Still no roommate. Given the situation, and the fact she'd have to bunk with a dude, she was more than alright with that. Even still she left the other half of the room alone. First come, first serve. For now. Irene got to unpacking her stuff. Most of her clothes consisted of leggings, tees, and tanks. Comfort over fashion. She'd spent enough years in clothes that didn't breathe and were wildly uncomfortable. A couple jackets and hoodies rounded it out for cold weather. Florida might never be cold to some but her blood was thinner than water. 120+ was fine by her but anything below 50 was frigid. Boots and sneakers, one pair of black kitten heels. Everything was put away compact and neat as a pin. Shower things were put away in a caddy, a make-up bag full of well expired product stowed away. The desk was outfitted with a small lamp, despite the large fluorescent light, and her shiny new HP Pavillion. The final touch was stark, Navy blue bed linens. The corners folded so neat, tight, absolutely perfect. Everything on her side spoke of regiment, discipline, no-nonsense.<br/><br/>Well that took hardly any time at all. Being used to travel, quick set ups and tear downs, it was just old hat. Irene glanced around the spartan room, made no better by her arrival, and huffed a sigh as she peered out the window. There was still plenty of time before orientation was supposed to begin. Campus rules, super duper little mixers(likely with mocktails since most normal college kids were underage), building locations, all the usual indoc things. She wondered if there were any off limit areas. Well she'd like to get a lay of the land, the campus couldn't be that large right? A nice jog to see everything around and find the gym wouldn't be so bad. Odds were she'd find it eventually.<br/><br/>Nodding to herself she grabbed some sneakers, ace bandage, wireless headphones, and shaker cup. Irene sat on the corner of her bed, rumpling the perfect lines, to tightly wrap her ankle with the bandage. Shoes on and scoop of RedCon1 Total War, Tiger's Blood flavor, into the powder stowage of her cup and she was ready to go. Already wearing a tank and leggings she was always ready for the gym. She filled up her cup with plain water and headed out of the dorm to so a little recon and PT.<br/><br/>Still bright and sunny, it would rain eventually. It always did in Florida. One hour power shower damn near every afternoon. Just as she exited the building she noted an apparent couple, the girl hanging off of a large young man. She executed a spin kick that brought a small, amused, smirk to Irene's lips. Cute. "Nice kick kiddo," she said loud enough to be heard as she pressed her headset into her ears. With the buds firmly in place she lit up another cigarette before heading off on her run. The burning stick of smooth, nicotine goodness bounced along with her stride. Forward was no problem on her right ankle, only turns got a little awkward. Right or left she had to come to a complete stop to turn herself. It made running annoying but she loved it.<br/><br/>Her run took her through a tour of campus. She scanned the buildings to get an idea of where classes might be held, where the dining hall was, there was even a little coffee shop. Perfect, she didn't function well without her good friend caffeine. She'd have to stop by later to see if their beans were any good. Of course she had drank some pretty nasty swill in her time. It was nice to see the campus was so close to the beach, a shame she couldn't run in sand anymore. Too much needed ankle rotation. Be nice enough to swim though, lay out in the warm sun.<br/><br/>The gym ended up being easy to find and not too far from the dorm. Her cigarette wasn't even finished by the time she made it. Irene halted by a garbage can to take the last few drags before dousing the cheery and tossing it away. She was barely sweaty and not even breathing hard as she mixed in her pre-workout and walked into the building. Her darker eyebrows rose and she gave a low whistle at the sight of the place. The size and scope of the gym made the tiny room totally worth it. A veritable cornucopia of equipment from cardio machines of varying sorts, weight machines for the lazy and unskilled, free weights and benches, and even some crossfit looking crap.<br/><br/>Irene headed straight over to the free weight area. With just a short jog and a long drive from Jax(Jacksonville to the uninitiated) her legs needed a good work. They were her greatest asset after all even if she had a bum right leg. It being move-in day the gym was fairly quiet thus far. She claimed a squat rack. A regular one too. Not one of those scaredy cat smith machines either. Squat right or fall over. Lesson learned. She grabbed four 45lb plates and two 10lbs to stack on her bar. Start off easy, 200lbs, to warm up and increased by 20 more pounds after twenty squats. She took her time, keeping her form tight. Fewer perfect sets was better than a lot of fucked up sets.