I. Gym [Rin is all about staying in shape, and with the way things look to be heading here, she's not about to give up on her training regimen. Almost every day, she can be found in the gym, stone-facedly working her way through a fairly rigid routine of exercises.
...Well, usually stone-faced. Today, some way or another, she has devolved into angrily wailing on a punching bag, making garbled, furious noises with each strike. It's an odd sight, considering she actually knows quite a bit about self-defense.
Normally, she wouldn't let anyone see her like this, but right now she's so worked up she doesn't even notice anyone else who might walk in. Maybe the malfunctioning radio—the second one she has broken in two days, by the way—sitting nearby has something to do with it?]
II. Common Room [Rin, despite utterly approving of the MLF's tactics, has mostly kept her mouth shut on the topic. She's lying low in America after her own less-than-legal mutant activism went south; it's not like she wants to give anyone even the slightest hint of dirt on her. But today... Today, after weeks of hearing about it on the news, she's finally had enough. She looks up from the magazine she has been reading, turns to the person nearest to her, and declares:]
I don't see what the big deal is. Bigots deserve worse than doxxing.
[She's fishing for people who get it, but someone to take her frustrations out on works too.]
III. Library [Here's Rin, seated at a table with one of her textbooks open in front of her, an expression of deep concentration on her face. So disciplined and studious, right?
Except, no, closer examination reveals that what she's studying is an extremely nerdy deck of cards. The textbook is to hide them, naturally.]
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[Rin is all about staying in shape, and with the way things look to be heading here, she's not about to give up on her training regimen. Almost every day, she can be found in the gym, stone-facedly working her way through a fairly rigid routine of exercises.
...Well, usually stone-faced. Today, some way or another, she has devolved into angrily wailing on a punching bag, making garbled, furious noises with each strike. It's an odd sight, considering she actually knows quite a bit about self-defense.
Normally, she wouldn't let anyone see her like this, but right now she's so worked up she doesn't even notice anyone else who might walk in. Maybe the malfunctioning radio—the second one she has broken in two days, by the way—sitting nearby has something to do with it?]
II. Common Room
[Rin, despite utterly approving of the MLF's tactics, has mostly kept her mouth shut on the topic. She's lying low in America after her own less-than-legal mutant activism went south; it's not like she wants to give anyone even the slightest hint of dirt on her. But today... Today, after weeks of hearing about it on the news, she's finally had enough. She looks up from the magazine she has been reading, turns to the person nearest to her, and declares:]
I don't see what the big deal is. Bigots deserve worse than doxxing.
[She's fishing for people who get it, but someone to take her frustrations out on works too.]
III. Library
[Here's Rin, seated at a table with one of her textbooks open in front of her, an expression of deep concentration on her face. So disciplined and studious, right?
Except, no, closer examination reveals that what she's studying is an extremely nerdy deck of cards. The textbook is to hide them, naturally.]