The gym, Friday night
There's a lot of avoiding going on, so Aeryn hasn't even set foot in her normal places yet. Friday night people are usually doing something else, so that's when she heads down to the gym.
Putting on her gloves, she approaches the bag with a few punches, short and to the point, and while it's not the best thing to be doing with an injury, it's this or sit in her room and be emo. And Aeryn's deciding emo's just not worth her time. The punches come faster and harder, adding the occasional kick just for a change of pace. She's not visualizing a face on the bag. It's just a bag, and she can beat on it without having to feel guilty or bad about it, and it's nice to hit something that can't hit back.
When she's finished, she's sweating and there's a definite pain factor, but whatever. It's better than it was.
She puts the gloves back in her locker, and leaves the gym.
Putting on her gloves, she approaches the bag with a few punches, short and to the point, and while it's not the best thing to be doing with an injury, it's this or sit in her room and be emo. And Aeryn's deciding emo's just not worth her time. The punches come faster and harder, adding the occasional kick just for a change of pace. She's not visualizing a face on the bag. It's just a bag, and she can beat on it without having to feel guilty or bad about it, and it's nice to hit something that can't hit back.
When she's finished, she's sweating and there's a definite pain factor, but whatever. It's better than it was.
She puts the gloves back in her locker, and leaves the gym.