Training Gym - Brotherhood Headquarters - Staten Island

This gym is considerably smaller than the main one. Its floor and the bottom half of its walls are completely covered with blue gym mats that provide protection from painful bumps and bruises. There is a small store room which holds specialized training equipment, but mostly those in training just go in against each other here.

There are also large hooks hanging from the ceiling from which punching bags or tackling dummies can be mounted. Foldable gymnastics equipment can find barely enough room to be set up here, but it is provided nonetheless. On the door there is a timetable grid which residents can use to schedule themselves some time in here, though as is noted on the sign, open slots are available on a first come, first served basis.

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For not the first time this week the sound of a punching bag being pummelled can be heard coming from the training gym. Fox is in here again, as he has been for the past few nights, training with great vigour and enthusiasm. He has a reason to train again, and isn't going to sit around idly and do nothing.
 
He is dressed in training clothing...basically black shorts and nothing else. His sneakers are laying just outside the door. He no longer dons bandaging around his waist, since his ribs stopped hurting him a couple of days ago. They may not have been as damaged as he had originally thought, but he had taken things easy for a while as a precaution.
 
Fox stops kicking the object for a few moments, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He had looked around the basement for the entrance to the underground training areas, but he had found nothing. He frowns, looking around the room. He'd like to do some training with his powers, but he'd rather not do so in this room. Marrow had mentioned that she did all of her destructive training underground, but he just couldn't find that section of the compound yet.

Rogue isn't here for training right now - she's just making the rounds. After observing a really rather disturbing game of powers-allowed tag, she finds herself peeking into the training gym at the sound of someone working out in there. Recognizing the someone and hence a little bit curious, she slips inside the door to take up a spot leaning against the wall beside it, not immediately visible from the hall. She doesn't say anything immediately, not wanting to interrupt his session - though she's certainly not hiding either.

Pietro hums a little tune, muttering a word or two of whatever song he seems to have stuck in his head as he trots down the stairs and toward the training gym. He too is clad in his work out gear -- a little more than Fox's ensemble, he wears a white tank top and some loose-fitting shorts -- with a small towel slung over one shoulder. Apparently he's unaware that the room is occupied, let alone by two people, despite the sounds of punching bag abuse that had been issuing from inside; he slips into the room with much less stealth than Rogue had used, more or less throwing the door open and tossing his towel toward the wall -- inadvertently at the little area that Rogue has posted up at -- before noticing Fox. "The hell are you doin' here?" is his greeting, not exactly unkind but certainly... surprised.

Fox sighs and grabs hold of his left shoulder, rolling his arm a bit to stretch out his muscles. He returns to an attack stance and prepares to strike the punching bag before he senses that he is being watched. He turns his head slightly with a mildly perplexed expression and gives a slight start as he sees Rogue leaning against the wall. He smiles at her and rubs the back of her head. "Blimey, didn't hear ya come in there, miss." At that moment Pietro burst into the room and gives Fox another start, although this time he remains a little on edge. "Uh...Hey there, Sid." He hopes that Pietro isn't still angry about the fact that he was so rude last week. "Uhhh...Well I...Er...I joined the Brotherhood." He nods. "Marrow signed me up a few days 'go." He nods again. Marrow had told him that Pietro and Rogue were in the Brotherhood, but he had not seen them yet since he'd moved in about five days ago.

Rogue is just about to respond to Fox when she catches a faceful of Pietro's towel. Sputtering silently, she yanks it quickly off her head and tosses it right back at him. "You sure do know how to make an entrance," she notes dryly without moving from her post. She glances back at Fox and tosses off a little salute in greeting. "Don't mind me. As you can see, ain't many 'round here who do. Ah'm just passin' through. Least if you two are gonna brawl again, this is the sorta place to do it. /Sid/." Oh yeah, she heard about that. She straightens up, but lingers near the door still.

