The heavy scent of sweat, smoke, and stale alcohol clung to the air like a thick, viscous jelly in the small, grime ridden apartment. The windows were covered with thick, dusty cloth, nailed into the frame through a singular small hole let a beam of sun struggle into the room and prod at the unmoving body laying on an old, dirty mattress. Bottles and cigar butts littered the floor around the disgusting bed and scattered through the apartment along with general rubbish from whatever boxed or instant meals had been eaten in the past few months. There would come a low growl from the corpse-like body upon the mattress as the inhabitant of this filth slowly started to stir awake. Rolling over the raven-haired woman would peel open her eyes and look at the sight before her and with a sigh, she sat up and stretched her arms straight up and yawned loudly before grabbing one of the nearly empty bottles of stale booze and polishing off the bottom of the bottle, once done she would toss it into the nearby pile with a loud clatter and push herself up onto her wobbly feet.
After a bit of zombie-like shuffling across the room, kicking a few wrappers and old bottles as she moved over to the light switch, flipping it on and filling the room with a dull, orange glow. She would then wander over to the kitchen area of the room and start to sift through the cupboards, nothing to be found, she'd then move on to the fridge and pull out a single bottle which was empty and she'd throw it to the ground in frustration.
"Need more booze..." She said with a growl.
That meant of course actually getting dressed and heading out into the world for the first time in what must be two weeks. That would need to wait a little bit though, her morning workout would take precedent over-fueling her body with literal trash. SHe'd start to wrap up her hands with a pair of dirty, well used bandaged and move to the column in the middle of her room. The column itself had become a makeshift heavy bag for Juri, having wrapped old futons and such around it to cushion her attacks and protect the column from being taken out. The various materials wrapped around the middle support of her home had seen some heavy use, torn, tattered nearly to the stone, and stained with various liquids including dried blood.
This was the woman's usual morning routine, she never knew when or if a job was going to turn up and as such liked to keep herself warmed up should the occasion arise, plus working out was about the only thing she did these days besides drinking and even then she usually does both at the same time. She'd start off simple, warming up with a little bit of shadow boxing, a couple of rounds dodging, swaying, and throwing counter punches at her target to build up a little sweat. She would then follow that up by practicing combos on the column as she dodged around, it, smacking the thing with thundering blows that could be felt throughout the building itself. This went on for almost an hour, Juri never showing signs of stopping or wavering, her stamina knowing no bounds though her pale skin was now drenched in sweat. Suddenly there was a loud banging noise from up above, like someone stamping in the room above, Juri sighed and came to a stop, taking a second to catch her breath before screaming up at the noise.
"Shut the hell up, old man! or I'll come up there and rip your fucking balls off!"
She then started to get back to work, confident that the old man upstairs would back off, he knew better after the last time they butted heads, literally. She would next move on to kicks, one hundred sidekicks with the right, then the left, back and forth till she'd done about one thousand on each leg. Then it was time for a shower, as much as she didn't care about going out absolutely drenched in sweat, she'd been stopped multiple times by the police force of sand for both indecent exposure and looking in distress, granted she was but that doesn't make it any less annoying and she couldn't be fucked with it. Once cleaned up and refreshed she would grab her weighted clothing which doubled as armor since it was about the only set of clothes she owned and pulled them on and set off into the village to acquire booze and maybe some food.
[WC - 777]
After a bit of zombie-like shuffling across the room, kicking a few wrappers and old bottles as she moved over to the light switch, flipping it on and filling the room with a dull, orange glow. She would then wander over to the kitchen area of the room and start to sift through the cupboards, nothing to be found, she'd then move on to the fridge and pull out a single bottle which was empty and she'd throw it to the ground in frustration.
"Need more booze..." She said with a growl.
That meant of course actually getting dressed and heading out into the world for the first time in what must be two weeks. That would need to wait a little bit though, her morning workout would take precedent over-fueling her body with literal trash. SHe'd start to wrap up her hands with a pair of dirty, well used bandaged and move to the column in the middle of her room. The column itself had become a makeshift heavy bag for Juri, having wrapped old futons and such around it to cushion her attacks and protect the column from being taken out. The various materials wrapped around the middle support of her home had seen some heavy use, torn, tattered nearly to the stone, and stained with various liquids including dried blood.
This was the woman's usual morning routine, she never knew when or if a job was going to turn up and as such liked to keep herself warmed up should the occasion arise, plus working out was about the only thing she did these days besides drinking and even then she usually does both at the same time. She'd start off simple, warming up with a little bit of shadow boxing, a couple of rounds dodging, swaying, and throwing counter punches at her target to build up a little sweat. She would then follow that up by practicing combos on the column as she dodged around, it, smacking the thing with thundering blows that could be felt throughout the building itself. This went on for almost an hour, Juri never showing signs of stopping or wavering, her stamina knowing no bounds though her pale skin was now drenched in sweat. Suddenly there was a loud banging noise from up above, like someone stamping in the room above, Juri sighed and came to a stop, taking a second to catch her breath before screaming up at the noise.
"Shut the hell up, old man! or I'll come up there and rip your fucking balls off!"
She then started to get back to work, confident that the old man upstairs would back off, he knew better after the last time they butted heads, literally. She would next move on to kicks, one hundred sidekicks with the right, then the left, back and forth till she'd done about one thousand on each leg. Then it was time for a shower, as much as she didn't care about going out absolutely drenched in sweat, she'd been stopped multiple times by the police force of sand for both indecent exposure and looking in distress, granted she was but that doesn't make it any less annoying and she couldn't be fucked with it. Once cleaned up and refreshed she would grab her weighted clothing which doubled as armor since it was about the only set of clothes she owned and pulled them on and set off into the village to acquire booze and maybe some food.
[WC - 777]