Pissed off, and Venting (Open)

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

Ace was pissed, he threw a punch at the hanging punching bag. His fist collided squarely with it and the bag swung back a little. Why was he mad? Well it was just one of those days, where someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed and then just spread the misery around. He was just frustrated at nothing, or maybe he was just stressed. His grades had been slipping, and he got lectured about it from his mom. His loving mom, god damn why did the school have to send his grades to them. And not only that but he's just been feeling particularly lazy this whole week, pissed too. He still didn't understand why, maybe he was just too stressed. He needed to vent. Hell he might even need a cig. Yea that's right, Ace used to smoke, not a lot, but his first two years here he had smoked a cig every other day. He quit cause it was just a bad habit, though on occasion he did smoke when he was severely pissed off.

His left fist swung at the bag and collided with it. Where was he? Well he was in some empty class room. He had a punching bag stand on wheels, and he hated taking it out of his room, but his roommates where being particularly annoying. Sometimes he just needed to get away from the other water kids. Maybe right now he could talk to some thunder kid, vent it on him or her. He kept punching the bag, he didn't have any boxing tape wrapped around his fingers, nor did he have his practice gloves on. Nope instead he was bare knuckle brawling this bag. He could feel the pain in his hand as it was beaten raw. But he didn't care, he needed to unleash this annoyance this pissed off feeling inside of him. He didn't hear anything, just his punches hitting the bag, he didn't feel anything, just the contact of skin and bag. He wasn't paying any attention, sweat dripped down his brow, he'd been at this for an hour now. His fists were as red as roses and there was a bit of blood from some split skin. He paused and sat down, he needed a break, he needed some water.

Leo sat down in one of the chairs that was left in this empty classroom. He took a sip from a bottle he left next to the chair, and stared at the punching bag. It was sort of like one of those basketball nets that had wheels on the base so that you could push it around. This was something like that, it was light and easy to maneuver, and most of all it fit in the room. He looked down at his knuckles and not wanting them to get dirty or anything he poured the cool water on his fist and gave a sigh as it gently eased away some pain. Looking down at the puddle he made he sighed again, and using some energy he picked up the puddle and flung it out the window. Ace leaned back, his hands gripping the end of the armrest, and he stared at the door, as if hoping someone with a cigarette would come in, and let him have one. The pissed off feeling inside of him still wasn't gone.

[julietheart]

It was one of those days. Everyone seemed to be irritated and Jules had had another fight with her roommate. Whoever thought it was a good idea to assign her to live with the snobby bitch was a real winner. If it wasn't one thing it was the other with this girl. She was OCD and truly insane and Jules just needed to get out. The moment she left the room she already started to feel better. Able to breathe again.

She headed out of the dorms and into the academic building hoping to find a quiet place to sit and write her weekly letter to her grandfather. She'd missed the week before after she bruised her ribs... Normally she'd go outside, but the weather wasn't nice today. It was cold and raining for the third day straight, forcing the girl to stay inside.

Jules headed down the halls looking for an empty classroom or perhaps a familiar face to sit with. It'd be nice to have some social interaction with someone who wasn't her roommate. Plus, she was ready to drop her own bitching for a little while. As she went down the halls she heard a sound. It was odd, as if someone was in a fight, punching? Bit not a fight. It was almost rhythmic. She followed it all the way to the end where she saw Ace threw the window.

It'd been a while since she saw Ace outside of class. She regretted that. Like her, he was water and she got along with him well. She'd just been busy. She frowned. She really needed to stop isolating herself.

She knocked as she opened the door, putting on a smile. "Hey stranger." She said sensing some hostility between Ace in the bag. It seemed as if he was taking out aggression on the bag rather then just warming up or practicing or whatever boys did. "What'd that bag ever do to you?" She asked trying to lighten the mood.

[AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE]

Ace looked up and gave a half grin, half smirk at the girl, "Well here's a face I don't mind seeing," he said in a semi flirtatious way. Ace waved her question away with his hand, "Nothing, he just called me an annoying idiot, that's all." He said giving the bag a roll of his eyes. The red bag gently slowed it's swaying in response, though it was just a lucky coincidence.

He unconsciously cracked his knuckles and winced as he felt his hand against the raw skin. He really started to regret not having at least the boxing tape on. Ignoring his injured hands, he looked up at Jules "Haven't seen you around in a while Capulet," He said speaking his little nickname for her. Yea sure it was a little lame, but it was a spur of the moment thing. He rested his head on his palm looking up at her. Jules was pretty, but not really his type. He flirted around with her a few times, innocently of course, nothing serious. But he wasn't really interested in Water girls, they were more like family than potential girl friends.

The anger of course was still there, but it was taking a short break, maybe talking to a friend of his would be better than any drug the world could come up with. He glanced at the bag and then back to her, "Want to try a few punches on it?" He asked standing up. Then he walked over too his bag and pulled out a roll of boxing tape. He had it with him all the time, but he didn't put it on today, well because he didn't want too. It was stupid but hey, this was Ace. What else would he do, he didn't have the time or patience to put the sticky tape on. If she wanted to throw a few punches at the bag without the protection, well sure he'd let her, but if she wanted to throw more, he'd stop her and make her at least put on the tape. Sometimes boxing without any protection for to long, well it hurt your knuckles.