Awkwaaaard. That's Pietro's overall take of the current situation, between Fox's edginess and Rogue's obvious knowledge of last's week's little tussle and his new alias. He shrugs it off though, glancing between the other two and catching his towel as it's tossed back at him. Apparently unperturbed by or just unaware of the fact that he pretty much threw it in her face, he slings the cloth back over his shoulder again. "Oh. Well, good," he offers to Fox. "Run into you in an alley one day, the headquarters the next. 'S a small world, I guess... And who says we're gonna brawl?" That last bit is directed to Rogue, of course. "Again," he amends a moment later. "And how the fuck did you hear about that, anyway?" He's not exactly apologetic but his tone seems to indicate that he suspects he may be in for an earful.

Fox slowly looks over toward Rogue, though still has the main frame of his body facing toward Pietro. He lowers his head slightly in a submissive sort of posture. He really doesn't want to look threatening to Pietro...Especially in a place where he'd have to defend himself without powers. He opens his mouth to speak to Rogue, but he's not really quite sure how to respond to what she just said. Is she kidding? Is she spiteful? He decides just not to say anything and closes his mouth again, giving her a half smile. He turns back to Pietro smiling and straightening up as he seems non-chalant about the whole situation, offering a quick "Right-o" in response to the circumstances of their last meeting. He returns to his slightly worried pose as he questions where Rogue heard about their fight. "Um..." He decides to change the subject. "So, Rogue, did you get that thing I sent you?"

"Never you mind how Ah found out. Ah got my ways," Rogue just states smoothly to Pietro's question as she gives him a withering look. "Next time maybe you'll remember that 'fore you go gettin' in fights in public, damn fool." Oddly, none of this seems to be aimed at Fox. He's pardoned from the same crime that Pietro's going to hang for. Funny that. She looks back to Fox, nodding her head. "The note? Yeah, Ah saw that," she replies, which might explain why she wasn't quite so surprised to run into him here. "You wanna fix shit up 'round here, you knock yourself out. Ah think they got a cooler on the fritz in the kitchen maybe." She shrugs her shoulders, not exactly certain, since the kitchen really isn't something she pays much attention to, beyond the eating of their food.

For his part Pietro doesn't seem especially aggressive -- no more so than usual, anyway. Though that's not to say he isn't objecting to Fox's submissive posturing. In contrast, he just keeps his chin up and his stance casual. No, he's not feeling particularly threatened. Not by the new recruit, anyway. "Wasn't like I was /plannin'/ on gettin' into a fight in the first place," he informs Rogue matter-of-factly. "And it wasn't exactly public either since it was in the middle of a empty alley." Empty save for the two of them, anyway. Not that any of this really excuses her point, of course. "But, y'know, whatever babe." Despite his dismissal of the subject he doesn't seem to have really left it behind and it's more out of distraction than anything else that he glances back to Fox now. "What note? Suddenly I'm the only one who doesn't know what's goin' on around here..."

Fox tilts his head slightly at the way the two interact, standing tall once more. He watches the two banter for a moment before cracking a grin. Either these two were brother and sister, or they were married. He quirks an eyebrow at Pietro, no longer worried about being attacked. "Um...I left Rogue a note that I had a bit of mechanical skill. Marrow told me to contact her about it." He chuckles "An' I didnt see a Sid on the room listery-doo up there." He nods upward. "'else I wouldv'e left you a note, too, mate." He pretends to write on a piece of paper "Dear Sid, thanks fer fuckin' me up. Love Fox." He chuckles before nodding to Rogue. "Righ'. The kitchen? Is that on the first floor?" He hadn't really looked around the first floor much, and he'd been living off a stash of bread and vegemite in his room, so he hadn't had the need to hunt down the kitchen yet. "I'll go take a look at that tomorrow."

"Good thing it's such a small city then, so's the chance of someone walkin' in on you there is slim," Rogue replies sarcastically, rolling her eyes at Pietro. "And you /never/ plan these things. That's supposed to make me feel better?" She gives a derisive snort to that before looking back at Fox, though she continues speaking to Pietro a moment more, to offer a pointed: "Since when do Ah gotta run field leader business by you?" Now. She's going to try really hard to be professional, despite the ass. "First floor, yeah. Off the cafeteria. You can't miss it. Just follow 'Sid' here at... Well, pretty much any time he ain't out pickin' fights." She glances over at Pietro, her eyebrows quirking upwards just a bit, before she nods to them both. "Now, you boys play nice, Ah gotta run along and take care of some shit. Welcome to the Brotherhood," is added for Fox's benefit. "You need anything, you know where to find me."

