Atlas Gym - Tuesday

[guardianborn]

Rose had hoped the result of a good night's sleep uninterrupted by fire drill or chocolate rain would be the disappearance of the headache that kept lurking at the back of her skull. She'd also hoped that whatever else happened, she'd stop seeing the odd flickers of black out of the corner of her eyes every time she turned her head.

These hopes, as it turned out, were invalid.

The situation left Rose annoyed and mildly pissy as she went through the normal gym chores. Jessi stopped by to taunt and got a soaked cleaning rag whipped at her head for her troubles.

It was a good day at the gym.