The sound of weak "thuds" and "cracks" filled the empty room as June hit the heavy bag that swung from the ceiling.  Her smaller fists were bound with white bandages that protected her knuckles as they folded into the leather over, and over, and over again, intent on giving the sturdy punching bag a run for it's money.  There wasn't a pause in her step as she bounced lightly from toe to toe, flitting around the black bag like a magpie as it swayed and swung in different directions each time she hit it.<br/><br/>Her form was near perfect, a perk of having been taught by a father in the military how to fight at a very young age.  He was a man who tolerated no weakness or vulnerability, especially from his children, and made sure they knew how to defend themselves early on.  He had cold and harsh way of dealing with things, but June was grateful to him for teaching her the things he had.  It was at times like these when she was grateful for those countless hours spent at the gym and the brutal training he had subjected her and siblings to.  It gave her an advantage in this new life as a vigilante, however she obviously still had much to learn.  After all these years, her emotions still seemed to get the better of her, causing her form to be a bit on the sloppy side.  June had a habit of impulsively acting before thinking things through completely, and it was hard for her to bottle up her emotions when all they wanted to do was bubble over and spill out the top.  She would have to get a handle on that, although she seriously wondered if she really ever could..<br/><br/>Such thoughts and wonderings only entered her mind briefly though, as with each time her clenched fist connected with the thick leather material of the punching bag, such worries and stresses slowly began to leave her body.  A light sheen of sweat was already beginning to form along her pale skin as she took her frustrations out on it, blue eyes sharp and focused on what she was doing, when she heard he sound of the bells chiming above the entrance to the humble gym.  At first, she didn't even stop what she was doing to look up and see who it was, or why someone else would be here at this time of night.  Finishing up the last couple rounds of punches, she finally looked up as the stranger spoke, commenting on how she was there when she wasn’t supposed to be.  Her grey-blue orbs flicked over his form curiously, a single eyebrow raising in response to his accusation.  Which was rather hypocritical if one thought about it, considering he was here as well.  He was right though... she wasn’t really supposed to be here at this hour.  But hardly anyone came into the gym anyways, and June couldn’t exactly propel down buildings with vines like Tiger Lily.  She wasn’t stealing anything anyhow, and was simply using the space for a little bit.  There was no harm done.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">“I could tell you the same thing.”</span>A few strands of hair had fallen out of her ponytail in the midst of her late night workout, so she tucked them behind her ear to get them out of the way.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">“I won’t rat you out if you don’t rat me out, though.”</span>Breathing a bit heavier from her workout, June looked over at the man, her lips tugging up into a small smirk.  Her voice was light and easy going, however there was caution and unease in her eyes.  After all, she didn’t know who this guy was, and people didn’t usually just waltz into a place like this, during this time of night.  If she didn’t have her powers, June would be collecting her things and hightailing it out of there, just to be safe.  But since she had that advantage, she wasn’t really worried.  If worse came to worse, she could protect herself no problem.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">“What’s your reason for being here at this time of night, huh?”</span>she asked, turning to face him as she reached one hand out to steady the punching bag.