[center][h1][u][color=ed145b]Irina Ivanov[/color][/u][/h1]
Gym: [@Gonzo][@banjoanjo][/center]

How long had Irina been pounding away at the punching bag now? Few minutes? More than fifteen? It had surely been longer than she thought since she had now built up a sweat. She could feel the beads of perspiration trickle down her forehead, through her brow and down the bridge of her nose, as well as on the sides of her face. By now she had nearly gotten rid of the majority of her anger. She had focused so hard on punching the object in front of her that her mind had gone blank. She hadn’t even focused on the pain that was radiating off of her hands until she stopped. 

[color=ed145b]“What?” [/color]Irina looked up slightly confused as she let her hands fall to her sides and looked at the young man that had spoken to her. Irina’s green eyes simply gave him a blank stare as she tried to recollect her thoughts and figure what he meant by that. 

As if on cue to what the young man meant, and to what Irina was trying to figure out, her hands began to sting in a horrible way. She looked down at the same time that she lifted her hands so that she could examine her fists. She had punched the bag so hard and for so long that the skin on her knuckles had opened up to reveal what was underneath and they had began to bleed out. [color=ed145b]“Oh… I like pain.. It helps with whatever is wrong in my head.”[/color] It was a poor explanation but it was the best one the young woman could offer. She smiled a bit at the teenager and made her way over to a small area where there were towels as well as disinfectant wipes and hand sanitizer in some shelves. The bleeding would stop eventually. 

As Irina began to clean up her small wounds, she heard someone else walk in and she returned the greeting to the other guy that was setting up a bench press. “I don’t think my hands are that big of a deal,” she spoke again to the previous guy as she looked over at the amount of weights stacked against each other. [color=ed145b]“If he continues with this, he’s going to fuck up and kill himself.”[/color] 

Irina wanted to ask if he needed a spotter. Even if she couldn’t lift half of the weight that he was lifting, she was still concerned that he might end up getting hurt while they were in there. She even went as far as to take a few steps towards the teenager but something stopped her. 

Voices. Hushed whispers filling her head with the same effect as if someone was raising the volume on a TV. “It’s off..” Irina’s voice was quiet as she realized that the nullifier had been turned off. She turned quickly towards the door as she heard more thoughts jumbled up in one certain spot. [color=ed145b]“I think something is going on out there.”[/color] By now the young Spanish woman was speaking aloud to herself, acknowledging everything that she heard in her head.

Without really acknowledging the two boys that were in the gym with her, Irina began to walk out of the room and into the hallway. The voices in her head were taking over her attention and actions as she found herself walking down towards the other rooms where she heard the most prominent thoughts.