1 way 2 say 3- wait... Isn't that a song? [Open|1]

Katsume starred silently at her wall; she had been doing that for several hours now and her concentration hadn't been broken even for lunch. The guards had began to ignore her as they did when one wasn't doing anything to cause trouble and they were in their lazy mood; for that, she had assumed herself lucky to feel this way today with the current thoughts running in her head. Her eyes studied the cell wall with a focus one would only expect from an inspector or something that was hunting it's prey.

Perking up slightly at a realization, the nineteen year old female turned her attention towards the hallway as a guard walked past. She tilted her head slightly as she watched him pass. This was beginning to get old, but even with this newly found reality again, she began to tap her foot on the ground to some song in her head that she remembered from her days on the outside.

At some point in making her rhythm, Katsume had stood and took a training stance. She was up on the palms of her feet, rocking on them slightly, as she jabbed the air with her fists. With each jab she was sure to keep her other hand close to her face in the proper defensive stance. The rhythmic beat of the song had long since faded out of her mind as she picked up a new rhythm; This one was one she had always remembered even in any of her breaks.

Her lean poise continued to rock, almost bouncing in some places, as she took herself back into her mind. Katsume had entered the training state she had always fallen into. Her feet took her in a simple, slow circle as she jabbed a single point in the air. At other times, instead of jabbing, she'd throw in an upper cut or a side hook. What a wonderful feeling it was to keep one with something she would never forget, even if it did make her sweat a lot easier now than it did when she had came in.