The Park, Wednesday morning
As tired as she'd been yesterday, Meg didn't sleep well last night. When it started to get lighter in her bedroom, she finally got up, threw on her sweat suit, and headed out.
She walked through the park at a brisk pace, even managing to jog lightly here and there when she felt she could. She was thankful to be alone because she wasn't in a good mood. In fact, her mood was varying greatly and that in and of itself was aggravating her.
Pausing by a tree that looked to have been struck by lightning, she considered it for a moment before she pulled the knife Dean had given her from her shoe, and backed up a good ways. Making sure no one else was around, she flicked it open and threw it, hitting her mark. Her aggression deserved this and she was going to practice for sometime yet. At least until her arm felt like it was going to fall off.
[The park is a public place!]
She walked through the park at a brisk pace, even managing to jog lightly here and there when she felt she could. She was thankful to be alone because she wasn't in a good mood. In fact, her mood was varying greatly and that in and of itself was aggravating her.
Pausing by a tree that looked to have been struck by lightning, she considered it for a moment before she pulled the knife Dean had given her from her shoe, and backed up a good ways. Making sure no one else was around, she flicked it open and threw it, hitting her mark. Her aggression deserved this and she was going to practice for sometime yet. At least until her arm felt like it was going to fall off.
[The park is a public place!]