1st floor lobby- all day Wednesday

[stacyexperiment]

So here was Gwen. Sitting at a table under a glittery banner selling homecoming tickets. When people weren't around, she spent her time taking selfies to send back home with captions like How is this my life? and picking glitter off her skin (a futile gesture if there ever was one) or sketching some more ideas for her homecoming float that she had totally been working on for days. The more free time she had, the more she added to it, and she was going to have to get a job just to pay for this damn float.

Anyway, come buy your tickets! Vote for homecoming court! Marvel at the fact that Gwen's actually doing this!

the gym; wednesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Seemed like today was a day to spend in the gym. After his class (because he was such a good student and all), Flick had gone to his room, changed and then come down to the gym to get some time in with the heavy bag. He wasn't spending as much time down here as he had in the past but he didn't want to get soft and lazy.

He went bare knuckles as he usually did and started out slow. Hand connected with vinyl, making a satisfying sound that would have made Flick smile if he hadn't been otherwise occupied. He didn't keep that pace for too long because it got boring. Soon enough, he was firing off jabs and hooks at a fairly breakneck pace and feeling the muscles in his shoulders, back, and legs start to burn with exertion.

That's what he wanted to feel, what he'd hoped for when he'd come down here and he wasn't planning on stopping until he didn't think he could stand up anymore. Okay, maybe it wouldn't be that drastic but he wanted to keep sharp. Considering the island, you never knew when it was going to be needed and he didn't want to be caught unaware.

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