Break a Sweat { Open }

In every wolf there’s a dog looking for revenge

[attr="class","monalisa"]Yasmin paced herself as she punched at the bag before her—jab, jab, cross, hook! She let a quiet smile cross her lips—she was starting to break a sweat. She loved when that happened to her. That's one of the main reasons why she loved sports. The way they made her move, how they gave her sore muscles, how they made her compete against others, you name it. She absolutely loved those feelings. She definitely found her place in life, and she knew that well. She continued training for another hour before calling it quits. She grabbed a towel and started wiping her face and neck with it, letting it absorb the sweat she worked for. Next was to hit the showers—she definitely needed one after three hours of practice. But she could've gone for even better practice. She could use a sparing partner, for one. That'd be a much better way to improve her boxing skills. Just hitting an inanimate punching bag might give her a little bit of a boost, but never would it give her one as big as a partner would. Before she headed off to the showers, she grabbed her bottle of water and took a big gulp of it. Nice and refreshing.

She grabbed her bag of stuff and headed towards the showers, removing her large body towel and her change of clothes and threw them on the shower pole. She went back into her duffel bag and removed from it a small bottle of body wash and another small bottle for hair wash. With how long her hair was, she had no doubt she'd use it all. Not that she minded. She stole them from hotels anyways. She undressed herself quickly, opening the curtain by a smidge to put her dirty clothes into her duffel bag. Turning her attention towards the faucets and shower head, she turned it on for a nice, cool shower. After fifteen minutes, she finally finished and turned off the water. She took the towel that hung from the pole and dried herself off, taking the most time with drying her hair. She had long, beautiful dark brown hair, and it was her pride and joy. Well, aside from her face. She admired her own beauty immensely. After doing all of that, she quickly threw on her clean change of clothes and opened up the curtain, throwing the rest of her stuff into her bag except for the bottle of shampoo. She used all that up, and the janitor can deal with disposing of it. It’s what they're paid to do after all. She looked around the shower room, and then headed towards the locker room.

She opened her locker, and placed her boxing gloves inside. She left them on top of her bag while she showered, which could’ve resulted in a bad end for her. Someone could've easily walked in and stole them and she wouldn't have even noticed. And if she did, she was certainly in no position to chase after them. As much as she liked to show off her body, she never felt the need to reveal the whole thing. She was glad she had a permanent locker—but of course she had one. She worked here as a professional boxer, and she used the training area almost daily. Sure, she had to pay for the locker, but it was worth it. Besides, she got it cheap. Without further ado, she grabbed her pair of sunglasses from the locker and placed them on her head. It wasn't like she was going to put them on now, wearing sunglasses in a public place was stupid as hell. There was no sun out in sight. She shut and locked her locker, clipping her key chain onto the belt loop on her shorts, and walked out of the locker room and into the training area. She looked around, wondering if anyone was around. It was awfully quiet today.