Characters: Carmel and Wu
Setting: The Gym, Afternoon
Wu had woken to a strange feeling, albeit a familiar one. It was a low creep in his gut, an ache in the bullet scars along his side, a constant presence of weight draping over him. It was depression, something he'd grown used to in his two years of captivity, but never welcomed when it came.
It wasn't bad yet, not like he knew it could be, but still severe enough that he'd lurked in his room for most of the day. There was water, there were walls to stare at, and best of all? There were no others, who would doubtless be on edge around him now that the truth was out there. He hadn't expected anything else, either, but Wu felt like it would be worse to deal with their condemning stares than it would to simply be alone.
Restlessness had claimed him in time, though; he couldn't sulk in here all day if he knew the option to be elsewhere existed, and so Wu had left his room behind. He'd found the bar, briefly debating drinking his day away in the activity room, but his muscles whispered their own demands to be worked and maintained, pushing him through the courtyard and into the gym.
He'd have to request new clothes eventually, given that most of his current attire was professional and crisp. For now, though? Wu didn't need a shirt, and he'd left it hanging on a weight bench as he pushed himself through a set of closed-fist push-ups, scars and tattoos both showing starkly under a sheen of sweat.