>>18991521>"FUUUUUUUCK!!"With impeccable precision and form that would have impressed Coach Ash, Carmody Jefferson drives her fist hard into the cinderblock wall of the Dojo.
Unfortunately, the wall's an established fixture here at the Dojo, and it's not going to sell for her or put her over. She's left with a dull, throbbing pain in her hand, and the wall's still there, unfazed. That's the wall, sister.
Hot tears spring to her face. Fuck. Really? Is she CRYING? Of all the..... no, this is normal. She's just frustrated. People cry when they're frustrated. Just need to go somewhere and let it out. Carmody retreats back into the locker room, in the most remote corner she can find, around the L-shaped bend in the back, past the toilets, sits down on a bench, and takes the time that she needs to let this flow through her. It's okay, sometimes you need to cry when you're working through your emotions. She just needs a few minutes to get her head back in the game.
Or maybe Colby and Amy are right and she's not cut out for this. Maybe everything that's happened is the entire universe telling her, in one unanimous voice, to pack it up and go home.
