Rose vs The Gym [OTA, tag Oliver Wood]
Rose had been keeping quiet on the island. She was still torn about exchanging one prison world for another. Not that she was supposed to ever think of Pete's World like that. It was supposed to be home. Just like she was supposed to believe this place was home.
The only trick was she wasn't letting herself get settled enough to make friends. Why form attachments if you're only going to disappear again? She'd vanished from home, she'd vanished from Pete's World, and she had the inkling she'd vanished from here before. Something about how the girl that served her her chips everyday looked at her.
It was her beloved chips that's brought her to the gym. Rose was a Londoner through and through. She still had an British tan, and her body wasn't in the greatest shape. It wasn't conducive to a bikini, and lounging in the sun. Rose couldn't do anything about her skin without looking like an orange, but her fitness she could.
Just the sight of all the terribly fit people working out terrified her, and she stood awkwardly near one of the treadmills as she bit down on her lip. Running away from danger she could do, but running like this? She'd probably wind up falling down face first and being flung off the treadmill.
The only trick was she wasn't letting herself get settled enough to make friends. Why form attachments if you're only going to disappear again? She'd vanished from home, she'd vanished from Pete's World, and she had the inkling she'd vanished from here before. Something about how the girl that served her her chips everyday looked at her.
It was her beloved chips that's brought her to the gym. Rose was a Londoner through and through. She still had an British tan, and her body wasn't in the greatest shape. It wasn't conducive to a bikini, and lounging in the sun. Rose couldn't do anything about her skin without looking like an orange, but her fitness she could.
Just the sight of all the terribly fit people working out terrified her, and she stood awkwardly near one of the treadmills as she bit down on her lip. Running away from danger she could do, but running like this? She'd probably wind up falling down face first and being flung off the treadmill.