She'd found an empty warehouse, or well, empty'ish. There were crates there, so obviously it was in use, but no people and no security that she'd been able to pick up, heck even the massive sliding doors had been left partially open, meaning that for the Caitiff it was the perfect place to work out.
Rows upon rows of stacked crates, support pillars keeping the high roof up, plenty of things to move around on for the traceus who knew to make the most of her surroundings.
Her bag and jacket had been left chucked into the corner of a couple of crates, leaving her in baggy jeans, a red tank top with gold stars down the left side, sneakers and fingerless gloves. She didn't have her headphones on for once. Instead, she'd actually brought a couple of speakers to hook up her mp3 player to, so that the
music could be heard throughout the open space while she trained.
Diego, the little teddy bear was sittign on the ground with the mp3 player and the jacket while Teddy moved about, using the "terrain" offered by the crates and environment for all it was worth, pushing her natural (or supernatural) skill to its limit.
Push the limit, reach for the sky.
The
music changed again as a backflip let her land on the floor, move into a backwards roll before pushing herself up onto her hands in one liquid movement that didn't once break its natural flow.
The Caitiff bit her lip, still standing on her hands.
Better.