Ion, dressed in a simple gray tank top and blue sweats, was on the run downtown. A pair of Dre Beats rested in her ears as she flipped through her playlist on her phone. Her pace was tailored to endurance as she had been trying to become better in that department. She had speed, but could not keep it up.
Lately it was all work, not in the sense that she was countering the fae or anything, but that she was trying to keep up with rent, make sure the lights stay on, and use whatever is left to put some food in her stomach. Let's face it minimum wage sucked, and these jogs cleared her mind and helped her not to kill anyone, literally...