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[dancewithadevil]

WHO: Lauren, Veronica, & anyone else! (Open)
WHERE: Level 4 - Gym
WHY: Blowing off some steam
WARNINGS: None as of yet, unless you count the expert snarking of the blonde spy team.

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[petite_sleuth]

"If you break your knuckles, I'm not bringing you any chicken noodle soup."

Veronica approached her inmate slowly, having watched the other blonde beat up a bag of sand for a couple minutes before she decided to make her presence known. It'd been about a week since she was assigned to the girl and they hadn't talked since then. Not that that fact really bothered the warden, Veronica had the feeling that Lauren was gong to be a thorn in her side every chance that she got. But she supposed she should at least attempt to correct her inmate's internal moral compass.

She liked the Inspector better. He was like her own little grumpy dwarf.

"But I'm here now, so you can go on and cry on my shoulder all you want," Veronica said in the best mothering voice that she could manage. Something was bothering Lauren if she was using a punching bag without any gloves. She just didn't care to ask like a normal person would.

[dancewithadevil]

Lauren had been aware of someone entering the gym, but for the most part, didn't bother to observe who it was. And when the person finally spoke, it wasn't recognizable, and she was forced to switch her focus away from the attack on the bag and glance over. "I appreciate the warning," she said dryly, albeit a bit out of breath.

Placing her hands on either side of the punching bag and waiting for it to steady, Lauren then turned to actually fully see her warden in person. So far, she'd only had the utmost pleasure of speaking to her through the journal system. Well, she was also blonde... and possibly part hobbit

[petite_sleuth]

Veronica lifted one shoulder in a shrug, smiling in an innocent sort of way that was bragging at the same time. Her attempt to care was pretty poor, she knew but she wasn't good at caring about people that she didn't know or from what little she knew of them, she didn't like.

Unless she was getting paid. She would help a lot of annoying people if they paid her.

"I guess that means you're going to pass on whining over a tub of ice cream too," Veronica said, crossing her arms over her chest and sighing. "Which is good, cause all I've got is some fat-free crap."

[dancewithadevil]

Lauren never really was the type to pine or become emo over a problem, even as a teenager. Sure, everyone goes through dating complete assholes who you end up regretting every meeting, but the 'crying over an entire tub of ice cream' never really fit her style. Probably because she was far too busy exacting revenge on said assholes. Whatever the issue was, she simply learned to work over it, hold them in.

So they were on the same page, it seemed. Didn't know much about the other, and disliked what they did. Brilliant.

"I'm afraid so," she answered once she swallowed a huge gulp of cold water, setting the open bottle back down and flexing her reddened fist carefully, cringing just slightly at the ache. "If you came here expecting any sort of venting of emotions, I'm afraid you will have a long duration of waiting."