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Who: Belgium (flanders_fields), Spain (wolf_peaches), anyone who wants to join in
What: Workout time after making so much French fries and waffles
When: Late afternoon
Where: Basement tennis court
Rating: None!
Belgium had explored just about every area she could get to in the Sanctuary so far, saving the best for last: the basement, which she knew housed an exercise area. Quite a thing for a hospital, but a good sign -- so they weren't all meant to stay cooped up in their rooms nursing their wounds. Hers included burns and scars around her upper chest and back, but it was nothing she couldn't deal with. As long as she minded those areas, she should be fine for some light exercise. She wanted to move around!
Her first inclination was the pool, the clear, glassy water beckoning her... there should be bathing suits for the patients, right? She headed into the changing rooms, searching lockers and shelves until she found the promised swimwear -- and something better. Belgium grabbed that instead, changing her clothes in a stall.
She emerged in a neat white tennis outfit, polo shirt, short skirt, and white laced shoes, flat and comfortable. So comfortable that she couldn't help skipping a little on her way to the indoor court. There she picked up a racket and a fuzzy tennis ball, bouncing it from the ground a few times. She smacked it against the brick wall, darting to hit it as it flew back towards her. A crude method, but it would do for a single player.
What: Workout time after making so much French fries and waffles
When: Late afternoon
Where: Basement tennis court
Rating: None!
Belgium had explored just about every area she could get to in the Sanctuary so far, saving the best for last: the basement, which she knew housed an exercise area. Quite a thing for a hospital, but a good sign -- so they weren't all meant to stay cooped up in their rooms nursing their wounds. Hers included burns and scars around her upper chest and back, but it was nothing she couldn't deal with. As long as she minded those areas, she should be fine for some light exercise. She wanted to move around!
Her first inclination was the pool, the clear, glassy water beckoning her... there should be bathing suits for the patients, right? She headed into the changing rooms, searching lockers and shelves until she found the promised swimwear -- and something better. Belgium grabbed that instead, changing her clothes in a stall.
She emerged in a neat white tennis outfit, polo shirt, short skirt, and white laced shoes, flat and comfortable. So comfortable that she couldn't help skipping a little on her way to the indoor court. There she picked up a racket and a fuzzy tennis ball, bouncing it from the ground a few times. She smacked it against the brick wall, darting to hit it as it flew back towards her. A crude method, but it would do for a single player.