Thirty-Four
Gym Owner
I can't sleep when there's something to do
You spend your whole life dreaming and you wake up dead
It's a long night can I spend it with you
Cause you're oh so pretty when you stand on the edge
-'Hurricane' by Lord Huron
   hunter shrugged faintly, still a fan of the boots despite it. â i mean, some people are into that. â a smile breaking across her features as she nodded, â yeah, tonight was my third night there and it was pretty nice. â her smile faded slightly as she clear her throat, â soo.. are you going through it or just enjoying the night air? âÂ
âFair point.â Jen conceded. Thereâs something like relief when she hears itâs the womanâs 3rd time at the gym. It was a good reminder that she was letting herself get too worked up over some late bills. Some months were lean and money needed to be juggled. If she could make it to New Years, sheâd get that bump of new customers looking to keep their resolutions. âWell, I hope you come back.â she said, raking a hand through her hair and shrugging a shoulder. âI just decided to lose my cool for a moment. Sânothing a few rounds on the bag wonât fix.â Jen said, nodding her head in the direction of the gym.
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not even looking up to see who it is, moss takes the hand and is helped to her feet, taking a deep breath with her. âyeah,â she assures the other, though she has a slight pain in her nose and knows thereâll be some bruising. âiâm good,â she nods, trying to shake it off. the other running off after offering some choice words to moss. âidiotâŚâ she mumbles to herself, turning towards the woman with a grateful smile. âthanks,â moss nods, ârubbing her neck with her hand in a soothing massage. ânot sure what his deal was.â moss scrunches her nose and flinches slightly at the pain, then hissing in annoyance at it. âah, shitâŚâ she presses a finger to the bridge - probably not broken, but definitely hurt. âyou got anything cold?â she asks the stranger, grimacing.
Pulling the woman to her feet, Jen flipped her middle finger at the idiot whoâd been in her way as they ran off. âSome people just suck.â Jen offered up as a form of explanation. It wasnât exactly helpful and it wasnât a positive outlook, but sheâd found it to be truer and truer with every passing day. It looks like there was at least some damage to the womanâs nose, judging by how delicate she was being with her hands as she inspected it. At the question of having something cold Jen gave a sheepish shrug. âJust my general demeanor, Iâm afraid.â she said... and it was sort of a joke. âThereâs a coffee shop nearby. Iâm sure they could give you some. Do you know it or do you need me to show you?â she offered, wondering if it was possible that the woman had a concussion. It seemed like a possibility, and though Jen could never be confused with a good samaritan, she didnât want to see something bad happen to her.Â
aspen was on her lunch, the fun part of owning her own boutique was that she could come and go as she pleased. typically, aspen would never eavesdrop, but the woman was up against her shop and seemed to be upset. slowly she made her way to the woman, realizing she was the gym owner. aspen herself had only been there a handful of times. jen hadnât looked up nor acknowledged her before speaking. âRob you?â aspen replied with a chuckle. âpretty sure you could easily take me if i even tried.â she teased as she joined jen on the ground. she didnât know how to explain her presence or that she had heard the conversation. âyouâre the gym owner right?â she asked even though she knew the answer. but the women looked like she has been through it.Â
Jen tensed when the woman joined her on the ground. âYeah. Thatâs mine.â she said, trying to find some peace with that. She could have had nothing. Sheâd had nothing for a long time before the gym, and struggling or not it was hers. âSorry for snapping. Feels like everyone and their mother wants something from me today so, I figured if you were a criminal I could just save myself some time.â she said, her lips thinning. The womanâs face may have been familiar, but Jen couldnât place it. Even before all her blackouts and time lost to drinking sheâd been bad at putting names to faces. It wasnât the best trait when her job required regular customers. There were a whole lot of people who walked into them gym who received a âhey, youâ from her.
