: base camp : strongcst
Ⓢ➑➌-➋ Ξ breathing HEAVY. sweat t r i c k l i n g down her forehead. her arms were raised at about shoulder height, palms outward, facing the gigantic metal containers that she had been instructed to move.
( you can do this, sue. just... FOCUS. )
her eyelashes f l u t t e r e d down, shutting her tired eyes as she did her BEST to collect her agitated thoughts. chest rising one last time before every muscle in her body flexed up && mustered enough STRENGTH to move only three of the seven containers.
...fail...
caramel orbs inspected the three semi-crumpled rectangles && their superficial scratch marks on the concrete floor below. she’d TRY again tomorrow; she just didn’t have the ENERGY necessary for her to do what was asked of her.
leaving the practically empty space while wiping off the beads of sweat from her face she entered the hall && waited for the others to come back from their TRAINING sessions.
