You. Better. Work.

[Atara Themis]

Stereotypes were every where, the modeling world was no different. Everyone had the image of the emaciated young girl who didn't eat stuck in there heads when they watched the thin closet hanger shapes walk down the runway or posing in ads. In some cases the stereotype fit. Somewhere was a model eating lemon juice soaked cotton balls to curb hunger pains. Atara Themis refused to fall into that category. She loved to eat, there was nothing like a fresh grilled nerfsteak on a summer afternoon, and she paid for every ounce. Baros Sal-Soren didn't want some plump round thing advertising his clothes, well unless it became an vogue.

Already at a size 4 dress size, Atara was pushing the industry maximum. The Alderaani didn't want to go over not did she want to go under. Like a boxer, she fought an endless struggle to maintain weight. She was in the middle fight at the current moment. Dressed in a hot pink work out number, courtesy of Glitterstim, exposed arms and legs glistened in sweat. Strands of brown hair stuck her forehead, and her face was crunched in heavy determination.

The Alderaani's arms where fire, figuratively of course. It quick repetition she pumped them up and down, theheavy battle ropes she was holding waving with each moment. Oblivious to those around her, she kept on until her arms could take no more. A brief respite, a drink of water, and she was back it. Luckily this gym on Empress Teta was full of hard bodies and she fit in quite casually. She wasn't one of the new faces of Glitterstim, just another girl working out.

 

[Sed Frieder]

Sed didn't know where he was or whats he was doing. His vision was fuzzy and his hearing was splotchy. It was to be the last time he trusts some smirk grinned smuggler. Sed didn't go out on the town that much and he definitely didn't drink, somethings he had probably just done. After waiting a second he could tell that there was a person in front of him, a woman maybe? His vision was still in disfunction. He could hear metal being moved, like a shipyard or a gym? Nevertheless he needed to find out what was going on.

Sed asked the figure,

"Where am I? What planet is this?"

[member="Atara Themis"]

 

[Atara Themis]

Another repetition in and Atara's arm where shot. A break was called for before she moved to another upperbody exercise. She hated upperbody day, being more a leg day kinda gal. She never forgot leg day. Dropping the ropes, Atara rested her forearms on top her head taking a moment to catch her breathe. She had heard the voice behind her, but being new to Empress Teta herself, she dismissed it thinking it directed to someone else.

The second question though? It was a bit odd and came from directly behind her. Atara turned, puzzled and looked at Sed with an arched brow. Bewilderment turned into worry in an instant as the guy didn't look so good. Or dressed for the gym. Her first instinct was to back away, stranger danger and all that, but for one reason or the other, she was inclined to help. Reaching out, she placed a left hand softly on his shoulder. Concerned eyes, the most blue of blues peered into Sed's.

"Are you ok sir?"

[member="Sed Frieder"]

 

[Sed Frieder]

When he heard a reply, Sed's emotions quickly changed to thankfulness,

"No, or I don't think so, my vision is blurry, I can barely hear, and I still have no idea where I was or where I am now."

Sed could feel the gentle hand on his shoulder, it made what he now realized aching body feel almost not as bad. And although he could hardly see, the color of the eyes were still visible. It made Sed feel a little less nervous about the situation.

[member="Atara Themis"]