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[chopshopgoddess]

[Mikaela can currently be found in the gym, beating the absolute shit out of a punching bag. She's in tiny red shorts, a white tank, her hair is pulled back and she's drenched in sweat. She's pissed. Do you approach?]

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[soldierbee]

[Yes he does.

Bumblebee rolls up and idles, waiting for her to notice him.]

[chopshopgoddess]

[She doesn't for a little while, it's only when she turns to grab at her water bottle does she notice the tiny little camaro sitting there watching her.]

...Hey.

[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee shifts on his wheels.] Hey baby, hey baby, hey!

[chopshopgoddess]

[How is she supposed to stay mad when you're so cute?]

How're you?

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[wolvesxeyes]

[Sorry, Mikaela, you don't scare Rea; especially since the wolf's usually the one kicking the shit out of that punching bag.

She does recognize the signs of someone being pissed, however.]

Hey. Who needs a beating? People are usually better then punching bags.

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[chopshopgoddess]

A couple people -

[PUNCHPUNCHPUNCH]

Myself included.

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[wolvesxeyes]

[The wolf's eyebrow goes up at that. She plops down on her butt, situates herself, then looks at her friend again.]

Spill; what happened?

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[chopshopgoddess]

I'm [raaaage, punch.] a MESS. A mess, you hear me?

[Ugh! She slams her fist into it one more time, then wrings her hand in pain.]

It's one thing after another here, and I can never win!

[idkmybffsean]

[Joe is free of the handcuffs, free of Jinx and Hancock and feeling a lot better than he was. When he can't cook to settle his mind, Joe likes a good fight. When there's no one to fight, he walks.

Hands in his pockets and a cigarette between his lips, Joe passes the gym and hearing movement inside, sticks his head through the door. Mikaela wasn't who he expected to see. Joe can tell she's angry and thus steps through the door.]

Mikaela? You alright lass?

[chopshopgoddess]

[Joe. It's Joe talking to her, there's no missing that accent. She slams her fist into the bag, cheeks pink from her effort.]

Oh, I'm just fine. Peachy, in fact.

[idkmybffsean]

[Joe approaches, raises his eyebrows in question.]

Y'dont look fine. What's the matter? Someone givin' you trouble?

[He looks a little concerned and stubs out his cigarette.]

[chopshopgoddess]

[Joe that's a horrible idea.]

You could say that.

[The bag is getting harder and rougher punches every step closer he takes.]

[standardpackage]

[Jinx would love to approach.]

Hey there, Sweetheart.

[chopshopgoddess]

[...oh God |D]

...Hey.

[punchpunchpunch]

[standardpackage]

[Jinx pulls out a cigar, leans on the nearest object, and watches.]

Nice moves ya' got there.

[Yes, his ears are, indeed, flicking with every punch.]

[chopshopgoddess]

...Did you need something?

[She's in a bad mood, can you tell?]