Just because I'm a redhead doesn't mean I have a fiery personality... or does it

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

What a complete asshole...

[Meryl was storming down the hallway, still fuming after her run in with the male EVA. He really got under her skin- and not in the way he would have liked, most likely. Men like that... ugh.]

[Finally Meryl came to her destination: a gym. This was a good way to work off some aggression. Not much later, the redhead could be seen punching the hell out of a punching bag.]

[((I don't know. RANDOM POST. Post doing your own thing in the gym or talk to Meryl))]

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[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[It existed, that's what it did.]

[After ten more minutes of beating the hell out of the punching bag, Meryl decided to run on the treadmill, still not opening conversation between the other girl.]

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

[Well, Emma felt like an underachiever watching the red-head run like that. Also to note, she couldn't help but notice the way her...assets bounced with each step. Not that she was staring or anything...]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[Meryl just keeps running, scowling as she did so. After awhile she grew aware of the other girl's glances.]

...What?

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

Uh... N-nothing! I was just...wondering why you were mad. I felt bad for the punching bag.

[Which was technically true. Emma kept walking at a brisk pace, working up a fine layer of sweat. She reached for the bottle of water she had brought with her and took a sip.]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

I'm mad-

[Her words came out as she panted, still running on the treadmill.]

Because some men are unbelievable assholes.

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

[Emma's had run-ins with men of that sort herself, so she nodded in agreement.]

There's always punching them in the face. [Not that she had the strength to do so.]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[She shook her head.]

That's too good for him.

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

Kick them down below?

[She smirked at her wickedness.]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

That might work.

[Meryl might have smirked a little... it might be hard to tell though.]

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

If he keeps it up, you can opt for steel capped boots.

[Or was that overkill...?]

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

[Never overkill.]

Perhaps I should start wearing those, then.

[Finally she slowed down, not as pissed off as before thanks to working off that energy, and Emma's suggestions helped lighten her mood too.]

What's your name?

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

[Sweet. She'll take that advice to heart for her own guy troubles.]

Might get a little heavy, though.

[Maintaining her power-walking, Emma smiled at the red-head.]

I'm Emma Emmerich. [The teen extended her hand in greeting.] What's yours?

[foxhoundfangirl.livejournal.com]

Won't be anything I can't handle.

[Meryl stopped momentarily, stepping on the side of the treadmill and taking the other woman's hand.]

Emmeerich. I feel like I know that name.

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

As long as you won't get hurt.

[She shook the woman's hand twice, then let go.]

You've probably met my brother or my stepfather. Hal and Huey?