Post by Eveline Redridge on Feb 22, 2015 23:47:20 GMT 10
(Theme Song: W.E.R.M. - Not Getting Clean
Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xhq9SMBiBNE)
Eveline Redrigde was lying down on the weight bench, pulling up and down the heavy weight. She clenched her teeth while pulling up. She wore her blond hair as a pony tail. She had knotted her white tank top and exposed her belly. Eveline disliked to have clothing sticking to her skin, because of the sweat. For the same reason, Eveline wasn't wearing her pants. She wore an 'borrowed' tight boxer with elastic-waist-belt instead. She also knotted her red-scarf around her waist. Eveline knew she couldn't sit here with her red lingerie, that would be too shocking for the most guys. Her pants was on the ground next to the weight bench, incase if someone demanded his underwear back.
Her arms began to shake and her muscles became stiff. It was an heavy exercise for her, maybe she had put on too much weight on it. She doesn't even know how much she had put in the first place. Eveline sets the weight back and breathed out a puff of air. She wiped her face with an 'borrowed' towel from another survivor. She smelled her armpits and frowned. This is the first place were she could wash her whole body, before she barely washed, if she could she mostly washed her face and hands when she were outside the Sanctuary. She did shaved her legs a couple of times with her scalpel and some shaving foam. Eveline stroked her legs, maybe it was time to shave them again, but she needs to 'borrow' some foam or cream from someone before she could shave them.
Eveline cracked her neck and relaxed her muscles. She glanced with her blue eyes to the windows. She hadn't really the change to talk with anybody. She was quite new here and she was the only one in the REC centre doing exercises. She felt happy she could do some real body training without getting hunted by zombies, but for some other reason she felt extremely bored. Eveline wondered if the Sanctuary survivors hold some zombie hunt events. The world isn't getting clean on it's own. The world needs to be washed with rotting or fresh blood, just how Eveline likes it. Eveline smiled sinister and she grabbed her mouth to hide her smile. No one needs to know, what she's thinking deep inside.
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Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xhq9SMBiBNE)
Eveline Redrigde was lying down on the weight bench, pulling up and down the heavy weight. She clenched her teeth while pulling up. She wore her blond hair as a pony tail. She had knotted her white tank top and exposed her belly. Eveline disliked to have clothing sticking to her skin, because of the sweat. For the same reason, Eveline wasn't wearing her pants. She wore an 'borrowed' tight boxer with elastic-waist-belt instead. She also knotted her red-scarf around her waist. Eveline knew she couldn't sit here with her red lingerie, that would be too shocking for the most guys. Her pants was on the ground next to the weight bench, incase if someone demanded his underwear back.
Her arms began to shake and her muscles became stiff. It was an heavy exercise for her, maybe she had put on too much weight on it. She doesn't even know how much she had put in the first place. Eveline sets the weight back and breathed out a puff of air. She wiped her face with an 'borrowed' towel from another survivor. She smelled her armpits and frowned. This is the first place were she could wash her whole body, before she barely washed, if she could she mostly washed her face and hands when she were outside the Sanctuary. She did shaved her legs a couple of times with her scalpel and some shaving foam. Eveline stroked her legs, maybe it was time to shave them again, but she needs to 'borrow' some foam or cream from someone before she could shave them.
Eveline cracked her neck and relaxed her muscles. She glanced with her blue eyes to the windows. She hadn't really the change to talk with anybody. She was quite new here and she was the only one in the REC centre doing exercises. She felt happy she could do some real body training without getting hunted by zombies, but for some other reason she felt extremely bored. Eveline wondered if the Sanctuary survivors hold some zombie hunt events. The world isn't getting clean on it's own. The world needs to be washed with rotting or fresh blood, just how Eveline likes it. Eveline smiled sinister and she grabbed her mouth to hide her smile. No one needs to know, what she's thinking deep inside.
(382)