Who: Leela and Phoebe What: Leela beating up a punching bag in an attempt to bury/ignore her emotions When: Saturday evening Where: The complex gym Rating: TBA Status: In progress
Leela had spent the past few days in her apartment without leaving. If it hadn't been for K-9 bringing her food, she wouldn't have even eaten anything. But she was now starting to get restless and with the war of emotions she was having within, she needed an outlet for them before she drove herself crazy. She hated this flux of emotions, hated the fact that Romana had told her everything right after arriving in such an alien world that she didn't understand. Yet at the same time she was glad that Romana did tell her. It only served to help her be more open to this new Romana. She longed to have her friend back, not the War Queen.
But in some moments due to her conflicting and raging emotions, she hated Romana, in others she understood her. She was in mourning for her lost Andred, even though most people might think she shouldn't be. After all, she'd divorced him. But that didn't mean she had stopped loving him. She still did, but she couldn't stay with him after what he'd done. It had nearly killed her when she believed he was dead, but then to find out he'd faked his death, in essence he'd lied to her, she couldn't stay with him knowing that. Perhaps she was too proud, too set in her ways. Even though he'd had a good reason, she still thought he could have told her before, let her know he wasn't really dead.
Not that it really mattered anymore considering he was dead anyways. Dead by Romana's hand, though it had been guided by Pandora.
Leela had had enough of sitting there. K-9 had informed her there was a gym on the ground level, and she made her way down to it. As always, she was dressed in her animal skins, her trusty knife hanging in its sheath at her hip. She found the gym and stepped into it, looking around and not finding anyone else around. She went over to the punching bag and touched it, feeling the padding. It was soft enough to hit and not be injured. Leela would rather be one to fight actual people, but she had to make do with what she had. She started punching the bag, starting off slowly, but quickly enough her emotions began to fuel her intensity and she started punching and kicking the punching bag, showing it absolutely no mercy. With each hit, she let out a grunt, which also increased in volume. She started taking out her emotional turmoil on the poor, unsuspecting punching bag.
She did still have many questions that needed to be answered, but she wasn't really in the mood to ask. Instead, she just wanted to beat something up until she felt better. And with that as her goal, she'd be beating the punching bag until either it surrendered or someone physically pulled her away from it.