South's been coming down to the training space more often than usual, lately; as often as she was back when North and her weren't talking when she first arrived, and for exactly the same reasons.
It's one of the quieter times of the day, when most of the other New Hires are busy doing other things—not everyone has a borderline addiction to running training, after all. She's only just arrived herself and she's ready to get warmed up, get into her routine, but she does a cursory glance over the room to see if Brand's around, as has sort of become a habit. Sometimes he's here and they can go a few rounds, sometimes he's off with Rune, it's a toss up.
He's not on the sparring mats, he's not around the exercise equipment, she doesn't hear anyone around the shooting range... alright, looks like she's on her own, today.
She only realises she's not when she's getting herself set up to do some lifting and sees the shape of someone hunkered away in the corner, behind one of the storage racks. Brow wrinkling, she sets down the weights she was setting up and steps closer to try and get a better look.
"...Brand? What the fuck are you doing back— there..."
She trails off as she actually takes in what she's seeing, which is Brand, hiding in a corner, looking like he's having some kind of breakdown. Oh. Shit. What the fuck.
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South's been coming down to the training space more often than usual, lately; as often as she was back when North and her weren't talking when she first arrived, and for exactly the same reasons.
It's one of the quieter times of the day, when most of the other New Hires are busy doing other things—not everyone has a borderline addiction to running training, after all. She's only just arrived herself and she's ready to get warmed up, get into her routine, but she does a cursory glance over the room to see if Brand's around, as has sort of become a habit. Sometimes he's here and they can go a few rounds, sometimes he's off with Rune, it's a toss up.
He's not on the sparring mats, he's not around the exercise equipment, she doesn't hear anyone around the shooting range... alright, looks like she's on her own, today.
She only realises she's not when she's getting herself set up to do some lifting and sees the shape of someone hunkered away in the corner, behind one of the storage racks. Brow wrinkling, she sets down the weights she was setting up and steps closer to try and get a better look.
"...Brand? What the fuck are you doing back— there..."
She trails off as she actually takes in what she's seeing, which is Brand, hiding in a corner, looking like he's having some kind of breakdown. Oh. Shit. What the fuck.