[Violence is easy. Old habits are easy. Ginia blows a kiss, expression flattens as she turns away and sets a path around the crowd of people toward the warm up rooms. Truly, she'd rather settle this at the range, but it's the fight she asked for too. Time to live up to her words.
It's nothing fancy in the warm up room; just another concrete room for people to slug each other in. There are a few weight sets, punching bags, benches and chairs to rest at. The kind of room that's easy to set up and tear down. A few people are warming up or cooling down from a fight. They pay no mind as Ginia marks out a makeshift arena with a few chairs.
In whatever time she has before Sharkface arrives, Ginia winds her ponytail into a bun and pins it down as much she can. She sheds her jacket and stretches, surveying the room with a calm air.]
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It's nothing fancy in the warm up room; just another concrete room for people to slug each other in. There are a few weight sets, punching bags, benches and chairs to rest at. The kind of room that's easy to set up and tear down. A few people are warming up or cooling down from a fight. They pay no mind as Ginia marks out a makeshift arena with a few chairs.
In whatever time she has before Sharkface arrives, Ginia winds her ponytail into a bun and pins it down as much she can. She sheds her jacket and stretches, surveying the room with a calm air.]