Post by Amaia Devivi on May 21, 2023 14:26:12 GMT -5
Amaia, or Amy, was in the training room slash gym of the precinct. She was training after a stressful day. She had had a vision, and visions were always draining. So, training actually helped her focus. Yes, she was tired from having a vision, but fatiguing the body actually helped her deal with having visions for some reason. Also, she enjoyed training. She liked to practice her self-defence because it made her feel more secure on the field.
The gym had a boxing bag which Amy was constantly punching with more force than necessary. Clearly, she wasn't just training for the sake of it, she had something on her mind. She was thinking about the vision, after sketching it she had come to the gym because training always helped her thought process.
Amy's hair was in a messy ponytail that looked more like a bun, and she was wearing gym clothes she kept ready in her locker. The gym had been upgraded thanks to the money funded by the Villins' charity activities. So, there was some new gym gear and a better locker space with showers.
Amy didn't like wearing earbuds if she was training away from home because she wanted to be aware of her surroundings as much as possible. Yes, even if the surroundings were a place as familiar as the PD. Amy's visions showed her that occasionally the cause of death was as simple as the person not paying enough attention to their surroundings and it stuck with her thus why she always tried to pay attention as much as she could.
Amy had to stop punching the bag when her hands started hurting. How was she supposed to work tomorrow if she couldn't even move her hands? So, she changed activity and started doing weights with dumbbells. She found that word funny. Dumb bells, bells that were dumb which didn't describe today's weights at all considering that they weren't bells to begin with, although it had been the perfect word for it back in the day.
Amy was sitting on the bench facing the entrance, her left arm lifting the weight up and down. If anyone else came in and they were up for it, then she wouldn't mind some sparring.
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The gym had a boxing bag which Amy was constantly punching with more force than necessary. Clearly, she wasn't just training for the sake of it, she had something on her mind. She was thinking about the vision, after sketching it she had come to the gym because training always helped her thought process.
Amy's hair was in a messy ponytail that looked more like a bun, and she was wearing gym clothes she kept ready in her locker. The gym had been upgraded thanks to the money funded by the Villins' charity activities. So, there was some new gym gear and a better locker space with showers.
Amy didn't like wearing earbuds if she was training away from home because she wanted to be aware of her surroundings as much as possible. Yes, even if the surroundings were a place as familiar as the PD. Amy's visions showed her that occasionally the cause of death was as simple as the person not paying enough attention to their surroundings and it stuck with her thus why she always tried to pay attention as much as she could.
Amy had to stop punching the bag when her hands started hurting. How was she supposed to work tomorrow if she couldn't even move her hands? So, she changed activity and started doing weights with dumbbells. She found that word funny. Dumb bells, bells that were dumb which didn't describe today's weights at all considering that they weren't bells to begin with, although it had been the perfect word for it back in the day.
Amy was sitting on the bench facing the entrance, her left arm lifting the weight up and down. If anyone else came in and they were up for it, then she wouldn't mind some sparring.
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