At the Gym [Open]
2015-Jan-04, Sunday 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The punching bag totally had it coming.
Genesis was, so far, alone in the gym and that's how she wanted it. She wanted to test out her strength again, to see if she was truly at full health. She took it upon herself to work the usual magic to make her wings retract back into her shoulders, disappearing altogether. She made sure to do this the day prior as it tended to exhaust her. Now, she was left with her bare back, the only evidence of her wings were two thin white lines over her exposed shoulder blades as her wrapped hands slammed into the weighted bag.
She wore her usual sports bra, dark red with black accents, her SOLDIER pants (just your average black army pants but with two belts wrapped at her waist) and combat boots (not your usual standard fare, as they were slightly heeled and ended at her knees). Her auburn hair, now grown to just above her shoulders, was up in a high ponytail, leaving strands at the base of her neck and her bangs and a few more layers framing her face.
Genesis made sure the bag was weighted heavier than the usual punching bag, or it would have flown off the hook within the first couple punches. Re-developing muscles showed on her abs and arms, giving her that satisfying burn. She was almost there, her health and strength were back. All that remained was getting her body back to its normal athletic shape. She grunted as she kept going, sweat glistening on her face and body, barely exhausted but still making it obvious that she had been here awhile.
Genesis was, so far, alone in the gym and that's how she wanted it. She wanted to test out her strength again, to see if she was truly at full health. She took it upon herself to work the usual magic to make her wings retract back into her shoulders, disappearing altogether. She made sure to do this the day prior as it tended to exhaust her. Now, she was left with her bare back, the only evidence of her wings were two thin white lines over her exposed shoulder blades as her wrapped hands slammed into the weighted bag.
She wore her usual sports bra, dark red with black accents, her SOLDIER pants (just your average black army pants but with two belts wrapped at her waist) and combat boots (not your usual standard fare, as they were slightly heeled and ended at her knees). Her auburn hair, now grown to just above her shoulders, was up in a high ponytail, leaving strands at the base of her neck and her bangs and a few more layers framing her face.
Genesis made sure the bag was weighted heavier than the usual punching bag, or it would have flown off the hook within the first couple punches. Re-developing muscles showed on her abs and arms, giving her that satisfying burn. She was almost there, her health and strength were back. All that remained was getting her body back to its normal athletic shape. She grunted as she kept going, sweat glistening on her face and body, barely exhausted but still making it obvious that she had been here awhile.