Atlas Gym - Friday
Atlas had seen Rose in better moods as she stomped through her duties at the gym. It wasn't anything in particular bugging her. Just the fact that according to radio all sorts of people's dead friends and family had come to the island to visit them, and Rose, who normally hoped that the ghosts would stop coming after her, was left wondering what the fuck. So, you know, no big.
There wasn't really anything to do at the front desk which left Rose spending her day training. Even though a 5am text had canceled formal training today, she was in the mood to kick ass, especially that of the heavy bag that apparently needed to be taught several very violent lessons. Pummeling the bag was great. It kept her from wondering why Mason could visit her as a ghost but not in person. It kept her from wondering what was up with Dimitri being drunk last night and warning her off bees. Yes, not thinking about these things was very, very good.
Even if every few minutes she paused to glance out the doors to see if a sandy-haired boy in a green fleece pullover was out there. He might still come.
There wasn't really anything to do at the front desk which left Rose spending her day training. Even though a 5am text had canceled formal training today, she was in the mood to kick ass, especially that of the heavy bag that apparently needed to be taught several very violent lessons. Pummeling the bag was great. It kept her from wondering why Mason could visit her as a ghost but not in person. It kept her from wondering what was up with Dimitri being drunk last night and warning her off bees. Yes, not thinking about these things was very, very good.
Even if every few minutes she paused to glance out the doors to see if a sandy-haired boy in a green fleece pullover was out there. He might still come.