"And I'd do it again in a fuckin' second if you call me a kid again," Pietro shoots back to Fox's pantomimed love note, though there's a bit of a laugh with that so it's clear he's not taking any of it seriously. "Just, uh, forget the 'Sid' thing," he advises, starting to feel a little awkward again. With a vague gesture of his hand he adds, "That's for out there.'S Pietro around here... And what-the-fuck?" Once again he switches conversations, back to Rogue at breakneck speeds. "I didn't say you had to run anything by... Just... Whatever. Forget it." Of course it's still all too obvious that he isn't 'forgetting it' anytime soon. He just wants to stop talking about it -- which seems to work out since Rogue is excusing herself. He arches his eyebrows to match hers, fighting down a somewhat sour face to give her sort of farewell nod.

Fox gives Pietro a supportive look as he's berated by Rogue, but looks back to her as she takes her leave. "Right. Thanks allot Rogue, see ya 'round" he calls out to her. He looks back to the boy "Right, Pietro, then. " He nods. He'd already introduced himself as Fox, and assumes Pietro remembers it. "So...no hard feelings?" Fox realizes that it's slightly strange for him to be asking this, considering that Fox was the one to have come out of the scrap with bruises and bandages.

Pietro watches Rogue go, dwelling on the empty doorway for the briefest of seconds before turning back to Fox and rolling his eyes skyward. "/Christ/," he sighs. "Dunno what that was about." Even if he really does. "Hard feelings about what? Me beating the shit out of you? Uh... Nah, not 's far's I'm concerned." If the weirdness registers with him he doesn't show it. "You?"

Fox laughs. "Ah no, I don't mind at all. Seem to be all tip top again anyway." He watches the hall for a few moments, making sure Rogue has really left before saying "By the way, mate, if I were you, I totally would have beaten me up, too." He gives him a knowing nod. "So...Anyway." He looks around the room. "I hear that there's a bigger room than this. One specifically for trainin' with powers an' such? Marrow mentioned it a few days back. And I'd rather not scuff the hell outa this place if I can help it." He looks back to Pietro "Um...Can't seem to find it. You wouldn't happen to know where that is, do you?"

"Well... 'S good t' know," Pietro replies with a laugh, not that he had any doubts about being in the right in beating him up before. But now that they can laugh about it. He echoes Fox's glance back to the hall but since Rogue doesn't seem to have snuck back up on the pair he just continues on. "And 'course I know where it is. C'mon." With that he turns toward the door, gesturing for the recruit to follow. "Marrow told you about it but didn't show you where t' go, eh?"

Fox nods and heads toward the door, slipping on his super-cool velcro sneakers. "Well, she told me where it was, but it was a bit late when we got in." He looks around the room and heads back in, grabbing a black tank-top he'd tossed haphazardly in the corner. He heads back toward the door again, tossing the shirt over his shoulder. "And...Well I haven't really had a chance to explore much on me own. Worked a bit on my uniform and moved me junk in." He shrugs. "Just figured I'd ask about it rather than end up poking around somewhere I shouldn't." He's used to military life, in which poking around certain areas is met with strict disciplinary action.

As Fox ducks in and out of the room for his shirt Pietro opts to just wait for him in the hall, leaning up with his back against an adjacent wall. "Already workin' on your uniform? Nice," he comments when it seems they're ready to move on, straightening and heading for the stairs up. "I like that you're gettin' a running start on shit, anyway. And yeah, probably best that you asked first. You don't haveta worry /too/ much about wanderin' around this dump, but still. Anyway, 's kinduva bitch to find without someone showin' you where it is. Which is pretty much the point, of course."

Fox follows Pietro as he walks toward the stairs. "Ah, I kind of assumed that it would be hard to find. Marrow said somethin' about the underground trolly and whatnot ." He looks at the stairs with a bit of confusion. "And you apparently don't get to it from the basement...so...I guess that's why I couldn't find it before." He continues to follow. "Yeah, about the uniform. I actually have it just about done. Just have to tweak the mask a bit. Isn't doing quite what I want it to do, anyway." He trails Pietro through the compound.

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