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Fitness club meeting- FITNESS CLUB MEETING. Christof had nearly forgotten, but a good amount of frantic dressing and shoving a few scraps of meat through the bar of Firth's cage and a limping run towards the meeting room later, he was thankfully early. He HAD to be early! Mistress needed him! And after their recent... misunderstanding, he did not want to let her down. Fitness Club was the closest thing to Igoring he got to do for his Mistress, and he would be damned if he would shirk his duties.

Panting heavily through his nose, he skidded to a stop inside, wide-eyed a moment before straightening and attempting to regain some composure. He recognized the red and black monster boil from a few classes and adventures but he never was properly introduced to him. Well, he certainly looked like a Fitness Club sort. Still eyeing Bul as he lurched his way through the room, he approached Riley's desk to sign in properly.

He should have gotten there sooner. Hopefully she wouldn't be mad.

Mandatory orientation meeting. He loathed mandatory orientation meetings, even though he had never attended one before. It felt too much like class. But at least, he reflected, this one had a sauna. He'd had to make sure of that before he signed up. Now to make it official. The incubus sauntered in through the open door, not sure to be relieved or put off that he was (apparently) one of the first to arrive. Christof and Unstabul were only faintly familiar, and he only knew Riley as That Interrupting *****. Then again, Altair had spent a great deal of his time doing things he wasn't supposed to do while everyone else was in class.

This, of course, was going to be rectified today. Or he'd never hear the end of it from his father. The boil strode over to the desk, the sight of Nuk making him bristle slightly, the skinwalker a bit more familiar to the demon. He ignored him for the moment, glancing at Riley briefly and seeing she was speaking with a recruit, waiting for Nuk to finish signing his name a touch impatiently before stepping forward himself. He quirked an eyebrow before he lifted the pen and wrote his name down on the sheet,



Sipping from his water bottle, he stretched, rolling his shoulders as he headed over towards the weights as well, glancing over at Nuk and resisting the urge to needle the skinwalker while the mindflayer was there. He was still mad about getting punched in the face, even if he'd earned every bit of pain.

It wasn't as if he had much to do yet, a few classes here and there and his own personal activities involving screaming at stationary furniture and a good romp through a forest, but Damien always, ALWAYS made time to workout. All the hellhound really needed was a good meal, and a nice, long run to work off the meal. But you know what he didn't have to polish it off? A nice, long recline in a SAUNA. A freaking sauna on campus! Now really, who in their right mind could pass up this package?

Demi couldn't after the little message from the lead member during his groanspring shenanigans against West, come to think of it, surely a friendly spar could happen during club time. Yet another reason to make it to the mandatory meeting. The hound was happily on route to the club room, windbreakers gently swishing along with every step and the contents of his water bottle sloshing around in time.

Stepping through the threshold, the hound was greeted with sleek and shiny machines and a desk with yet another paper on it and let out an appreciate whistle of the very well stocked room. It was going to be a fun time, there was no doubt about it in the boil's mind. He watched as the boil in front of his finished up with the paper and shuffled up to it and picked up the pen and swiftly signed in too.



He then took a look at the person sitting the desk, and felt his mind go into a panic. It was that ghoul from the beach. His mouth became instantly parched from shock and used his bottle of water as a easy distraction from the eye contact with a simple swig of the refreshing liquid inside, looking over at the other students that assembled for a good workout too. He silently hoped that one of these other boils was Riley, even if the person on the desk matched the person with the same name on Groanspring.

Between the next boil that had entered and the three after that Unstabul had managed to get a good distance on the treadmill walking before starting a jog and increasing the speed. Though he wasn't in any sort of sprint, he was still panting while he spoke.

"Hey guys." he spurted and grinned. "Good to see- more people- showing up." He tried his best not to slam his feet down and tear the treading with his toenails. Everyone else that had arrived so far looked like they were in pretty good shape... well maybe not the patchwork. In fact Bul knew for certain that he was the one that he dragged ashore following the shipwreck. It'd be nice to get to know him since then.

So far Christof was in fact the only one that he even recognized- none of the other students looked familiar.

And so here Mot was.

Mistakingly putting his name on the wrong form got him here, so he might as well roll with it. If it got too hard, quit right? Right..

Mot didn't like wearing workout clothes. He hated it. He wanted his jeans, his chaps, his trenchcoat. Here he was in track pants and a hoodie. The hoodie was huge, with the hood pulled over his face as much as he could. He felt so naked without his hat.

Why.

Mot walked into the room, dragging a bag along with him, probably filled with water and his normal clothing. "Well...now what." He asked himself miserably. He didn't know the first thing about working out!

The hunchback hovered mostly by Riley's side, intently waiting for any order. At the sight of Shehk wandering in, his face flushed a bit, his shoulders stiffening. He didn't know she was in Fitness! She struck him more as a N.A.P. club sort, but he knew from experience Undead didn't necessarily mean without fervor for Life. Brightening, he gave her a short wave, but his hand dropped as she marched over to the dark-skinned boil on the bench. Lurking and taking mental notes might do him well for their upcoming movie-date, he figured.

The place was packing up, and he glanced away from the vampiric wolf and her beau to try to gauge his Mistress's expression. She had to be pleased, he figured in admiration. So many minions to hone.

"Some how that doesn't surprise me. Of ocurse, if you did crash in there, at least I'd know you'd be to the meeting on time the next morning." He smirked, narrowing his eyes at the other boil playfully. Breathing now evening out again, he pulled the towel from around his shoulders to smooth it back and forth over his hair before tossing it in the laundry bin against the nearest wall. He then leaned over to take a peak at the Beast's progress on the treadmill. "So how far have you gone?"

He frowned as gym class was mentioned, cramming his human hand into his pocket as his shoulders rounded. "Ya.." He snorted, then shrugged. "I had something come up that prevented me from making it on time." By his tone it was fairly clear he didn't particularly care to talk about it. "But oh well, I'll catch it next time around, and ya, this works until then."

He glanced towards the door as someone new entered, smiling in their general direction in a friendly matter before turning back to his friend.