Sage Parker
Oh I want my, I want my fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of fame! Fame! Fame! Oh I need my, I need my fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of fame! Fame! Fame! Robbie Nevil's Fifteen Minutes blasted through the earbuds that were nestled into Sage Parker's ears as she pounded her fists against the leather exterior of the punching bag hanging in front of her. This. This was her stress relief. It might signal some sort of psychotic break, the fact that her only relief from daily stress was to punch something, but it was relief all the same. Although, this wasn't truly her first preferred option. To be honest, she'd much rather be training with an actual person, rather than a leather bag filled with sand, but hey, what was she to do?
As the song came to a close, Sage stopped and ran a hand through her fiery red hair, which had not so long ago come loose from the elastic that had been used in an attempt to keep it in place. So much for that. Sweat beaded on the girl's skin as she reached down to grab a water bottle. Not having any jobs lined up had taken its toll. With nothing to do, Sage had resorted to extra training to pass the time. She'd never been much of a "people person" so spending her newly acquired free time with the others hadn't exactly been top of her list. In her mind, Sage was hoping that a new job would come up soon enough just so as to keep her from literally going insane.
Tossing her bag over her shoulder, the red haired Hunter made her way through the vast expanse that they liked to call their "Headquarters". Might as well stop by the main complex and see if anything about their current jobless status had changed. After that, Sage didn't exactly know what she would do.
Oh I want my, I want my fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of fame! Fame! Fame! Oh I need my, I need my fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of fame! Fame! Fame! Robbie Nevil's Fifteen Minutes blasted through the earbuds that were nestled into Sage Parker's ears as she pounded her fists against the leather exterior of the punching bag hanging in front of her. This. This was her stress relief. It might signal some sort of psychotic break, the fact that her only relief from daily stress was to punch something, but it was relief all the same. Although, this wasn't truly her first preferred option. To be honest, she'd much rather be training with an actual person, rather than a leather bag filled with sand, but hey, what was she to do?
As the song came to a close, Sage stopped and ran a hand through her fiery red hair, which had not so long ago come loose from the elastic that had been used in an attempt to keep it in place. So much for that. Sweat beaded on the girl's skin as she reached down to grab a water bottle. Not having any jobs lined up had taken its toll. With nothing to do, Sage had resorted to extra training to pass the time. She'd never been much of a "people person" so spending her newly acquired free time with the others hadn't exactly been top of her list. In her mind, Sage was hoping that a new job would come up soon enough just so as to keep her from literally going insane.
Tossing her bag over her shoulder, the red haired Hunter made her way through the vast expanse that they liked to call their "Headquarters". Might as well stop by the main complex and see if anything about their current jobless status had changed. After that, Sage didn't exactly know what she would do.