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Characters : Just Kris
Location : Buffy's basement
Description : Training and working out
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Kris had really been keeping to herself. She didn't know these people that way, the only common link they had was the fact they were Slayers or people who knew about Slayers and the supernatural world. Buffy had been kind enough to let her use her training room, trying to work out in a small motel room was difficult to say the least. Her hair was tied back away from her face and in a high ponytail. As always black tape was wrapped around her hands and feet. Those same hands and feet lifted and drove through the air to hit down hard in the punching bag.
She continued to bounce on her feet as she hit the bag. It was like a dance, a dance driven by pure instinct and determination. For every hit the punching bag took, it was another vampire down. That was her mission, to rid the world of as many vampires as she could. Kris was a Slayer, it was her calling. She hadn't understood her calling for a while now but ever since she had come to Cleveland, she had got a better handle on the whole being a Slayer thing. Her life was still solitary but it was how she liked it, it kept her alive. No-one to rely on and no-one to rely on you, it was better this way or so she thought.
Sweat trickled over her skin and pooled at her feet as she continued in her exercise. Her dark brown eyes were locked onto the bag, she didn't shy away and she didn't turn her back. This was her focus. She had been at this for hours now. Buffy had checked on her a few hours ago but had left her to it when she had seen Kris wasn't to be disturbed. The younger Slayer was dedicated, her head was in the slaying game and very much into her calling.
Kris grunted slightly as her fist impacted on the bag once more, pain shot up her arm and this signalled her time to stop. She let her arms fall to her sides before she closed her eyes and exhaled a breath. She stepped back away from the bag and slouched down on the nearest bench, the cool water in her bottle poured down over her face before she shut her eyes tight and simply wiped her towel over her face and arms.
She didn't move, she simply watched as the bag swung back and forth aimlessly.
Location : Buffy's basement
Description : Training and working out
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Kris had really been keeping to herself. She didn't know these people that way, the only common link they had was the fact they were Slayers or people who knew about Slayers and the supernatural world. Buffy had been kind enough to let her use her training room, trying to work out in a small motel room was difficult to say the least. Her hair was tied back away from her face and in a high ponytail. As always black tape was wrapped around her hands and feet. Those same hands and feet lifted and drove through the air to hit down hard in the punching bag.
She continued to bounce on her feet as she hit the bag. It was like a dance, a dance driven by pure instinct and determination. For every hit the punching bag took, it was another vampire down. That was her mission, to rid the world of as many vampires as she could. Kris was a Slayer, it was her calling. She hadn't understood her calling for a while now but ever since she had come to Cleveland, she had got a better handle on the whole being a Slayer thing. Her life was still solitary but it was how she liked it, it kept her alive. No-one to rely on and no-one to rely on you, it was better this way or so she thought.
Sweat trickled over her skin and pooled at her feet as she continued in her exercise. Her dark brown eyes were locked onto the bag, she didn't shy away and she didn't turn her back. This was her focus. She had been at this for hours now. Buffy had checked on her a few hours ago but had left her to it when she had seen Kris wasn't to be disturbed. The younger Slayer was dedicated, her head was in the slaying game and very much into her calling.
Kris grunted slightly as her fist impacted on the bag once more, pain shot up her arm and this signalled her time to stop. She let her arms fall to her sides before she closed her eyes and exhaled a breath. She stepped back away from the bag and slouched down on the nearest bench, the cool water in her bottle poured down over her face before she shut her eyes tight and simply wiped her towel over her face and arms.
She didn't move, she simply watched as the bag swung back and forth aimlessly.