Atlas Gym; Wednesday Afternoon

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So after almost a week and a half of being buried under work a while lot of boring routine and putting as much distance between her and Utopia, not to mention classes, Laura was starting to feel more restless than usual. 'Might accidentally cut you out of surprise' levels of restless, actually. Which is why she had found her way to the gym, where she was beating the crap out of every single bad, target and punch-able looking thing in there.

She wasn't popping the claws though. Laura didn't want to ruin the place after all.

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