Gwyneth Ortega (sepiagwyn) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2009-03-15 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gwyneth ortega, location: the globe, player: marissa, status: incomplete |
Who: Gwyneth Ortega and anyone who feels the need to pump some serious iron
When: April 23st, 2049, 2:14 PM
Where: The Globe Total Workout Gym.
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: Gwyneth decides to take her frustrations out at the gym.
Warnings: None.
Sometimes, it was musky, a scent that filled the senses and wouldn't leave her head all day. Other times, it was just plain smelly, and it seemed to stick to everything, thickening the air like a toxic gas. But it was never, ever refreshing.
Gwyneth knew she had to tell management about the air conditioning. Even though it was "state of the art", she could still detect the scent of perspiration. As she continued to job on the treadmill, she blotted herself off with a towel the gym provided. She rather liked the gym, despite the fact that it didn't compare to fresh air. The view of the ocean was nice, and the food was always superb. She discovered it when she first came to Innovo, and fell in love with the impressive machinery.
Without hesitation, she waved her hand over the dashboard, increasing the speed and then the incline. Her professor and her "clashed" over two recent photos Gwyneth took, and they argued over which one to include in her portfolio, and which one to put up for the student show that was coming up. Well, Gwyneth's choice, in her opinion, showed more emotion. Her professor, however, thought the photograph straddled the line between sorrow and distress, which was too difficult to dissect. Plus, the other photo had better lighting.
As she continued to increase the speed of the treadmill, Gwyneth kept her eyes forward.