[She smiles a little and lets the bag go, allowing her gym bag to slide off her shoulder and drop onto the floor. Leaning down, she pulls a roll of tape out of the side pocket and starts taping up her hands...nothing heavy, but she's trying to make sure she works herself to death, not beats herself to death. She just wants to...push herself hard enough that she either can't feel, or feels something other than the weight of her own mortality.]
Still say you could spar with me. [She looks up from where she's winding the tape around one wrist with a small smile that might be a little sad...and a lot full of everything that comes with a day of feeling the crushing guilt of her own demise.]
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[gym spam]
Date: 2014-08-21 12:39 am (UTC)[She smiles a little and lets the bag go, allowing her gym bag to slide off her shoulder and drop onto the floor. Leaning down, she pulls a roll of tape out of the side pocket and starts taping up her hands...nothing heavy, but she's trying to make sure she works herself to death, not beats herself to death. She just wants to...push herself hard enough that she either can't feel, or feels something other than the weight of her own mortality.]
Still say you could spar with me. [She looks up from where she's winding the tape around one wrist with a small smile that might be a little sad...and a lot full of everything that comes with a day of feeling the crushing guilt of her own demise.]