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May. 12th, 2005 02:04 pmShe could still hear the screaming.
Hunger drove her out into the bar, and she eats her breakfast mechanically, not tasting what she is eating, and spares a surpised glance at her plate when the food is gone. She left her nitro in the security office, because she knows she'd need very little provocation to blow something up today.
Rather than continue to brood, either by the fire or back in the office, she starts to explore the grounds. The halls of the guest quarters keep her busy for a while - her old room isn't quite where it used to be, and the halls interconnect at odd places, leading to a maze of pathways. Eventually she runs out of hallways to wander down, so she begins to explore the staff wing.
At the end of her explorations, she finds Raph's gym.
She leaves her boots at the doorway and in stocking feet, explores the dim and quiet room. The weights she eys warily and avoids, not wanting to tangle with something she doesn't understand the mechanics of. The mats squish under her feet as she meanders past the balance beam and parallel bars. She's about to leave, when she notes the punching bag, and changes course to examine it.
It's big, and solid, and she can't resist punching it once.
Twice.
She carefully adopts the stance Raph showed her the day before, and slams her fists into the bag, imagining the demons from the night before standing there instead of the innocent bag.
Who knows how long she kept it up, but she only stops when the pain in her hands outweighs the satisfaction of tearing into imaginary opponents.
She examines her hands, sighs, and pats the bag in farewell, gingerly. Her boots get tucked under her arm as she heads out to the bar.
Hunger drove her out into the bar, and she eats her breakfast mechanically, not tasting what she is eating, and spares a surpised glance at her plate when the food is gone. She left her nitro in the security office, because she knows she'd need very little provocation to blow something up today.
Rather than continue to brood, either by the fire or back in the office, she starts to explore the grounds. The halls of the guest quarters keep her busy for a while - her old room isn't quite where it used to be, and the halls interconnect at odd places, leading to a maze of pathways. Eventually she runs out of hallways to wander down, so she begins to explore the staff wing.
At the end of her explorations, she finds Raph's gym.
She leaves her boots at the doorway and in stocking feet, explores the dim and quiet room. The weights she eys warily and avoids, not wanting to tangle with something she doesn't understand the mechanics of. The mats squish under her feet as she meanders past the balance beam and parallel bars. She's about to leave, when she notes the punching bag, and changes course to examine it.
It's big, and solid, and she can't resist punching it once.
Twice.
She carefully adopts the stance Raph showed her the day before, and slams her fists into the bag, imagining the demons from the night before standing there instead of the innocent bag.
Who knows how long she kept it up, but she only stops when the pain in her hands outweighs the satisfaction of tearing into imaginary opponents.
She examines her hands, sighs, and pats the bag in farewell, gingerly. Her boots get tucked under her arm as she heads out to the bar.
