Luciana Rojas

Luciana “Lucy” Rojas || Lindsey Morgan

thirty. personal trainer @ scotty’s. tupelo native. ( left from 18-26 ) 

melina tilted her head to one side, “why are people afraid to train with you?” she could see that people might think she was intimidating or something but she didn’t think that the girl would do anything for real. “no, i stay at the moon motel. i haven’t found anywhere permanent yet.” 

Lucy shrugged her shoulders, “I can be a bit intense,” she admitted, her tongue slipping across her lips. “I mean, people get results but not exactly everyone’s cup o’tea to be pushed past their limits.” She told the woman, nodding her head. “If you plan on stickin’ around, get out of that motel quick. It’s no place for someone as pretty as you to be stayin’.” 

“I swear if mom calls me one more time asking for money this week I am going to absolutely lose it,” she slid into the seat next to DJ, grateful her brother could meet for a drink. “I mean, I’ve already lost my mind, but whatever, you know what I mean,” she quickly ordered a tequila shot, needed to wash down the feelings, “Okay, sorry, rant over.” She tossed back the shot mere seconds after it appeared in front of her, “Did I miss anythin’ good happening at the Monster Bash this year? No fights?” Lucy asked, a bit disappointed by the idea.

“Thank you, thank you. You did too, but that ain’t no surprise.” Audery laughed as she checked her hair in her mirror. “It’s really a cliché what is said about men with big egos so I won’t bother to say it outloud but we all know it’s a universal truth.” Most of them spent more time looking at their muscles in the mirror than actually working out and that was a huge turn off for Audrey so she couldn’t even check them out and consider to ask them for a drink. “Since yours it’s the hottest ass, I’m not ditching ya’ tonight, I’m hundred per cent down to get some drinks. I’m always ready to go out.” She grinned.  “Where d’ya feel like goin’?”

Lucy nodded her head in agreement. “Oh it absolutely is the truth. I’ve had my fair share of previews when then men think wearing short shorts is cute. It’s not. If it don’t come out when you squat, what’s the point?” Her brow raised, tipping her head back as she laughed loudly. “I mean, honestly, the shit men and even some women try to pull at the gym. I cringe on the daily,” Lucy admitted to her, shaking her head. “I knew there was a reason we are friends,” she teased her, “Bob and Ringos? I just don’t think I can handle another night of being forced to watch people two step at the Swinging Door.”

melina lifted her shoulders up in a shrug, “i honestly can’t remember the last time i even put on roller skates so i can’t say i am. are you?” she asked, tilting her head. at least if she met someone who was, maybe she could go and watch them. it’d be more entertaining than hanging out in her motel room. “oh, you know, i just needed change.”

 “Worth a shot,” she shrugged her shoulders before shaking her head, “God no,” a small laugh left her lips at the thought. A scoff really. “People are afraid to train with me here at the gym, can’t imagine they want me out on skates with them. Or maybe they would,” at least she would be tough in the rink. Lucy nodded her head, “You’re not stayin’ at those apartments down off second street are you? The landlord there is a scum bag.” 

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It wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that he ended up meeting someone in the gym, that he made a friend in there. He worked out a lot, so it was bound to happen at some point, especially when he was someone as friendly as he was, he tended to make friends in the most unusual situation, so why wouldn’t it happen in a gym. He had just finished doing some exercises, when he saw Lucy, the so called person he met at the gym,  “Hey! Just finished lifting a few weights, today was arm day.”

Lucy met a lot of people at the gym. Some made impressions with her and others did not. Amelio was one of the ones that did - only because he was rather soft looking and yet, the man was persistent in his work outs and it secretly impressed her. And not in a romantic or attractive way. Lucy merely appreciated a person that knew how to put themselves to the test. “Great form out there,” she commented with a small smile. Anyone that knew Lucy knew that she wasn’t exactly the friendliest face in the bunch but, she tried not to be a total bitch all of time. “You put some of those other guys to shame.”

