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Post by Winston Charles Bakersfie on Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:39 pm

Winston and Vesta had been back at the Inn for a while now. Once they had left the goblin tea party, they made pretty good time, and were safely snuggled into their respective rooms. Well he did not know that for sure, but he was bunkered down in his room and he had left Vesta and Blink at her door. He then had went on to his own room, to fall into his bed, and get the rest of his sleep. He had not removed his all black clothing nor had he done much else besides close the door and fall into his bed.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt more refreshed then the night before, which was not much of a surprise. After taking a long, hot shower, he got dressed for the day and went on an adventure of exploring the Inn. He did not do to much exploring before stopping in the room with the tv, and plopping himself on the couch, and worked on getting his tv watching caught up.

The day’s passed, with him going to the gym to work out, then a quick shower and more tv. He did randomly connect with back home, for work purposes. His mind a million miles away from his obligations. The person he left in charge of the office, kept calling and leaving emails, wanting to know when he was coming back, if he planned on coming back. If he had moved or what. It was a thought, had he decided that he wanted to stay here? He came here with one reason, and that did not work out, so nothing was really holding him here, was it? He knew something was keeping him here, even if he wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself. And it was not the same reason that brought him either.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and Winston took some time to think, he had not much else to do, as he had caught the flu. Thankfully it was only a 24 hour bug, and he was up, freshly showered, and on his way to the gym in the inn. Once he reached the gym, he did not go to the locker room. He was dressed in a pair of black loose shorts with a drawstring waist and a black wife beater, a orange towel was rolled and hung around his neck. His hair was pretty much flat with a few random spikes even though he did not put any product in it.

Making his way over to the weight lifting bench he put some weights on the bar, knowing his limit, so he did not need a spotter for this limit. Moving to lay upon his back on the bench wiggling until he was in the right position, then grabbing the bar with both hands, he began to do sets of ten. Warming up.
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