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Who: Senji & ANYONE
When: Third day, afternoon.
Where: Fitness center
Warnings: Senji possibly being in muscle-head mode
Mister Kiyomasa Senji had found his way to what he believed to be the best room in the entire prison. Why- you ask? Simply, because it had everything he would ever need. Weight lifting, exercising, training, you name it. He was in heaven. He quickly walked into the room and felt as though he wasn't in prison, but rather back at the precinct training as usual. Earlier he had just purchased a new set of clothing from the CP shop- consisting of a jacket, pants, boots, the essentials. He had ditched a shirt, so he could show off his muscles to everyone around the place.
He took off his jacket and hung it on one of the racks near the back of the room, before turning around and scoping out the area. A huge grin plastered on his face. Senji then walked forward, lifted a wear and had a nostalgic feeling washed over him.
"Dead center"
When: Third day, afternoon.
Where: Fitness center
Warnings: Senji possibly being in muscle-head mode
Mister Kiyomasa Senji had found his way to what he believed to be the best room in the entire prison. Why- you ask? Simply, because it had everything he would ever need. Weight lifting, exercising, training, you name it. He was in heaven. He quickly walked into the room and felt as though he wasn't in prison, but rather back at the precinct training as usual. Earlier he had just purchased a new set of clothing from the CP shop- consisting of a jacket, pants, boots, the essentials. He had ditched a shirt, so he could show off his muscles to everyone around the place.
He took off his jacket and hung it on one of the racks near the back of the room, before turning around and scoping out the area. A huge grin plastered on his face. Senji then walked forward, lifted a wear and had a nostalgic feeling washed over him.
"Dead center"