|Hedy Larson (hedymachete) wrote in yegods,|
@ 2012-07-08 13:58:00
|Entry tags:||!log, #npc:ares, hedy larson|
WHO Hedy Larson and Ares
WHERE A small gym in East Harlem
WHEN June 8th, afternoon
SUMMARY Not one to ever follow the pack, Ares meets up with his daughter a bit later than the other gods.
Her best shoes were cast off alongside the wall of the small, dank gym that one of her teammates recommended. It wasn't the cleanest place, but several punching bags hung around her and well-kept exercise machines were sprawled all over, looking out of place in the musty room. Best of all, it was empty. On a hot Sunday in New York most wouldn't dare dream of working up a sweat, especially with all the heat warnings in effect. Most people, however, weren't Hedy, daughter of Ares.
Hedy was stripped down the the minimal clothes since there was no one in sight. She pulled on the edge of her sports bra, wishing desperately for cooler air. An old fan pointed in her general direction, giving her little relief from the heat. Wiping off the sweat of her brow with the back of her hand, she gasped for more air after going on a frenzied rampage on the red punching bag in front of her. Every day for the past week she has fought somebody, not even in fights she instigated. On Thursday she got into a fight with a fellow teammate during scrimmage, and on Friday a bodybuilder decided that Hedy looked at him wrong and punched her in the face. Luckily, others intervened before it got too ugly, but Hedy knew that eventually someone would decide to fight her private; in that situation, she wouldn't be able to stop herself. Hoping to exhaust her body, Hedy once again began hitting the bag, this time with her feet and knees, alternating between the two.
She suddenly slipped a bit, her socks causing her to slip on the gym mats. Hedy scowled a bit, not wanting to touch them with her bare feet. I can't keep doing this in socks, though. Hedy mentally admitted before slipping off one sock and gingerly putting it on the floor. Shower right after this. After removing the next one, Hedy threw her socks aside next to her shoes before pausing to take a long swig of bottled water. To be alone was fantastic. To grunt, to scream, to cuss, to laugh in peace was just what Hedy needed.