WHO: Marlena and Mya WHAT: Doing a little exploring WHERE: Gym WHEN: October 8, 2019; early evening RATING:: TBD
There weren’t many places at Sing Sing that Marlena hadn’t wandered through already today. The armory (because they had it all locked up), the supply room and the infirmary were a few that she’d passed over on her self-tour of the prison grounds. She had also taken Tallis’ words into advisement and was keeping under the radar, making nice if given the opportunity and not giving anyone a reason to suspect her of anything. So far though she hadn’t had much interaction, at least not face to face.
She didn’t want to screw this plan over. It was the best thing she’d heard about since before trying to get out of the government safehouses on her own.
If she could help it, she wasn’t going to go back to squatting in buildings either. Sure, the prison cells might not be spacious, but the beds were comfortable enough, the running water was nothing to take for granted, and if everything worked out the way it should, she wouldn’t be sleeping in a cell forever.
One of the nicer, converted offices would be nice. Really, really nice. But she was patient enough to wait.
After making a circuit of the grounds she found herself at the doors of the gym and stepped inside. It didn’t look anything like her dad’s place in California, aside from the equipment. Most of it didn’t look like it had even originally lived in the room. Probably pulled in from the yard, if Marlena had to make a guess. Except for maybe the sparring ring. That she could see having already been in the gym, but even it didn’t look like it completely belonged.
But what did honestly belong any more? It was all a case of ‘making things work’ nowadays.
The ring made her nostalgic, though she wasn’t usually. It had been years since she’d been in one, so the itch that she felt under her skin to get inside and go a few rounds was a little unexpected, and it really was too bad that there wasn’t anyone to spar with. She wasn’t fool enough to get in the ring with any of her current crew. Dom was too much of a hothead, Tallis, though she wasn’t for sure, could probably kick her ass, and Lexi just wouldn’t be enough of a challenge. There was also the simple fact that she didn’t want to give off the impression that they were too interconnected; it wouldn’t look good. Would make getting in with the people around here that much more difficult.
Letting her eyes slide from the ring, she noticed that there was also a beat up looking punching bag hung up. At least that she could use without needing a partner, though she didn’t have any wraps on her. But a quick set of punches wasn’t going to do much to her knuckles. If anything it would just calm the itch under her skin a little. Let her move on from it. Focus on other things. More important things.
Rolling her shoulders with a small smile, she crossed the room to the bag and squared up her stance; her father’s words echoing in her brain even years later. Her first punch wasn’t as fluid as it should be. She was out of practice. But there was no one here to judge her form, not that she could see, and the next two weren’t quite so rusty.