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Mall Life

Gym

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a part of Mall Life, by JennyHeart.

Where you can come to work out and keep fit in your spare time.

JennyHeart holds sovereignty over Gym, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Gym

Where you can come to work out and keep fit in your spare time.

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Character Portrait: Hazel King Character Portrait: Snow
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Snow


Sweat dripped down Snow's forehead as he ran on the treadmill. His legs burned deliciously and his heart rate increased. His breathing was ragged while his mind was hazed in exhaustion and determination. He increased the speed of the machine, forcing his legs to move faster. His body was aching, but he welcomed the pain, knowing that this hard work would pay off in the end. As his body endured its workout, Snow began to think. Running was something that he could count on, it gave him a chance to sort through his memories and figure out what was reality and what was his imagination.

His mind drifted to the only memory that truly mattered: his first day.

The chill of the night was what woke him from his deep slumber. It was dark when Snow opened his bright eyes, save for the light of the flickering street light. He blinked with confusion evident in his face as he slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position. He leaned against that cold brick wall, fear building up inside of him like thick smothering smoke. Panic. He stared at his hands, seeing the cuts there along with the tattered clothes that barely hung on his body. His head was pounding, throbbing in time with his beating heart.

"God," he muttered hoarsely. "Where...am I?"

It was at that moment that he heard it: the sound of footsteps, creeping towards him. He turned his head, facing the other side of the alley. A woman was inching towards him with blood covering her clothes and her dark hair caked with dirt. Her eyes were locked onto him before a crazed smile stretched onto her face. She then sped towards him as she screamed like a banshee, her eyes were demanding blood.


Snow snapped back into reality, his legs moving at the speed of light on the treadmill. He turned it off before slowing to a stop. His breathing was labored and sweat drenched his body. He walked over to his bottled water and towel, taking a hardy gulp then wiping his forehead and bare chest of sweat. He sat down on the floor, catching his breath while staring at the wall blankly. That was all he remembered. Not his name. Not his family. Just the fact that a crazed bitch tried to kill him. That was all he needed to know...that was all he needed to survive.

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Character Portrait: Ashley Stoke Character Portrait: Snow
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Ashley made her way back to the mall. She hadn't gone far from her post, not that it would have mattered since she was in charge of security anyways. Though she relied on her second more than she probably should, but she had her reasons to. Thinking of her second, and also her roommate apparently, she remember that she still needed to assign the other person for night watch. Luckily she had already signed someone up for the first watch, and she was taking the second shift, but she still needed to ask someone to take the third. Each shift ran for about two and a half hours, unless someone was really tired or- like her -couldn't sleep at all and stayed longer than they were supposed too. Usually people had no problems taking the shift after hers, because she ended up not having to wake them at all.

She didn't really know when her insomnia started, she just knew that she couldn't sleep unless she was passed out from exhaustion. Her brother used to tease her about it too, because they would find her dead-asleep in the most random places. Like on the kitchen floor or even in school. It wasn't her fault though. While most people tended to be mono-thinkers, she considered herself a poly-thinker. Her mind never stopped going, and it completely prevented her from getting any sleep. This also caused her to have dark circles under her eyes and she had completely lost the playful bounce in her step that she used to possess. Not to mention that when she actually did get to sleep, she was usually awake a half hour later from nightmares. So she just kept herself up until she was so tired that she- well -dropped.

Finding Snow in the gym wasn't a big surprise. Though, finding him without a shirt was a very nice surprise for Ash. Shaking her head, she silently scolded herself. They were in the middle of a- sort of -war. Approaching cautiously, she leaned down enough to gentle touch his shoulder before she dropped down next to him, folding her legs underneath her. "Hey S. You alright?", a single eyebrow was raised questioningly.

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Ashley stood. If there was any way she was going to face Snow tonight- without screaming or crying, that is -she was going to have to go blow off some steam. Quickly stripping off his shirt, she put on her own and slipped the same pair of black skinny jeans on from that morning. Stepping out of the room, she looked each way- as if looking to avoid cars, but this time it was to avoid people -before deeming it safe and escaping towards the nearest entrance. As she ran by she noticed the door was slightly ajar, and remembered it being shut tightly last time she passed it. There was not a doubt in her mind that this was where Snow had escaped too. It wasn't like he could really go far, with that limp he had.

After checking on each man on duty- and then doing some of her own scouting for Cranks -she returned back inside. For a moment she didn't know what to do- it wasn't like she had friends that she could scout out and go talk to. A few more minutes were spent thinking by the door, before she turned towards the direction of the gym. It wasn't a bad idea, back before the Cranks she used to go to the gym all the time- especially when she was arguing with any of her brothers. She reached her room in less than a minute, pulling on clothesthat would be easier to work out in. Then she went towards the gym, immediately getting on the treadmill and beginning to jog.