#❝ filed under — cj ono welford.

[seykacar]

Believe nothing you hear and only half of what you see. 

That family mantra of sorts (or maybe it was more of a warning?) perked up its head the second a hand landed on her arm, chased by the words ‘don’t be scared’. Sey wasn’t scared, but she was wary. In her experience acts of reassurance were more often than not lies. 

Call her curious, though. He didn’t look threatening—not that the observation meant anything—so she nodded once and followed into the empty studio.

Rather than tensing or bracing for impact she let her limbs go loose and fluid. Ready. For what, she wasn’t sure, and the irony wasn't lost on her that now, hiding out in small town Illinois, she felt more on guard than she ever had within the 'family business'. 

One brow lightly arched, head canted to the side, she kept her gaze locked on his face. “Can I help you?” 

— powerpulse gym & yoga studio. open. ( @bluestarters )

Leaving his manager’s office, CJ thought he was doing a pretty good job of looking miserable, like the verbal lashing he had just received regarding some missing equipment had affected him. Truly, he didn’t get what the big deal was — it was just a few dumbbells, and they looked sick in the little elf hats he made for them, sitting on his and Seb’s fireplace — but if he looked too unbothered, he’d probably get fired. Being on his second strike was bad enough.

Still, he denied, denied, denied having anything to do with the uncounted weights, claiming he saw ‘some dude’ suspiciously hanging around the area a few weeks ago. Technically not a lie, as CJ was some dude, and he caught a glance of himself in the floor length mirrors as he bagged them up. Still, it was his ‘mission’ to catch the culprit, and in an effort to look like he was doing his job, tapped the first person he came across on the gym floor, gesturing to the empty studio room that held classes. "Don't be scared. I just need you to come with me for a minute."