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fandomtownies2018-11-05 12:01 am
notallbluemonks) wrote in fandomtownies2018-11-05 12:01 am
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Atlas Gym, Monday 11/4
So. Beau had a job now, apparently. An honest one, even, and it struck her as kind of hilarious that all it had taken was running away from the place her father had sent her for being such an embarrassing delinquent to somehow, without even planning for it, find some kind of respectable employment.
Though come to think of it, she wasn't even sure he'd think this job counted.
Whatever. It was funny in some twisted kind of way.
She took some time to walk around the gym, trying to familiarize herself with the equipment (and preparing to come up with some bullshit spiel for the things she couldn't explain yet) before making some vague attempt to make sure everything was clean and in good order.
After which she was probably going to spend the rest of her shift trying to set up the beginnings of a parkour obstacle course, kind of like the ones beneath the Archive of the Cobalt Soul.
[[Open, no OCD! Feel free to mod your gym time, too.]]
Though come to think of it, she wasn't even sure he'd think this job counted.
Whatever. It was funny in some twisted kind of way.
She took some time to walk around the gym, trying to familiarize herself with the equipment (and preparing to come up with some bullshit spiel for the things she couldn't explain yet) before making some vague attempt to make sure everything was clean and in good order.
After which she was probably going to spend the rest of her shift trying to set up the beginnings of a parkour obstacle course, kind of like the ones beneath the Archive of the Cobalt Soul.
[[Open, no OCD! Feel free to mod your gym time, too.]]