Featherweight (OPEN)
Dec 2, 2013 9:07:59 GMT -5
Post by Amélie Tachibana on Dec 2, 2013 9:07:59 GMT -5
The past several days had been exhausting, whittling away Amelie's physical and mental deposits till she could do nothing more than slump in her bed and eat, eat, eat. Her beloved students were beginning to show signs of early Christmas zeal and were restless as a result, not that she wasn't experiencing the same thing, she simply had to maintain a level of calm so as to not rile the hormonal teenagers even further. There were talks of holidays overseas and trips to visit distant relatives. Girls chattered about potential presents and boys boasted about their imminent snow capped adventures.
Simply listening to their Christmas plans exhausted the slender glutton and Amélie could only hope to find some respite all by herself. No self-respecting student was going to visit the gymnasium on the weekend, not with the snow beginning to show and the shops delivering their discounts, why even Amélie considered venturing out to have some fun. But she needed to wind down and take a well deserved breather.
The young trainer slipped into the large gymnasium just before the clock struck nine and went about doing her vigorous 'exercise' routines. Dressed in nothing more than a grey hoodie and yoga pants, Amélie stretched, jogged, jumped, kicked, punched and ate her way through the various drills set before herself. It was only until she faced the reinforced punching bags did she get serious.
A loud THWACK split the air like thunder as her dainty fist collided with the punching bag. It felt exhilarating to release energy and it felt even better to put all that food to good use. Her muscles sizzled with sugars and proteins, pumping into her body with every punch.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Someone was bound to hear this racket sooner or later...
Simply listening to their Christmas plans exhausted the slender glutton and Amélie could only hope to find some respite all by herself. No self-respecting student was going to visit the gymnasium on the weekend, not with the snow beginning to show and the shops delivering their discounts, why even Amélie considered venturing out to have some fun. But she needed to wind down and take a well deserved breather.
The young trainer slipped into the large gymnasium just before the clock struck nine and went about doing her vigorous 'exercise' routines. Dressed in nothing more than a grey hoodie and yoga pants, Amélie stretched, jogged, jumped, kicked, punched and ate her way through the various drills set before herself. It was only until she faced the reinforced punching bags did she get serious.
A loud THWACK split the air like thunder as her dainty fist collided with the punching bag. It felt exhilarating to release energy and it felt even better to put all that food to good use. Her muscles sizzled with sugars and proteins, pumping into her body with every punch.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Someone was bound to hear this racket sooner or later...
