<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>18th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Yoga pants, sports bra and a scowl.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Bay<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Anger management and yoga<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Arcus | CLOSED<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/><br/>It was quiet at this hour, so long as you were willing to overlook the hum of the power core and the other subtle mechanics of the ship. Reasonable people were turning in for the evening or chatting upstairs in the mess hall, but after her frustrating ‘conversation’ with Arcus, Samantha wanted to be away from people and somewhere more secluded. Somewhere that wasn’t her tiny room with its depressing prison-cell chic.<br/><br/>Figuring she had the energy to burn and stress to melt away, the young doctor changed into her workout gear and ended up in the cargo bay. It gave her a sense of space, it continued the illusion of isolated privacy and she had no problems reaching her hands high overhead or out to the side. She was able to stretch out, exhale her stress, inhale fresh determination and push the frustration and nerves out of her muscles. Slowly she unclenched her jaw, she felt her shoulders dropping and her blood pressure regulating. The view she had while doing yoga on the Citadel had been breathtaking and serene. Here, she had crates and boxes and webbed straps to keep it all in place. But at least it wasn’t her tiny room of the med-bay, about the only places she had time to visit since this trip began.<br/><br/>She moved into her poses with smooth transitions, eventually forgetting all about the deadly virus, the looming threat of maniacal Batarians, and even the most frustrating person she has met in years. No time to think about his disrespect and discontent when she was in downward dog. No time to think about his horrendous social skills when she was adjusting her stand into the Crane. Samantha closed her eyes and focussed on the peace and quiet, and not about how difficult he was making it for her to do her damn job.<br/>