<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XyiFtlQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th,11:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde, CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rogue is working off some frustrations. It's not working.<br/><hr/><br/>Rogue paused, her body tensing, when she heard someone else walk into the gym. For the love of God, could she not catch a break today? Every time she had tried to be alone, someone had to bother her. First it was the blonde temptress, Cam. Though the picnic had given her a brief respite from the state her head was it, it hadn't been as permanent as she'd have liked. And now it was...She had to actually look up and see who it was. With any luck it would be something who would know to stay the fuck away.<br/><br/>So, of course, her luck had to give her Kitty. Who not only didn't stay away, but walked over to grab the punching bag and hold it for her, meaning they would have to interact. Fucking. God. Fucking. Damn. Fucking. It.<br/><br/>...In that moment, she cared as little about proper swearing grammar.<br/><br/>"Ah'm..." she started, voice heavy, gruff, and noticeably tight--she was not fine. ...fine. So don' say a thing..." The strong, venting blows continued to pound away into the punching bag. At the moment, she didn't notice the bracelets that Kitty was wearing. With her hands down low, out of Rogue's sight, she spared the two a talk...for now. But the relentless pummeling of the bag only continued a bit longer, before she finally had to take a break, giving the bag a push off, as she turned and stomped away from it. She had a water bottle nearby, which was soon in hand, though when she went to take a drink...nothing. Empty. "Oh, fer the love of...!" she scowled, and chucked the bottle to the side, before running her hands through her hair. Finally, she looked back at Kitty.<br/><br/>"What d'you want?" she snapped.