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CLOSED

Polly Foxx had hiked to the top of Pjaynemo. She’d swam with jellyfish in Palau, gone rafting in Nova Scotia and discoed across the Great Wall of China. Yet somehow a stationary bike was proving to be the most strenuous activity ever endured in history. Polly couldn’t be certain how long she’d been pedaling for her life on the monstrous machine but her calves were beginning to feel like separate entities struggling to detach from her body. Her vision was swimming, the world seeming to tilt as she swayed from one side to the other. Approximately ten minutes passed since she’d mounted the bike but Polly was beginning to consider she’d entered into some strange pocket dimension where time ceased to exist. The words of stoic encouragement from the olive skinned beauty beside her fell on deaf ears and the only articulated jumble of words Polly could utter to describe her discomfort was as follows. “I think I’m going to throw up” 

Polly halted her immobile progression and flung her haggard body to the rubber mat below, rolling onto her back to heave mouthfuls of needed oxygen into her lungs. “Whatever I did in my former life to deserve this hellfire I’d like to formally repent” she wheezed, limbs flung out into a starfish position. “You are a gloriously toned Amazonian goddess of athleticism and I am just a jelly sack of bones and organs. Have mercy on me, please”

Taking on new clients was a form of entertainment for the woman. Most of them truly had no idea what they were getting into. It was clear as the woman on the bike was struggling but Lucy continued to shout words of encouragement at her. Keep going. You can do this. Faster now! She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a mere ten minutes passing before the brunette dramatically flung herself to the mat. Her brow raised as she watched the woman’s chest rise and fall in heightened pace. “No such thing as mercy on my watch.” She told her, raising a brow at her in that moment. “No other trainer around here is going to give you what you need to make it.” Lucy didn’t imagine that the newbie would be coming back to her training sessions but it rarely offended the woman. “Here,” she reached into her bag and set down a bottle of water next to the woman, “keep hydrated and make sure to do some stretching so your muscles don’t cramp up.”

Romeo stood there, he hated the place when it was busy because he couldn’t have his time alone and he was just being stressed right there. But since it was busy he was going to have to enjoy his time with someone else. He looked over at the girl for a moment who was sitting at the table he had asked to sit at. He looked over at her and smiled as he took a seat and smiled, “Just a little, which is annoying. Sorry that I just got in the way of your alone time.” 

Lucy’s shoulders lifted in a shrug, “Not a big deal,” she hadn’t really needed to sit down inside the restaurant to eat. Could have taken the meal home and plopped herself down in front of the television but at the time, it hadn’t been that busy. “I must have got here just in time,” she commented, glancing up at the crowd around them, “I swear it wasn’t that busy when I came in and sat down.” She admitted to him. “Just gettin’ off work?”

“You kicked ass in there today,” Lucy looked over her shoulder as she finished changing in the locker room. “It actually is fantastic to have another woman to train with. Those men out there?” She jerked her thumb toward the gym, “God, I swear their egos are bigger than ever before this year.” Lucy shook her head before rolling her eyes, “Honestly, it’s exhausting dealing with them all day,” but Lucy enjoyed the hell out of her job. “Are we gettin’ a drink after this or what?” Her brow raised with the question, “Or you plan on ditching me for some hot piece of ass?”

“Alright, for a man of your,” Lucy paused, trying not to be insensitive over the matter, “age,” a teasing smile tugged at the corner of her lips, “Did you end up at the Monster Bash? Or is that just really not something older people get into?” Lucy was curious, as this was one of the first years she didn’t attend herself, finding herself feeling under the weather. “I would have gone but these damn allergies,” her eyes rolled back, “figured it wasn’t worth the hassle to feel like shit in public.”

melina almost wondered if he’d made a mistake when the girl scoffed and she pursed her lips in response. she was preparing herself for an awkward exit because she felt as if she wasn’t going to have to make up excuse to get out of this. she hoped not. “i’ll drink here and there but it’s not exactly a hobby.” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. “i guess that’s why i came to the gym. it was something to do other than get drunk. maybe i’ll just have to go out and have a look around one day.” which, she had yet to do. she spent most of her time locked in her motel room. “it’s nice to meet you. i’m melina.”

Lucy shrugged her shoulders. No, drinking wasn’t exactly a normal hobby but she swore it was the hobby of quite a few residents at the end of the day. As for her, it depended on the type of day she was having. “You a roller derby girl? They’ve got a team for that,” she offered as another suggestion. Lucy often debated it but people were already off put by the brunette’s temper, “What brings you to good ole Tupelo, Melina?”