≈ Twenty Three [open commentlog]
[If one were to head into the Gym late this night? They'd find a small blonde haired little girl wailing on one of the heavy punching bags. It's not that surprising, right.
Except the fact that the girl is Roll, in a t-shirt and shorts with her hair down (Because people on this boat don't recognize her with it down), hitting that bag like there's no tomorrow. She not paying attention to her surroundings either, way too focused on what she's doing.
Which is punching, and maybe a kick or two, why?
Because this was a way more productive way to vent her frustration at various things out of her control. So bother her, or try to stop her. You know you wanna.]
Except the fact that the girl is Roll, in a t-shirt and shorts with her hair down (Because people on this boat don't recognize her with it down), hitting that bag like there's no tomorrow. She not paying attention to her surroundings either, way too focused on what she's doing.
Which is punching, and maybe a kick or two, why?
Because this was a way more productive way to vent her frustration at various things out of her control. So bother her, or try to stop her. You know you wanna.]