>>19614272>[Carmody is fit, and *fit*. But perhaps more fit than Sola at this point.]The STU campus is surprisingly big, or maybe not surprising considering the 'sports city' reputation Spaghetti Town has. Scholarship central... like the one Sola never got. Whatever, no use crying over milk under the bridge. Sola's leg is aching and she wants to call it quits... but she begrudgingly admits, something about what Spirit said rings true. She can't stop now just because she's sore. She's sleep when Amy is...
"Sheila sort of mentioned Miss USA few times. I don't know if they were friends, but Miss USA has... ugh, legally I have to say *allegedly* Miss USA did some pretty crazy stuff back in the day. If anything happens, I'll put her on my list."
>[Sola does a show of flexing her bicep.]"Don’t worry about Amy. I've beat her before, and I'll do it again. And once I am 2-0 over that snake, I'll cut her head off and make you a new purse. You can get involved if you want. I promise I'll leave you something to play with, if you want me to. But let's not talk about the past. The future of Carmody Jefferson is bright, and glittering in all kinds of gold... and looks, uh, great in that tracksuit. Just by the way."
>[Carmody gets her prize!]"Hey! Why I oughta..."
>[Sola takes off after Carmody, drawing a few looks from some of the University students. They look so... plain. So boring. Lacking the flair of... well, Carmody, and other WWA competitors. Sola follows toward the fitness centre, more worried for Carmody against Miss USA then her own match. Sola won once; she'll simply do it again.] 