Anger Management

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Jane didn't have problems managing her anger. She was slightly shy sometimes, and had a tendency to get mad at people, but had gotten very good at holding it in. So now, when she was just angry at the world in general (or rather, a certain goddess who had taken her out of her life and put her in this new one-it had taken ages to get that job, and there was little chance she'd get it back), she took her scythe out to take a few swings at things.

Now she usually went out to shoot things when she was angry, but her guns had been taken away from her, and all she had left was this ancient farming tool that had a strange attraction. It was like how she used her heavy, old guns, from the late 20th century/early 21st, instead of the more precise, more dangerous, lighter, easier guns of her time. Something about the weight in her hand, how she could use it as a club as easily as she could a projectile...

Gripping the shaft firmly in both hands, Jane swung it at the mannequin that she was using as anger relief. Who needed a stress ball when you could just have something like this? Jerking the blade back out, she swung again. The thud that it made was so satisfying...gritting her teeth and setting her lips in a grim smile, she continued to take her anger at the world out on the harmless piece of wood.