That Funny feeling...
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mdc_universeWho: Mindy
What: Things feel funny
When: Evening
Where: Peej's place
Interactions: Peej
Warnings: None
Mindy bounce on the balls of her feet, her knees were bent, heels up, fists pulled in tight. She hopped, fleet-footed to the left, then to the right, forward, forward, back, left, forward, then she punched with all her might.
The punching bag absorbed the hit and she punched again with her left hand, drawing her right one in and tucking it close to the chest. One-two! One-two!
KICK!
Why did she keep losing track of what powers Peej had? It wasn't hard, she was kryptonian, or something, and that had, more or less a very specific set of powers, so why did they keep slipping her mind?
She spun and kicked again, breathing heavily. Strands of brown hair escaped her hair elastic and glued themselves to her sweaty forehead. She had been at this longer than Peej thought a girl her age could manage.
"HUH!" She punched again, feeling the burn of the bag as it rubbed her knuckles even through the wraps. Another roundhouse, left-right, knee, punch, punch, PUNCH!
Midnighter wasn't her father, and she should have known that! She should have been able to sense his abilities, so why didn't she? Was she just wilfully ignorant? Did she miss Big Daddy that much?
She sniffed and told herself it was the sweat that was stinging her eyes.
A hole exploded in the bag where her fist had last touched it and the sand spilled out around her feet, up her ankles and crept into her sneakers. She looked at her hands, knuckles bloody but the wounds already healed, her skin baby smooth.
"Peej?" Her voice was uncharacteristically frail, timid. "I think something's wrong with me..."
What: Things feel funny
When: Evening
Where: Peej's place
Interactions: Peej
Warnings: None
Mindy bounce on the balls of her feet, her knees were bent, heels up, fists pulled in tight. She hopped, fleet-footed to the left, then to the right, forward, forward, back, left, forward, then she punched with all her might.
The punching bag absorbed the hit and she punched again with her left hand, drawing her right one in and tucking it close to the chest. One-two! One-two!
KICK!
Why did she keep losing track of what powers Peej had? It wasn't hard, she was kryptonian, or something, and that had, more or less a very specific set of powers, so why did they keep slipping her mind?
She spun and kicked again, breathing heavily. Strands of brown hair escaped her hair elastic and glued themselves to her sweaty forehead. She had been at this longer than Peej thought a girl her age could manage.
"HUH!" She punched again, feeling the burn of the bag as it rubbed her knuckles even through the wraps. Another roundhouse, left-right, knee, punch, punch, PUNCH!
Midnighter wasn't her father, and she should have known that! She should have been able to sense his abilities, so why didn't she? Was she just wilfully ignorant? Did she miss Big Daddy that much?
She sniffed and told herself it was the sweat that was stinging her eyes.
A hole exploded in the bag where her fist had last touched it and the sand spilled out around her feet, up her ankles and crept into her sneakers. She looked at her hands, knuckles bloody but the wounds already healed, her skin baby smooth.
"Peej?" Her voice was uncharacteristically frail, timid. "I think something's wrong with me..."