[PRP] Don't Treat Me Like That (Sammy v Jove)

[Miliardo Kason]

Unlife, or Life, however you saw it had given her a lot to think about lately. The additional memories though not her own had left her questioning things lately adding it all onto the things Red had already said making her a royal mess of emotions.

What better way to deal with that then the gym? Her jacket was tucked away in her locker, Sammy instead chose to wear one of her older white shirts, the twin scars still above her hip showing again for once, numerous dog tags rattling and waving around her neck. A pair from Siddie, another from a demon, the one made of Red's old bones, another made with two tokens collected from the horsemen fieldtrip, favors owed to her by Riley and Malodore.

She felt more at ease like this, feeling the tags sway and rattle around her neck as she launched another series of blows at the punching bag. She didn't need to think right now, she could just hit the bag and know that it was completely okay to hit the bag and that didn't make her the good guy, or the bad guy.

Just someone trying to work the stress away.  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove felt like he had been sleeping forever. Ever since that bizarre dream he had, the one with the duplicate Jove holding his hand, the little pup felt like he was still struggling to wake up. Usually his dreams were fleeting, more often than not forgotten by the time he was dressed for the day. But these... The visions mirror-Jove had shown him were so vivid, and they lingered with him. Putting him more out of sorts the longer he dwelled on them.

So instead the pup went for a walk.

When one walks without a destination, with their mind on other things, the feet have a way of taking them down the most commonly followed path. And that was how Jove ended up in the gym, bare foot, wearing his old, simple clothes. Plain trousers, plain shirt, with a pale blue sweater pulled over the top. He looked very much like the same little snot who first arrived at Amityville. Except even then he had worn boots.

When he heard the sounds of activity from the gym, the little ghost tentatively peeked his head in.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sleep and dreams where alien for her, Sammy didn't sleep, at least not often. Sure enough when it happened it often left her disturbed confused and annoyed. Again all the reasons required for her to be here.

When Jove stuck his head in he would hear the distinct sounds of Sammy smashing her fists against the punching bag. The lights where turned down dim, the only light was the purple glow of her burning eyes and the faint flames trailing around her fists.

She wasn't even aware someone else had arrived yet.  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove's own eyes glowed in the dim light, blinking as he regarded the other student. He was reminded of West, the demon always fought with his fists like that, and to great effect. Was this how he always practiced? Punching at a bag in the dark?

The pup padded around the edge of the gym, trying to get a better look at the practicing student. They seemed familiar, but he couldn't put a name to them. It was hard to see their face like this.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Right, right, right, left hook.

The pattern was drilled over and over into the bag as Jove snuck around the room, as if just for him by luck Sammy twisted around suddenly bringing her boot to the bag a bright flame of purple fear following her foot as she smashed the bag sideways, lighting her face for the pup.

The glowing eyes, burnt bone arm, she was clearly the undead girl in the demon dorms that so many first years talked about. Older students didn't notice or care anymore. Most of them knew her personally in some way, but she would always be known as 'that zombie' since no other one lived in the high end demon dorms.

"You going to just keep creeping in the dark?" She finally spoke as she brought her foot back down, catching the bag before stepping around to look at Jove with an eyebrow raised above burning hollowed socket of an eye.  

[Grey Dragon]

Now Jove recognized her. Still not by name, but she had been at the school longer than himself, and he had seen her in classes. And on the occasional 'field trip' that led to such terrible mishaps for the student body. Just another student as messed up as he was, using fighting as a way to feel stronger?

His own eyebrows shot up as she addressed him, but it was followed by all the typical puffing up of an indignant little dog. He wasn't... creeping! He had just been curious, and he practiced here all the time too. Not against ghouls though.

The pup's ears flattened back, and he tried to casually pretend he was looking at something else.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy didn't bother to hide behind the bag at all now, she moved around it, boots thumping dully on the plastic mat as she moved to get a better look at Jove. The best part about her burning eyes of FEAR, the night vision. Jove was bathed in tinted purples for her that stood out clear as day in the dark.

