<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.peacefuldumpling.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/whip-it-ellen-page-drew-barrymore-3-250x303.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th,11:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Kind of hard to miss the beating of a bag....<br/><hr/><br/>Kitty hadn't planned to head for the gym. After bringing Medusa back to the room, Kitty had gone to bed, only to wake up a short time later and find her new roommate gone. Well, it wasn't that big of a deal....she wasn't Medusa's mother. But the unknown kind of left her wanting to wander around as well. Besides...there was a lot to figure out.<br/><br/>First and foremost, was her relationship with Piotr. Would it really work out, or was she just kidding herself? He had seemed intent on making it work. Inwardly, Kitty hoped so. But of course, she had to wonder...did that mean she needed to discuss with him what had happened between her and Heather? It was something that was weighing on her mind.<br/><br/>Initially, Kitty had intended to head for the Danger Room. At this time of night, it would be a perfect time to work on some coding for a new mission. However, there was noise coming from further down the hall. The one thing about the lower levels...noise seemed to travel. Especially sharp noises like the<em>thwack, smack, crack</em>coming from the gym. Automatically, Kitty knew it was someone beating on the heavy bag. This late at night, though? It was rather strange.<br/><br/>Kitty still wore one of Heathers bracelets...it was something that had caused her a bit of tension. The multi-haired girl had offered ALL of them....all thirty-something. Something about starting new. Kitty hadn't quite understood it, but she had taken half of the bracelets....and now one was on each arm. They seemed to jingle a bit as she made her way down the hall, going from the Control Room to the gym. Peaking her head in, she took immediate note of Rogue. And just looking at her, Kitty couldn't help but wince.<br/><br/>Rogue looked PISSED. Beyond just angry. Kitty supposed it was a good thing she was down here working out. The way she was unloading, it would have raised some eyebrows. For the time being, Kitty wouldn't pry. Instead, she merely walked in, and moved towards the swaying bag. It was heavy, and Kitty was rather impressed how the diminutive woman could just unload on it. Coming up on the other side, Kitty put her hands on either side of the bag, her weight being pressed lightly into it, keeping it steady so that it stopped moving. She remained like that, silent as Rogue worked out her frustrations, and merely let the girl blow up. Seeing as Rogue's hits were midline, Kitty kept her hands lower, not wanting to risk an accidental touch.