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trans_92010-09-05 03:57 pm
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Eye of the tiger, fist of a...flower? [open]
Laurie was never someone who'd go out to the gym to hit a punching bag. That was more of Josh's thing (or what she had assumed was his thing. She's not so sure anymore, and not just because he isn't here right now). But since she hasn't heard about the warfare training yet, and the entire situation beforehand with the bombs put her on edge, she needs to do something to work out her emotions.
And beating a punching bag in the sensoriums it is. She's dressed in shorts and tank-top and tennis shoes, wearing sensorium-edition boxing gloves. There's a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, inside a generic kind of gym she'd turned the sensoriums into.
Her ponytail swings when she hops on one foot, raising her gloved hands, ready to throw a punch.
And beating a punching bag in the sensoriums it is. She's dressed in shorts and tank-top and tennis shoes, wearing sensorium-edition boxing gloves. There's a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, inside a generic kind of gym she'd turned the sensoriums into.
Her ponytail swings when she hops on one foot, raising her gloved hands, ready to throw a punch.