Who: Mandy and Charlie Where: The gym in the complex When: Friday morning Rating: PG Status:
Mandy was trying. It's all she could offer, a try. She was trying not to rip people to shreds. Trying not to bitch right and left about everything. Trying not to let anyone see her mood. Trying not to think of how Jeremy was packing up his flat now, getting ready for the opportunity of a lifetime. Trying not to avoide the world completely until she felt safe from it again.
She was also trying not to feel. Trying to tell herself that maybe it was better this way. Trying to accept that maybe she shouldn't be doing this anymore.
Maybe this was just not for her. Maybe she wasn't cut out for it.
She sighed and put on her equipment, frowning at Charlie, putting herself in the right mindset for training. She knew that Charlie wouldn't go easy on her when most men would be afraid of hurting her because of her small stature, Charlie knew better. They had trained together enough times to be comfortable throwing punchees.
Her eyes fell on her wrist as she pulled her glove on and smirked. She had covered her new tattoo with a bandage for fear of something rubbing on it the first few days, but she was considering taking it off since it looked like it was healing just fine.