Who: Monica Dawson and OTA (though someone who wants to spar would be great) Where: Hyperion Training Room When: During the 11 o'clock news What: Monica needs to let off some steam Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
Monica kicked the punching bag, as if it was her arch rival. She didn't know why the idea of these Lazarus Pits made her so angry, but they did. They made her so angry she felt sick.
She wanted to believe they were good, she really did. Not because she'd hop in, she could handle her powers (as long as she doesn't try to save anyone), but there were others who she knew wanted to be cured. Others in the city that were desperate...
She kicked the punching bag again, spinning into a crouching position as she did so. Using her right arm for balance she kicked up, hitting the bag again.
It seemed to easy to her. Get in a pit, and you're cured. There had to be something wrong with it. Nothing in life came that easily, she knew that, she had experienced it. She had seen it first hand time and time again after Hurricane Katrina. Those people who took the easy way...usually ended up even more broken then before...
Letting out a slight cry, Monica launched both her legs up with all her might at the bag, it was a move that would make the most revered Kung Fu master step back in awe. The punching bag jolted on it's chain and then fell to the floor, Monica fell next to it, and put her hands over her face.