<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Burning Man<br/>Tagging: Headquarters: Gymnasium<br/><br/>Angela wished that she could rotate the treadmill, blackcloth the mirrors and put up a partition between the exercise mats and the workout equipment. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing and pushing herself farther than she thought her endurance carried. She thought about this, wishing that she could actually make the distance that her steps were covering. With her eyes shut, she could still hear even over her own step and breathing, the movements of the sex-demon temptress bitch! Could she not feel the same connection, the same hunger, the same burn? And to dance there, shaking that... aargh!<br/><br/>In full run and step, she curled her leg and kicked off, high into the air, her wings unfurling and the treadmill continuing to run as she landed out in front of the equipment.<br/><br/>She couldn't handle this, that dance, that...<br/><br/>She moved to the weight bench, and as she lay upon it, she braced herself and gauged up the scale on the weight. Her fingerprints were scanned and the scale registered the weight as red lining and dangerous. An automated voice, alerted her and everyone else in the gym that the weight was excessive. "<strong>Red Line weight limit, declare your spotter.</strong>" What the hell, did the machine think it was doing? Really?! Safety precautions which require audible responses and spotters? Angela considered lowering the weight, as she cussed the machine heavily under her breath, hoping that Scandal hadn't heard and knowing, the ear buds would have had to be doing damage to her for her to be oblivious of the intercom safety precaution.<br/><br/>