Who: Jo Harvelle and Ben Stone Where: Gym then 13th floor (a run afterwards) When: After making a stupid comment on Sam's B-DAY post for Dean What: Punching things. Mini-mental breakdown! You know. Fun stuff. Rating: R for language.
Jo tucked her phone in her back pocket, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hadn't faced down anything in her head since she got here. She'd put it off. Ignored it. Shoved it down and it had boiled over in the worst way possible. She'd lost her grip and it was a bad, bad night to do it. Why ruin Dean's birthday with her own issues? She didn't know what had come over her. She had contemplated telling Sam off - but decided in the end, it wouldn't help any. She decided that locking herself in her room was dumb. Baking wasn't going to help. She didn't have anyone to talk to that would understand and help her sort it out - she wasn't going to lean on Veronica that way if she could help it - and the issue was too close at hand to talk to Sam logically. So she dug the clothes she'd gotten from the store the other week out and pulled it all on. She grabbed a pair of gloves, her hat and a scarf too.
She ran down the stairs instead of taking the elevator, wanting to be moving and not just standing around waiting. She paused to breathe before ducking into the gym. She dropped her coat on the floor with the gloves, hat and scarf and headed right to a punching bag and spent the next twenty minutes beating the snot out of them. As if she could just sort it all out by laying waste to canvas. Not that it was going to happen. She let it all go into the bag - and after a short time she had tears rolling down her cheeks.
She had no idea what was going on with her - she'd NEVER have lost her shit like that before now. Was it dying? Was it grabbing life by the horns and realizing that's not what she needed to do? She had no idea. Her punches got sloppier as she started to let her emotions get to her, and she sunk to the floor, leaning on the wall for a moment. "Hells bells, what is wrong with me?!" she muttered as she laid her head on the wall and took a few deep breathes.
She felt she'd ruined a LOT of things with that one stupid comment. True or not she wasn't being rational and it felt awful. She pulled herself together and dragged her ass up and got a drink of water. She wanted to cool down before going running, it was snowing out and running while sweating was a good way to get a cold. Not that she'd care, but it was worth it to get up and go somewhere else for a few. So she tucked her gloves into her coat, and tied the scarf around her waist and headed up to the 13th floor for a little down time where there were other people.
Joanna jogged up the stairs, light and easy. She wandered onto the floor and walked right to get a glass of juice, her hair was a bit of a mess and her face was red. She had been crying and it didn't leave her looking lovely. She closed her eyes and took a sip of juice, sighing as she reopened them and dropped to sit in a chair. Only then did she look around.