The Salle, Monday Morning

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It was Monday, they were back on-island, and Chuck... was it any surprise that Chuck had gone down to the salle almost immediately? He'd had plenty of gym time on 'vacation', but no time at all to practice his combat skills. Another week of that, and he'd start running the risk of getting rusty.

Which was unacceptable.

This was therefor the second consecutive day he'd gone down to the salle at the crack of dawn, grabbed a bo staff, and assaulted the dummies like it was all he'd ever done in his life. Wasn't good enough - he really needed a sparring partner if he wanted to keep up - but there was something calming and satisfying in getting to release some of this vicious energy again.

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The Gym, Monday night

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Right now, Jessica had pretty much tied up all of the loose ends she had hanging out there. It was weird. Since she was born in a crazy science way, she'd had something really pushing her forward. Staying out of custody, revenge on Roxxon, a grudge match with the Punisher, and now that was all neatly wrapped up, leaving her as a normal high school student with a crazy spy job in another universe.

Okay, maybe not that normal.

And that lack of normalcy was probably why she wasn't taking advantage of not being crazy driven toward something and was instead hitting a punching bag. After all, her world was nuts. It wouldn't be long before she had something else to work toward. She needed to be in condition for that. And this punching bag was giving its life so that she could do that.

Good old punching bag. So brave. So giving.

[OOC: Open for any late night gym people!]