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who. faith lehane & ??
where. the gym
when. monday afternoon.
what. punching things.
notes. prose or brackets are a-okay




[She should've taped up her hands, but as she throws another punch into the bag she's really not going to pay attention. Her knuckles will split, they'll bleed and scab over and then tomorrow they'll be fine. A bit sore, maybe, but for the most part she'll be good as new.

Not that she's ever been new so to speak. She paces around the bag, tugging her hair up off of her neck and into a loose knot. For once she's actually dressed for this sort of thing. No jeans and there isn't a jean jacket tossed in the corner of the room. Faith has plans to just spend the day in here, she'll hit until she bleeds and then do something else until that hurts too. It's about the only thing she can think to do right now. There's too much energy, too many questions and she's tired of just ignoring them.]