PNPC 1st Lieutenant Abryl Brown SFMC - Sandy
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Karen Morris
Dec 10, 2024, 11:28:48 PM12/10/24
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(( StarBase 118 – Deck 675 – Gym ))
Abryl hated her routine being messed up. When she headed to her usual gym, “Fit and Ripped,” that morning about 0700, it was closed. Not just closed for the day. Across the front of the large double-sized transparent doors of the gym were plastered four signs, each saying, “OUT OF BUSINESS” in bold red lettering. Abryl cocked her jaw and walked up to the windows. Placing the side of her hand against the glass … or was it transparent aluminum … either way, she placed the side of her hand against it to cut the glare from the harsh overhead lights that were found everywhere in the commercial sector. Using the shade she peered inside, and not only were the lights off and no one was inside, but all of the equipment had been removed overnight.
The 1st Lieutenant took a step back and swept her hand across the air as if she were swatting at a mosquito on the arm of a brawny marine. Had she made contact, her swing would have been hard enough to leave the arm of the person on the receiving end smarting. While she walked away, the 5’9” tanned and toned unjoined Trill walked away from the facility, wracking her brain to see if she could come up with an alternative. About ten steps away from her formerly favorite shop, she remembered hearing some scuttlebutt in the Corp locker rooms about a place that some of the non-comms liked to go show off. Something about Bumps and Curls….they said it was on level Oo What was it? oO It took her a minute to come up with 800. She was on 675 now. That would be a bit of a ride - making her incredibly late for her workout, but a partial workout would be better than none.
Twenty minutes and a smelly turbolift ride with a ripe Tellurite later, she walked down the corridor in the commercial sector. About sixty meters in front of her, she spotted “Bumps and Curls.” It very much looked like one of those boutique gyms there for showing off as much as for actually exercising. But as she had missed a good part of her workout time already, she relented to this really being her only choice for the moment.
She started with her usual twenty-minute run on one of the few machines they had. As her routine dictated, next, she found the leg machines. A good fifteen minutes on three different machines later, it was time for her upper body workout. After setting up the correct amount of weights on the bar, she sat on the bench press bench for a moment toweling off her face and breathing deeply. Just as she was getting ready to lay down on the bench, she heard someone call out.
Woolheater: Free spotter here…Good for what ails ya
Instead of lying down, she maintained the 45-degree angle she happened to be leaning back to and looked around for the body attached to the voice. She saw a tall, blonde, human male slowly making his way through the area.
Brynn: Hey Sandy.
Abryl called out, waving her towel to make her more visible The color of his hair and beard reminded her of sand on many of the beaches she had seen.
Woolheater: ?
Brynn: Yeah, you. What, dontcha like “Sandy?” ::A smirk crossed her lips.:: I could use a spotter.
Woolheater: ?
Brynn: If you were anyone else, I’d ask if you think you’re up for it. ::Pausing for a moment, her smirk still present.:: But somehow I don’t think I need to ask.
Woolheater: ?
~*~
Tags/TBC
~*~
LtJg Sasch Kreshkova
Helm
SB 118
OPSO240103SK2
Abryl hated her routine being messed up. When she headed to her usual gym, “Fit and Ripped,” that morning about 0700, it was closed. Not just closed for the day. Across the front of the large double-sized transparent doors of the gym were plastered four signs, each saying, “OUT OF BUSINESS” in bold red lettering. Abryl cocked her jaw and walked up to the windows. Placing the side of her hand against the glass … or was it transparent aluminum … either way, she placed the side of her hand against it to cut the glare from the harsh overhead lights that were found everywhere in the commercial sector. Using the shade she peered inside, and not only were the lights off and no one was inside, but all of the equipment had been removed overnight.
The 1st Lieutenant took a step back and swept her hand across the air as if she were swatting at a mosquito on the arm of a brawny marine. Had she made contact, her swing would have been hard enough to leave the arm of the person on the receiving end smarting. While she walked away, the 5’9” tanned and toned unjoined Trill walked away from the facility, wracking her brain to see if she could come up with an alternative. About ten steps away from her formerly favorite shop, she remembered hearing some scuttlebutt in the Corp locker rooms about a place that some of the non-comms liked to go show off. Something about Bumps and Curls….they said it was on level Oo What was it? oO It took her a minute to come up with 800. She was on 675 now. That would be a bit of a ride - making her incredibly late for her workout, but a partial workout would be better than none.
Twenty minutes and a smelly turbolift ride with a ripe Tellurite later, she walked down the corridor in the commercial sector. About sixty meters in front of her, she spotted “Bumps and Curls.” It very much looked like one of those boutique gyms there for showing off as much as for actually exercising. But as she had missed a good part of her workout time already, she relented to this really being her only choice for the moment.
She started with her usual twenty-minute run on one of the few machines they had. As her routine dictated, next, she found the leg machines. A good fifteen minutes on three different machines later, it was time for her upper body workout. After setting up the correct amount of weights on the bar, she sat on the bench press bench for a moment toweling off her face and breathing deeply. Just as she was getting ready to lay down on the bench, she heard someone call out.
Woolheater: Free spotter here…Good for what ails ya
Instead of lying down, she maintained the 45-degree angle she happened to be leaning back to and looked around for the body attached to the voice. She saw a tall, blonde, human male slowly making his way through the area.
Brynn: Hey Sandy.
Abryl called out, waving her towel to make her more visible The color of his hair and beard reminded her of sand on many of the beaches she had seen.
Woolheater: ?
Brynn: Yeah, you. What, dontcha like “Sandy?” ::A smirk crossed her lips.:: I could use a spotter.
Woolheater: ?
Brynn: If you were anyone else, I’d ask if you think you’re up for it. ::Pausing for a moment, her smirk still present.:: But somehow I don’t think I need to ask.
Woolheater: ?
~*~
Tags/TBC
~*~
LtJg Sasch Kreshkova
Helm
SB 118
OPSO240103SK2
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