WHO; Benjy Fenwick and Alicia Spinnet WHAT; Benjy's expelling some excess energy WHEN; 14 August, afternoon WHERE; RRC RATING; TBD but maybe language
Eleven days. He'd been reoccurred - or whatever you wanted to call it - for eleven days. Eleven days of knowing he'd died and spontaneously come back, along with tons of other formerly dead people. Benjy thought he understood the basics of it by now. He put up with the first examination, read the list of rules, and generally tried to deal with the fact that there was 24 years of stuff for him to learn about. The lessons were one thing he actually appreciated about the rehabilitation situation, but aside from that, it kind of felt like prison. A comfortable prison, not at all like Azkaban, but a prison nonetheless.
With no work to keep him busy, no property of any kind to tend to, and no family, Benjy was going stir crazy. He was so used to being constantly on the move and was definitely not built for idleness. This abrupt change in lifestyle was not sitting well with him. So what else could he do but take up exercising? The very least he could say about this place was that he was at least allowed outside, and Benjy was going to take full advantage of that opportunity whenever the weather allowed. At least running laps outside was a somewhat constructive use of his time.
Dressed in a loaned set of workout clothing that didn't fit him properly, Benjy finally slowed to a jog and then stopped not far from the entrance to the building. He stretched for a bit and drank some water, not in any rush to head back inside. He still had to catch his breath, after all.