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Who: Gwen Cooper, anyone passing by
When: Late night
Where: Pool
What: Keeping herself occupied
Gwen eyed herself in the mirror. The bathing suit she located in one of the drawers was probably a size too small, and had a serious lack of fabric. Bikinis had never been her taste. But, she couldn't complain, all the vital parts were covered. On her way out, Gwen plucked a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped it tightly around her midsection. Gwen run-walked from her door, which she locked behind her, to the lift and pressed the call button. She hopped from foot to foot, feeling increasingly embarassed to be dressed the way she was.
As soon as the lift pinged and the doors slid open just enough, Gwen squeezed though and hit the 'door close' button a few times. She didn't know why she was so nervous, she hadn't seen another living person since she got there, with the exception of Owen.
On the main floor, Gwen scooted out and headed to the pool, which was, of course, devoid of all other life. "Good." She tossed her towel on a nearby lounge and leapt into the water. Oh, it felt good! Floating on her back, Gwen began the backstroke; with each kick of her leg, she tried her hardest to forget the worry that ate away at her insides.
When: Late night
Where: Pool
What: Keeping herself occupied
Gwen eyed herself in the mirror. The bathing suit she located in one of the drawers was probably a size too small, and had a serious lack of fabric. Bikinis had never been her taste. But, she couldn't complain, all the vital parts were covered. On her way out, Gwen plucked a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped it tightly around her midsection. Gwen run-walked from her door, which she locked behind her, to the lift and pressed the call button. She hopped from foot to foot, feeling increasingly embarassed to be dressed the way she was.
As soon as the lift pinged and the doors slid open just enough, Gwen squeezed though and hit the 'door close' button a few times. She didn't know why she was so nervous, she hadn't seen another living person since she got there, with the exception of Owen.
On the main floor, Gwen scooted out and headed to the pool, which was, of course, devoid of all other life. "Good." She tossed her towel on a nearby lounge and leapt into the water. Oh, it felt good! Floating on her back, Gwen began the backstroke; with each kick of her leg, she tried her hardest to forget the worry that ate away at her insides.