmahgawd]

[Sam walks by to check on her, poking his head into the room as he watches her.]

[superxgrlfriend]

[ By the time Monet notices that Sam is there, the punching bag has been soundly defeated. She doesn't turn around to greet him. ]

Sam.

[ahhmahgawd]

Monet.

[He moves in closer, but not too close.]

[superxgrlfriend]

[ She takes a deep breath. In. Out. There's an almost unnoticeable swipe and her cheek, and she turns. Her hair, long since fallen out of the makeshift bun she'd put it in, fell over half of her face. ]

I owe Scott a punching bag, but I'm good for it.

[jonocalypse]

[Jono had gotten to the Institute early; the debrief hadn't started yet, as most people hadn't arrived. Uncomfortable with being at the Institute - even here, in the City, where it wasn't really the Institute at all - Jono wanders the halls relatively unnoticed, debates waiting outside, and then stumbles across the gym.

Better than a deserted classroom, but unlikely to have anyone in it: Jono opens the door to the gym and walks through before realizing that he is not, in fact, alone.]

[superxgrlfriend]

[ It isn't longer after Sam leaves her that she continues her rampage against the punching bags. Most of her anger is lifted, however, and punching bag number two is faring much better. She is concentrating deeply, more on form than power, and therefore doesn't notice the door opening or who is walking through it. ]

[jonocalypse]

[Jono closes the door carefully behind him, and moves to stand a few feet away from Monet. She's intensely focused, and Jono's wary; she could just as well tell him to piss of as look at him.]

I think it's dead, luv.

[superxgrlfriend]

[ Monet whirls around, stopping herself just at the last minute from taking Jono's head off. She's beside herself at the fact that she couldn't hear him coming. ]

Jono! When did you get here?

[ Her hands are hurting something fierce; maybe it's a good time to take a break. She's unused to feeling the effects of her training -- and it shoes. ]

[jamie_prime]

This place is too big. [ A bodiless voice comments from the doorway. ]

[ It's Jamie, and who knows how long he's been standing there, leaning casually against the frame. He points toward the bag. ] I've been on the receiving end of that before...

[ He softly pushes off and approaches slowly. He knows her thoughts must be on her brother, but still, seeing him, he wasn't sure where they stood. Not the time, though. He rubbed his jaw softly. ] Glad it's not me this time.

[ He stops short just in front of her. ] How ya doin?

[superxgrlfriend]

[ Monet looks up from the second punching bag to see Jamie, looming over her. Sam didn't tell her that the gym was the Institute's equivalent of Grand Central. ]

I'm fine. You?

[jamie_prime]

[ He shrugs. ] I'm good. Miss the old office.

[ He gives the bag a jab. It doesn't move nearly as much, surely, than when she was punching it. He knows that. He stares at her as if to say "don't say a word." ]

[superxgrlfriend]

[ She's not really sure how to ease into it, so she jumps headfirst. ]

Missing the future?