Jin-sun was far from a social creature. The brunette bordered on the lines of anti-social as she kept to herself anywhere outside, including the gym. Today she wore her regular red tracksuit that was modest compared to the usual in-ring attire, aware of the unsolicited catcalls and judgments she had gotten in the past. The girl didn't want any attention drawn, preferring to stick to training before retreating back to a homely shell. The gym was a rather uncomfortable estate, regardless of the good or bad interactions she had, merely putting her head low and training the weights instead. Except for that one time, she didn't of course.
Nonetheless, she began the training regimen for the day, sticking to pull exercises. After a warmup on the treadmill, the brunette moved to various workouts on the machines and free weights. Deadlifts and curls, the brunette felt more elated than usual, perhaps coming from the successes of her debut. She was putting more energy and heart, releasing a sense of satisfaction. Her strength was visibly greater in the way the heavier weights felt less difficult than before.
At the end of her session, it was a moment of fill. Sweat lathered the Korean's body, the fighter could feel muscles pumping and core pulsating. Having traversed around the gym and with her final exercise complete, Jin-sun moved to an available bench next to a blonde, not catching a glimpse of their face as her eyes stuck to the floor. She'd check her possessions while taking a breather before planning to return to the safe place.