Faith Lehane (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} slayersocialwrk) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} expresslogs,@ 2012-04-01 22:38:00 |
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Where: The caboose! (Now serving as a gym for this post)
When: Late Tonight, after Parker's post
Rating: TBD
Status: Open!
She was still feeling restless and had no desire to go back to the room she shared with Guy, at the moment, and had frankly been glad he'd left while she was in the shower. Roaming the halls of the cars, she made her way towards end of the train, still having the desire to punch something. Faith had barely come down from the high of the fight against the First, that she now needed some way to let off the energy.
Pushing open the door of the final car, she stopped in the doorway, head tilting, then smiled slowly. It was a perfect gym - and not the froo froo kind with a juice bar. No, this gym had a boxing ring in the middle, a few punching bags handing on one side, and some mats on another side where some sparring could easily be done as well. In the back was a pool that she could see would let someone do some laps if they wanted - and she just might after working out some. Heading straight for the furthest punching bag, she paused by a small table that held gloves, cloth, and chalk, then shrugged and ignored it. Balling up her fists, she began a steady rhythm against the bag, occasionally altering between kicking as well. This was almost as good as back in the day, training at Diana's, and she could almost imagine the British woman standing off to one side, offering critiques of her combinations. Slowly a smile grew on her face as she started to really get into it, glad she'd found this place.