The gym- Saturday afternoon

[solo_sword]

A couple days ago, Jaina had learned that John was dating again. The hurt was still there, and it was largely made worse that the fact that logic kept kicking in and she couldn't be mad about any of it... Well, no, she could be mad at Nancy. That was safe for her. Mostly she just felt bad about all of it.

Then today Jaina found out that the reason she hadn't been able to get a hold of her parents was because of a close call back home. It was her parents and she knew they'd be fine because they were them, but once she'd gotten off the call having heard the story, she headed down to the gym. It'd be nice to have a reprieve. She'd somehow actually gotten used to them, just periods of normalcy in the middle of the insanity that was her life, and now that she didn't get those, things got really close to overwhelming sometimes. Maybe she'd take her grandfather up on Thanksgiving no matter what.

And for now, there'd be doing some training. When she graduated, she might have to get a new one for all the damage she tried to do to this thing.


[Bored and headachy. Play with me.]

Dorm roof - Early afternoon

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There was the slightest of chances Beka's been spoiling the pigeons this week. They'd had to get through without the extra feed for two weeks and Beka swore Shimmer looked more hungry than usual. She crumbled some of the bread from her bag and scattered it in front of her, watching the gathered pigeons launch for it in a flurry of wings and feathers.

"You almost ate the entire bag, you loobies," she chided them. She wiped off the crumbs on her jeans afore she reached out to scratch the sleeping Pounce behind his ear. She had her diary laid open in her lap. She'd at least caught up with everything now, but her reports weren't. Writing about turning into a Terrier was easy, she was certain her Lord would see the humor of it. Twas the part about George Cooper that she couldn't find the words for.

[Open as roofs are.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Okay, true believers, the last time we'd seen our mean green heroine-in-training, she'd been dancing about in her underwear and singing about homicide¹.

This evening, however, she was more clothed and less full of song. Instead, she sat on the couch, stretched out with a pint of Cherry Garcia in hand. The TV was tuned to a rerun of Mythbusters. They were playing diet cola and Mentos. It was putting a smile on her face just as much as the ice cream.

This was how the She-Hulk liked to spend a quiet Saturday night in.

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¹ - Last night, gremlin bite -- Natch!

[ooc: Open post! I'm testing out a more... comics-y narrative.]