WHO: Bobbi Morse and OPEN WHAT: Working out...hard WHEN: Thursday evening WHERE: Anytime Fitness WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Bobbi had been at the gym for several hours now. Unlike most of the supernaturals around here, she was human, and therefore going to the gym wasn't a huge, huge deal. People tended to look at her like she was in shape, sure, but not to think she was some sort of freak. She was just the kind of woman that people wanted as their trainer. She could deal with that. She'd even considered making some extra money on the side as a trainer.
She'd been punching, kicking, running, and lifting for far longer than she should have been, and she knew that she was most definitely going to feel it in the morning. Her muscles were going to be sore, and she'd probably have to rest a few days before getting back out and about. But she needed it now, to soothe her thoughts and her annoyance at still being stuck in this place, after all this time.
Sure, it wasn't the worst place in the world (as she'd been pretty sure that it had been after Nick had left), but she hated feeling so helpless and trapped.
She gave a hard punch to the punching bag, which flew further than it should have, almost hitting someone on the other side. Thankfully, Bobbi was able to stop its momentum in time, and looked at the other person almost sheepishly.