Gilda worked out often, she had to keep herself fit, it was part of her self control and how she maintained her stern grip on the illusion that was her life. If she could stay healthy on the outside then everything else would follow. She had just been distracted the last month and had allow herself to fall out of practice, making excuses to herself about why she didn't have to work out right then and there, things like not having her workout clothes, the danger posed by the inmates, any number of things.
Eventually it had gone far enough and she arrived to the gym with a look of grim intent, finding a spot away from everyone else to start warming up, flexing her muscles one after the other and taking off her lethally high heels, she would have to work out in her bare feet but needs must while the devil drive.
She enjoyed exercise, it permitted her to zone out, to go to a place where there was only the pain of the actions and the burn of the acid building in her muscles to contend with. She looked forward to it as she worked the tightness out of her body bit by bit.
Perhaps she got a little too into it though.
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▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode.
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Once she was warmed up she was ready to go and deciding today to take up the jump rope, the fetched it from the supplies, giving it a slightly concerned look as she automatically found her doctor's mind glancing across the various ways it could be used by a vulnerable patient to hurt themselves.
She worried quite a bit more than she liked to admit lately about how limited they were in their ability to really treat the individuals who needed help and medication to get through the day and the compounded stress of the situation they all found themselves in.
If she was honest she worried about herself too.
"200...201...202" she counted aloud, but the fact of the matter was she was distracted and couldn't really find her groove. There was no zoning out, only pushing herself harder than she really should have before heading back to the cell feeling even more anxious than she had felt before.
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▐▐ CHARACTER'S NAME>>Gilda Farrel ▐▐ CHARACTER'S FACTION>>Prison ▐▐ CHARACTER'S JOURNAL>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S STATS>>[x] ▐▐ CHARACTER'S DESCRIPTION>> Tall and blonde with sleek curves and a very severe expression and disposition. Dressed impeccably despite the situation and apparently still in a rather businesslike mode.