after browsing the gym, seeing what membership packages they offered, francesca had found herself lingering out front on her phone, fingers flying rapidly across the screen replying to her latest text message. she walked a few steps forward, eyes still trained down at her phone when she heard a voice speak up. she took a moment to absorb the other persons words before she spoke up. âWell-â she spoke up, putting a hand on her hip and shifting her posture in a dramatic way; âConsidering all I personally đłđŚđ˘đđđş have on my person is a stick of gum, itâs hard to say iâd get away with it anyway.â she looked down at the stranger, giving her a grin meant to convey she was only joking harmlessly. âunless youâre like, really intimidated by my minty fresh breath.â
Jen quirked her mouth in something that was about as close to a smile as she gave, and it was more to make it clear that she also meant no harm. âNot so much.â she said. âSorry for shouting. Just not having a great day.â Jen shrugged her shoulders and didnât both to elaborate. Glancing past the woman her eyebrows pulled together in a slight curiosity. âAre you cominâ from the gym?â
Andrej wasnât sure if Jen knew how grateful he was for her constantly putting up with his shit like this, especially now when he felt like he was close to spiralling out of control again. He was TRYING but god it was difficult. At least being here was proof he was trying because instead of opening another bottle, heâd grabbed his keys and walked here. He hadnât realised how cold he was until he was inside Jenâs apartment but he nodded at the suggestion of ice cream anyway. The coldness in his mouth would force him back into reality â or so he hoped. âIce cream sounds good. Maybe aspirin later.â He was beginning to feel slightly unbalanced now so he moved to sit down on the couch and sipped at the glass of water before putting it down and pulling his knees to his chest. âNothing in particular happened, I guess. The world is shit, Iâm a depressed mess and alcohol makes it better for a few hours until it doesnât.âÂ
Standing back up, Jen walked to the freezer. The pint of mint chocolate chip was missing a few spoonfuls but she didnât think Andrej would mind. Grabbing one of the three spoons she owned, she walked back and handed both to him. Arching an eyebrow at the idea of it making anything better, Jen sank back into her lumpy couch and twisted her arms across her chest. âYou know... this tends to work better if you hit me up before you head to the bar.â she said, and it wasnât a judgement or admonishment because she wouldnât take his small step forward and make him feel like shit for it. It was more of a reminder that she was here always. âDo you want to hit up a meeting with me tomorrow?â she asked, picking the remote back up and keeping her tone casual. âI can find one in the evening so you can sleep this off first, if you want.â she added, glancing over at him. Jen didnât offer him a smile. She never really smiled. Her life was not exactly happy, nor was she, but it belonged to her and she didnât plan on losing it to a bottle again. She wanted that kind of control for Andrej. It was a freedom she couldnât give, but she could try to help as he earned it for himself.
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Three in the morning and here he was, again. Andrej was just glad that Jen didnât mind it when he rocked up at her apartment at ridiculous times in the morning because god he always felt guilty every time, especially when he felt slightly drunk the way he did right now. He hesitated for a moment before knocking at the door and waiting, pushing his fingers through his hair as he tried his best to look somewhat put together, even though that was the exact opposite of what he was. When the door open, Andrej saluted and then gave Jen and stupid grin. âOh hey, fancy seeing you here. I guess I was just passing by in the neighbourhood and figured it would be a great opportunity to pop by and see my favourite person.â For a moment, he did jazz hands then finally stopped to chew at the inside of his lip before he let out a slow sigh. âSorry, Iâve been drinking again. Can we hang?â
The knock on the door startled Jen awake from where sheâd fallen asleep on her couch, remote still in hand. Before sheâd even registered that she was awake she was on her feet, remote raised like a weapon. It took a few deep breaths for her to remember she was in her apartment, and the sound wasnât someone coming to get her. Glancing at the clock on the stove and realizing what time it was, she had a pretty good idea who was at the door. She opened it, as she always did and then stepped aside to let him in all without saying a word. âDo you want some ice cream?â she offered, heading into the tiny kitchenette and pouring a glass of water for her middle of the night guest. âOr an aspirin?â she added on, walking back to her couch and handing Andrej the glass of water. She wanted to yell at him to get his shit together, that this wasnât helping him- but Jen thought it said something that he turned to her when he knew heâd fucked up. It wasnât always much, but it gave her some hope that maybe he could start again. âSomething happen?â she asked, settling back down on the couch and propping her feet on the old, stained coffee table sheâd picked up at a thrift shop.
Water rushes from her sweating bottle, parting her lips to take in the liquid in a large gulp. She brings the bottle down, tightening the lid as she continues down the sidewalk. It was later than normal for her daily gym trip, but it was a good workout and walking home seemed like a good idea until now when she was ready to collapse on the floor. Her paced slowed as she debated ordering an Uber to save her legs. It was until a voice came ringing through the darkness that she realized she had stopped walking when her attention was solely focused on her phone. Hunter couldnât help the chuckle that came out of her lips as she smiled at the women before her. â I wasnât planning on it, but.. â Her dark eyes ventured over the women, falling to her shoes before back up to the hues before her. â Those shoes are cute.â A teasing note lining her tone.
