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Post by aloy alabama garvin on Dec 30, 2017 9:49:14 GMT -5
  Aloy had no idea what she was doing here. The incense in the room tickled her nose, and every time she was told to empty her mind and focus on her breathing she just wondered what she could have for lunch. Her mind kept going back to pizza, and at one point her stomach rumbled loud enough that she knew Puck could hear it next to her. It was her cousin’s fault she was here. Puck had insisted that the yoga class would be beneficial to the law student who needed some relaxation. Never mind that Aloy worked as a spa receptionist and had a staff discount on massages and treatments if she wanted them, apparently nothing was going to beat going with the Brainiac Puck to an early morning class of bendy hippies. If given the choice, Aloy would rather be in her bed, floating in a dreamland of weird fantasies and luxuries that may never be hers. It was too early to be up and out. Even her own bad gym habits were evening ones.
It might be surprising to look at the aspiring human rights lawyer and see a keen MMA fighter, but Aloy was that type of girl. She was an opinionated firecracker. She would try anything at least once, and wasn’t afraid of bumps or bruises. She chased what she believed in, and would easily square up to someone twice her size if she disagreed with them. The MMA hobby was new, purely an interest that burnt away at her frustrations without getting her into too much trouble that could damage her future. She kept it quiet only because of her cousins; she really wasn’t in the mood to hear all about how she was supposed to do better, act better, and be something more than she was. Their whole family acted like they were this perfect picture, when in reality they were this colossal mess barely holding itself together with some PVA glue and safety pins. There were times when Aloy thought she was the only one who saw it, and she was too angry and afraid to broach the subjects with her cousins, even if they were closer than anything and living in the same city for that very reason.
Aloy was relieved when the class came to an end. Relaxed she did not feel. Stretched out maybe, but not relaxed. She didn’t think relaxed was really a state of being for her. Still, she just smiled at Puck, who had only meant well after all, and rolled up the mat she had borrowed from the taller blonde. Determined to get it into the large duffel bag she used for the gym, Aloy angled it and shoved some things around inside until it fit in with an awkward bulge at one corner, and tugged her water bottle free, choosing now to unpin her fading hair. She combed it through with her fingers, giving it the usual unkempt appearance she often left it in, and wiped her lips on the back of her arm. “Can I go back to bed now?” She asked, sighing when Puck just laughed and mentioned something about having a long day of work ahead of herself. Aloy didn’t think she was ready to be a grown up. Not if this was what was expected of her.
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TAGGED! Sailor Allister Stone
WORDS! 559!
OUTFIT! Difficult Doll!
LYRICS! Crack My Heart - - - Tonight Alive
NOTES! <3 <3 <3
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