(open to all. tag wraith and anyone she hadn't spoken to in a while)
It was very safe to say X23 was incredibly bored. She didn't normally go to the gym for anything. Not that she couldn't use the extra training. She would rather keep her mind occupied with other things and she'd discovered she actually enjoyed talking to other people on the team and not just Wade even though he was her favorite person. Her conversations with Domino, with Logan, with almost everyone, really. She enjoyed them all.
But, she didn't feel much like seeking out a conversation today. Not really. She'd been kicked out of her room the night prior. Victor had come to pay his woman a visit and Laura had pretty much fled the scene. So many mental images that she could do without. What Emma saw in Victor, she'd never know and nor was she about to ask.
Laura was now at the large punching bag, abusing the thing to get her frustration out. Emma could spend the night with her man but she couldn't? That was fucked up. Unfair. She hated it. At one point, Laura almost pictured Victors smug face on the side of the bag and she swung her fist at it, unaware that she'd popped claws until the metal had pierced the thick fabric of the punching bag. Sand poured out and, wide eyed with sudden panic, Laura retracted her claws and put her hands over the damage.
Because that was gonna work. No, sand escaped anyway, piling on the floor and around Laura's bare feet slowly but surely.
And poor Laura looked very much so like she was very very embarrassed at what she'd done.
(ooc: that's totally the perfect icon to use there, too.)
But, she didn't feel much like seeking out a conversation today. Not really. She'd been kicked out of her room the night prior. Victor had come to pay his woman a visit and Laura had pretty much fled the scene. So many mental images that she could do without. What Emma saw in Victor, she'd never know and nor was she about to ask.
Laura was now at the large punching bag, abusing the thing to get her frustration out. Emma could spend the night with her man but she couldn't? That was fucked up. Unfair. She hated it. At one point, Laura almost pictured Victors smug face on the side of the bag and she swung her fist at it, unaware that she'd popped claws until the metal had pierced the thick fabric of the punching bag. Sand poured out and, wide eyed with sudden panic, Laura retracted her claws and put her hands over the damage.
Because that was gonna work. No, sand escaped anyway, piling on the floor and around Laura's bare feet slowly but surely.
And poor Laura looked very much so like she was very very embarrassed at what she'd done.
(ooc: that's totally the perfect icon to use there, too.)