Jen snorted and glanced at her beat up boots. âYeah, theyâve really got that distressed look. Must be hard to resist.â she said with a sigh as she pushed herself back up to standing. Taking in the water bottle and general look of the person in front of her, she tipped her head to the side. âYou just come from the gym?â It was a saving grace that there werenât any competitors in the area. Jen had a feeling if someone opened up a yoga studio sheâd be fucked. She had ideas on improving the place, but those ideas werenât cheap. Until then, she just had to make sure people were coming in.
Even though he clearly didnât spend as much time at the gym anymore as he had back when he was still playing football, Benji still needed to work out once in a while to get his mind off things. When he left the gym tonight to head home, he hadnât come far, when he saw Jen sitting on the pavement with her back against the wall. Stopping next to her, he didnât even get to say anything though before she already started talking. âAnyone trying to rob you would be the most stupid idiot aroundâŚâ, Benji only replied with his eyebrows slightly raised as he waited to see whether Jen wanted to talk about whatever was going on.Â
"True.â Jen said, pointing towards the familiar voice before she swung her face around to give a small nod. âBut it feels like every single bill collector and their mother has been hitting me up lately. Wouldnât be shocked if they went and called some kind of bounty hunter on my ass.â she said. That was about as much as she was comfortable admitting to. There was no shame in struggling with bills, but she wanted to steer clear from any pity. Plus, it looked like Benji had just come from working out so it wasnât like he wasnât already doing her a solid just by being a member of the gym. Groaning slightly, she braced her hands on her knees and pushed herself back up to standing. âWhat are you up to?â she asked.
ivy had just finished her meeting with a new client that was looking for a new wedding planner as their old one flaked. normally she would have declined since the wedding was in a week but she liked a challenge - and distraction - so she agreed. thankfully, the venue was already set up with the date and she had to correlate with the caterers and decorators which seemed to be an easy task thus far. she headed back toward the house that she had rented when she saw someone ahead of her slide down to the ground. she had been there many times, she thought. as she approached, she let out a small laugh. âdonât worry, i donât feel like committing a crime today so youâre off the hook. you okay?â
Jen scrubbed her hands over her face and then raked them through her hair. âIâm good... just felt like being a dramatic.â she said. The bills, the stress- they were nothing new and nothing that was singular to her. The moment of weakness, the making a show of her stress in public was just salt in the wound and it was of her own making. Forcing a brief smile she nodded her chin towards the blonde. âSo what crimes do you commit when you do feel like it? Youâve got kind of an arson vibe.â Jen joked, more than happy to take the focus of herself.
moss was generally a patient person. she understood people made mistakes, sometimes they were in a rush, sometimes just having a bad day. she got it.Â
it was different, when she was averaging 19mi/hr on her run and so focused on her breathing that she doesnât notice when a body crashes into her, and sends her to the ground in a tumble. âshit!â she hisses as she lands on her back, instinctively rolling to her side and onto her knees as she tries to catch her breath. âdude,â she breathes, pulling her headphones from her ears, âwhat the hell?â she coughs out, rubbing dirt and concrete from her shoulders.Â
@moorbrookestartersâ
Running was a necessary part of Jenâs routine. It didnât make a difference if it was a morning run to start her day, a break from the gym, or one of her runs in the middle of the night when she couldnât sleep. Rain or shine, she always made sure to get a few miles in. The small accomplishment left her feeling better, clearer. She was glad sheâs started her run early today though. The weather had turned gorgeous; and every runner in town seemed to agree. Stepping to the side of the path, she began some stretches to help her body cool down and to keep her muscles from completely screaming at her later. She kept an eye on the trail, watching the people coming and going, wondering to herself if she should invest in more treadmills at the gym. The collision felt like it happened in slow motion. Someone who maybe wasnât as experienced, too busy setting up their bluetooth headphones and someone sprinting- the sound made Jen wince when body hit body. Taking a few quiet steps forward, she held out a hand to the faster of the two. âThat was nasty. You alright?â she asked.
