Atlas Gym - Wednesday
Beka was in a good mood when she got to the gym that morning. She'd been to New York (and caught a pick pocket), she'd spoken to Jonothon and her classes had been interesting. So far, the new semester had been going well enough.
She made certain everything was in order afore she retrieved her baton which she'd brought with her from the dorms. It wasn't a sword or some complicated martial arts, but it was the weapon of a Dog and she needed to practise.
[OCD-free, I'm too lazy.]
She made certain everything was in order afore she retrieved her baton which she'd brought with her from the dorms. It wasn't a sword or some complicated martial arts, but it was the weapon of a Dog and she needed to practise.
[OCD-free, I'm too lazy.]