She could see very clearly just how he puffed up at the comment on creeping and it only caused her to grin. "What? Scareon got your tongue? I know you're looking at me and now you aren't. These eyes don't glow for nothing you know."  

[Grey Dragon]

It was definitely too late to pretend he hadn't been watching the ghoul...

Jove's attitude deflated slightly, and he approached her with a slightly embarrassed glow to his cheeks. His feet made no sound, unlike her heavy boots, and he continued to stay silent as he looked at everything except the ghoul. Then he tentatively touched the punching bag, and his head tilted as he finally looked her in the eye. It was a silent question, and the closest thing to asking "What is this?" that the ghoul would get from the pup.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Jove moved closer and Sammy couldn't help but relax a bit, he was a tiny thing, really nothing at all compared to her. He moved silently almost like a ghost, heck, he probably was one which would explain why he was out and about at such an odd hour.

When his hand reached the bag she looked at him as if expecting something, "Well? It's a punching bag, you hit them." Turning to the side she gave the bag a quick back handed fist, nothing to hard but enough to shake the bag a bit.  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove's head tilted the other way. So that was what it was for? He gave it a little push with both hands. It was pretty heavy, if you could beat up on that thing, a hunter wouldn't be a problem. That was probably how West had trained, with one of these punching bags. No wonder he had been able to break ribs.

The pup's tail curled up against his lower back, and he took a step backwards, giving the ghoul plenty of room if she wanted to hit the punching bag again.  

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy watched curiously as Jove moved to push the bag with two hands, it wasn't even a push that implied trying to shove someone away, it was more like a child experimenting with a new toy or something along those lines.

When Jove stepped back Sammy stepped with him, "Oh no, you punch the bag. I've hit the thing all night. Lets go, let's see what you've got. Hit it."  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove looked at the ghoul and his mouth tightened slightly at the corners. It was a very doubtful expression. He didn't know how he felt about this, he had never been very good at hitting things...

The pup examined the bag for a minute before taking a couple steps backwards. He was too self-conscious, he had never really fought anyone with his hands. He had scratched before, but never punched like this. Jove looked down at his feet and crossed his arms in front of him in a hug.  

[Miliardo Kason]

"Oh come on don't make that face at me. It's a punching bag. It's made to be punched." Sammy moved behind Jove, he could back away all he wanted. Sammy wasn't letting him get away so easily.

Once behind him she gave him a light push towards the bag. "Punch. The bag. C'mon it's simple. Just one punch alright? You don't get to stare like that and then back out like a coward."  

[Grey Dragon]

Jove tried to back away, but he wasn't expecting the ghoul to get between himself and his retreat. He didn't care if the bag was made to be punched. Class assignments were made to be completed, but that didn't mean he wanted to work on them when he could also be playing with his foxfires!

The pup stumbled a little when he was pushed, and was about to find another direction for retreat when his honour was suddenly called into question.

Jove bristled up, and he shot the ghoul an almost defiant glare. He was not a coward! He made a little grumbling noise, and gave the bag a punch that about summed up what little skill he had in the area of hand to hand combat. It was weak and pathetic.

Then he whirled around and looked her in the eye as if to say "See, I'm not a coward. Are we done now?"  

[Miliardo Kason]

The glare was met with a smirk as she got Jove to nudge forward. She didn't say anything as his punch rattled the bag like a slap from a child. Instead she simply tsked.

Grabbing Joves shoulder's she turned him around to face the bag. "Terrible."

One hand grabbed his shoulder again the other on the small of his back, push the back, tug the shoulder get him to stand up straight. A booted foot hooked behind one of his own slipping it forward turning him sideways.

Her hands moved again grabbing his wrists lifting them up a bit posing him for a proper punch before guiding his fist forward towards the bag. "Like that you little fluff ball."