<div class="floatleft">(http://i60.tinypic.com/2ikzina.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Name</td><td> || </td><td>Shizuru Satonaka</td></tr><tr><td>Location</td><td> || </td><td>Gym</td></tr><tr><td>Tagging</td><td> || </td><td>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>She'd always preferred rock 'n' roll. (http://youtu.be/mqklCwnONdQ) So much better to listen to than that saccharine sweet pop music that everyone else usually listened to. So after she'd gone up to change and hit the gym, Shizuru had cranked up the tunes almost as loud as they could go. She figured everyone else would be dealing with whatever was arriving out front and if it was actually an attack of some kind, she'd probably hear the explosions, or at least feel the building shake. Nothing to worry about.<br/><br/>With The Back Horn very much rocking the gym, Shizuru, clad in her tanktop and gym shorts, did some warm-ups and then started hitting the heavy bag. Though her military background and training had given her some knowledge of Judo, Kendo, and Jiujitsu, she'd always had a fascination with boxing. It was often times so much simpler to just wind up and punch something right in the face. She figured that if one could at least take one hit while returning another twice as hard, combat would be over quickly. So, while she had the time, she figured she'd work on her training. Sooner or later either the building would start exploding, or it would be time to come down for dinner.