Post by Brooke Kinsey on May 29, 2014 13:35:30 GMT -5
Her fists flew as she took swings at the large bag hanging from the ceiling by chains. She enjoyed the noise of the links clinking when she hit it and always sought to make the noise louder and louder with each hit, the expression on her face becoming more and more concentrated. While Brooke probably wouldn't be kicking the snot out of anyone soon, there was every possibility that someone could sneak up on her and actually deserve a good thumping. One that she was willing to give out. Each time her fist collided with the bag, a small grunt escaped her throat as if it was some great exertion to hit an immobile object.
Her half hour of training was almost over and she knew that if she'd brought her partners, they would've been bored. Sure, there were things for them to do, but neither of them had the patience and were usually begging to leave within ten minutes of arriving and annoyed her to the point where she gave in and took them back to her dorm. In that last 10 minutes, she switch stations and hopped onto a stationary bike, quickly getting the internal wheel to make a satisfactory whirring noise. Once that was achieved, Brooke slowed herself to a reasonable pace for the rest of her session.
Decked out in her sports bra and tiny work-out shorts, the blonde took a seat on a near-by bench and chugged an entire bottle of water.
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(Sorry so short. No pokemon. X3)
