( she comes early. she's overly confident in her own abilities, and feeling particularly good about herself after a night of casual flirtation and ice cream at sweet creamery, so it's with a full size helping of caroline forbes enthusiasm (™) that she claims a training dummy for her own use on the east side of the gym. it's brighter, there; the light from the windows bounces off her blonde hair, tied up tight in braids that fall over either shoulder. it makes her feel like she's glowing a little, even if that's mostly just sweat sheen.
who cares. she's ready to take down some douchebag with a penchant for insulting strangers in the ring, and that's what matters. embarrassing them in public. making them cry. the usual. )
♕ for robbie — sucker punch.
who cares. she's ready to take down some douchebag with a penchant for insulting strangers in the ring, and that's what matters. embarrassing them in public. making them cry. the usual. )