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Dougie grinned pulling up into the parking space. Heâd been more than happy to let his friend borrow his truck to move a few things but he wasnât going to pass up the opportunity to borrow their bike in return. He couldnât help but consider getting his own. He was certain his brother would kill him but there was something about it that he found freeing. His head lifted as a shadow passed over the bike. âWhat do you think? Should I get one or does it seem like Iâm headed into midlife crisis range?âÂ
Jen needed a fix. She knew she shouldnât, knew it wasnât good for her but she couldnât help it. Ripping open the bag of sour gummy worms right there on the sidewalk before she walked back to the gym felt damn near sinful. It didnât help that this was going to have to tide her over until she shut down for the day. There wasnât enough time for her to take a proper lunch. Even this quick run to grab a snack felt like bad business. the hum of the engine has her looking up to admire the motorcycle, and the following question makes her snort quietly in a laugh. âNot to be morbid, but itâs only a midlife crisis if you actually live that long. Could just be a fun way to spend your money.â she said, popping another sour gummy worm into her mouth.
Jen looked down at her ringing phone and groaned before answering. Sheâd barely said âhelloâ before the collector on the other end began reminding her exactly how overdue her electric was and that she only had another week to get it cleared up. It was a song and dance she was familiar with. âIâm putting the check in the mail as we speak. Itâll get to you day after tomorrow.â she said, and for the most part she was telling the truth. There were checks inside the envelopes she was shoving into the mailbox, however she had put the electric in the one addressed to the gas company, while the gas bill would go to the electric company. Usually, the fact that they received a check at all, even if it was wrong, was enough good faith to buy her another week or two. When she finally got the person on the other end to hang up, she braced herself against the nearest wall outside of some shop up the road from the gym and just sank down to take a few deep breaths. Fucking bills. Sometimes she thought she preferred deployment. Hearing someone approach, Jen didnât bother looking up before she started talking. âIf youâre here to rob me, you can fuck off.â
JEN SLOANE( SHE/HER ) is a CIS FEMALE, THIRTY-FOUR year old OWNER OF RIPTIDE GYM who has been living in Moorbrooke for HER WHOLE LIFE. They were born on SEPTEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH and right now, they are currently residing in OAKLEY COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like ELIZA DUSHKU and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose HURRICANE by LORD HURON.
(tw: drugs, prison, war, violence)
Name: Jennifer Louise Sloane
Age: 34
Birthday: September 25th, 1988
Profession: Owner of Riptide Gym
Eyes: Brown
Sexuality & Pronouns: Straight & She/Her
Romantic Status:Â Happily Single
Zodiac: Libra sun, Pisces moon, Scorpio rising
Hair: Brown with a streak of Gray at the front and underneath
Height: 5'5
Tattoos:
One tribal tattoo on her upper right arm, the date of her release on her ankle
Scars:
The bullet scars are on her lower abdomen, right hip, left thigh above the knee and left shoulder.
There is a also a faint scar on the right side of her neck where her throat was almost cut.
+ Â Determined, Capable, Resourceful
- Detached, Impulsive, Bitter
Bio:
Jen grew up with loud parents and an annoying older sister. She never seemed to fit in with them. She had no real ambition in their eyes, she just wanted to do her thing and be left alone. In reality, they simply didnât agree with the way she wanted her life to look. At eighteen she moved out and joined the military, with the idea that she could serve some time and then afford to get a degree in criminal justice. It seemed like something that would let her travel, would maybe lead to something interesting. Instead she saw a lot of desert, a lot of blood, and a lot of death. When she came home, she tried to go back to something that seemed familiar, but life was different. Jen was different. She had a boyfriend who dumped her, parents that had retired to Florida and a know-it-all big sister who had moved to Arizona to get married and pop out babies with her attorney husband.
Jennifer spiraled. Hard. Drinking, drugs, sex. Anything to numb herself, to get to sleep, to wake up, to function. She began seeing a guy regularly and all they did was party. One morning, after a bender she woke up beside him on the couch. He never woke up. She was 24 years old and had never had a sterling reputation, meanwhile Trevor, had been the apple of his parentsâ eye. His family had money, status and privilege. She was taken to court, painted as the reason for his death and the real source of the drugs. The judge sentenced her to five years in prison. It was rough, but it afforded her the time to get clean.
Itâs been 4 years since she left prison, and she managed to rebuild her life and maybe even a bit of her reputation. Instead of pouring herself into partying, she works out and even runs the damn gym. The dream of being a cop is long gone, thanks to the felony on her record. Instead, sheâs an armchair investigator, studying true crime and pouring through chat rooms.
Personality:
Jennifer can be friendly. Personable. She doesnât hate people, not in the least. She loves people, she just gets sick of them easily. There is usually at least a few late bills sheâs bouncing between or a repair she needs to get ahead of, but she is weirdly grateful for something to throw her attention into. Itâs the quiet and calm that makes her uneasy. A little bit of crisis, of mayhem, feels safer to her somehow.