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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:37 pm
Christof had been preparing to rejoin Riley's side in case she needed anything for her talk to the club, but Shehk's wave caught his attention and his mouth twisted up in a stitched shy smile. Well... she didn't need him YET and if he waited too long someone would take the offered seat. Besides, she was near the front, he was still at hand should his Mistress need him. Quietly, an eye out for the skinwalker, he lurched his way over to quietly sit beside his friend, twisting his fingers nervously.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:41 pm
Junko didn't realize the back of her head was such a draw to Seiji's eye, but only because she figured that since he knew She was there it wouldn't be such a surprise for anyone to see Her for once. Junko did make a point of hiding Her though, so maybe it really would be a surprise. Oh well! She didn't feel like taking her hair down. It had to be out of her face for this kind of thing, right? But she pouted at his remark about her ninja skills, making a small 'HMPH!' noise and crossing her arms. "I'll have you know I'm a master at the art of stealth. I was able to get into Breck's Shed twice." The last time she did it she was literally thrown from it much to Nuk's amusement. Big jerk. Junko looked mildly worried for a second when she saw Seiji's arms drape over her, half expecting him to lean on her and make her support his weight. She wasn't strong enough to do that. No way, not at all. His answer to Bul made her blush a little, rubbing at one of her cheeks.
A sudden whistling noise caught her attention and she jumped, looking up and around until she found Riley. It had to be Riley, it came from inside her head. When instructed to sit and gave a small nod, patting Seiji's hands. "Let's go~." She chirped to him, turning to walk to the mats even if he didn't move from her. She'd just walk in a mini-train with him! She was okay with that, as long as he moved so they could sit. Junko knelt down on one of the mats, the way she normally sat.
Of course, all she could think was Riley where is your shirt do I need to make you a SHIRT too? ):
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:45 pm
Although Nuk's eyes narrowed as the incubus hissed an insult in his direction, the skinwalker's attention was actually elsewhere, on the sound of Riley's voice echoing slightly in his head. More importantly, it was the sound of his name coming from the voice that was Riley's echoing in his head, which flicked on the little switch in him that told him he was supposed to be doing something important. Normally, this switch was in the continuously-off mode, with the exception of with Shehk (where it was normally in the continuously-ON mode,) but Riley and the Fitness club was different. It could easily be argued it was probably good for him, that he was taking responsibility... but really it just had to do with the fact that here, he had power. And he didn't mean stupid Public Relations power, because no one listened to him anyway, and the student council was lame.
Flicking his eyes back to the incubus, briefly glancing at Shehk (he may or may not have heard a single thing she had said, unfortunately for him,) Nuk stood slowly, resting a hand on the pricolici's shoulder and leaning down to brush his lips along her jaw briefly before straightening, baring his teeth at Altair before shouldering past him roughly, glancing over at him as he passed.
"Sorry cocksucker, I've got better things to do than you."
As if by some divine intervention of a fight that could have easily started then and there, Riley's voice rose above the chatter, bringing the groups of people towards the mats where she would explain what was going on. Looking around, the skinwalker easily pinpointed the new guy whom Riley had been talking to, clapping a hand on his shoulder and collapsing next to him, smirking a bit.
"Yo, new huh?"
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:55 pm
Mot was sitting quietly, contemplating his sure to be disastrous day, when a hand on his shoulder jerked him to alertness. It was one of the trainers Riley had told him about. He was rather wild looking. An interesting boil indeed. "Yes. Rather new. I hear you are not new." He said in returned, his gaze still hidden under his hood. Jack! He missed his hat so bad. Maybe he should have worn it after all. It was in his bag in case he went into withdrawl... That could happen, honestly. He'd need his hat before his first swig of water, he could see it now.
"Quite honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing here. That punching bag is going to kick my rear into next week." He said with a smirk, making fun of his delicate condition.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:55 pm
Junko's head whipped up when she heard Nuk nearby, speaking of someone being new. Oh, the new boil.
...Oh, crap! The new boil!
A look of pure horror crossed over Junko's face as she watched Nuk make his first move on the new guy, not daring speak in fear of incurring Riley's wrath..but she damn well would wish she had telepathy! Don't do it! Don't fall into his trap! He was not to be trusted! Nukpana was a dangerous monster that should be carefully watched and kept track of at all times! He may seem nice, and friendly, and funny, and kinda sweet in some weird way, and really huggable and awesome but he wasn't! He was a huge jerk! An annoying pest! Junko stared intently at Nuk and the new guy, trying desperately to send this message to him telepathically.
Obviously it didn't work, but the effort was still there.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 9:59 pm
Altair trembled with rage as Nuk shouldered him like that, drawing in a slow breath to try to calm himself, the back of his sleeveless top bulging as his tentacles itched to flick out. Riley always had to interrupt things, not diffusing the tension one bit, glaring after the skinwalker as he moved off to greet the newb, his hands clenching into fists. "Well see about that..." he growled under his breath, settling into the mat and leaning back, propping himself up on his palms and pointedly ignoring him, the end of his spaded tail flicking as he rested it on the mat beside him, sprawled in a lazy position. He hoped that this orientation wouldn't take too long. He was itching to meet Nuk on his own and beat the s**t out of him. The monster simply did not know his place-- clearly, it was the incubus's place to remind him of just where he stood. To quell some of the fury in his mind, he glanced around at the other students, sizing up Bul, those feet looking rather intimidating. Then his gaze fell upon Sammy, smirking a little as he appreciated that for a moment.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:04 pm
Aksaja sort of slouched along the hallway toward the Fitness Club room, still yawning. He'd set the alarm on his eyePhone to wake him up for this meeting, then ended up going back to sleep for a few more minutes anyway. Aaaand now he was late. Not that he particularly cared, since he was still of the opinion that this damn thing started way too early in the morning.
Pushing the door open, the lightning dragon wandered in . . . saw that everyone was sitting on the mats, and kind of wove his way up there, still looking rather half-asleep. He plopped himself down toward the back of the group and attempted to pay attention to whatever was going on. No apology for his lateness, no nothing. Nooot a morning dragon, thanks.ROLL CALL SIGN IN SHEET 1. Unstabul 2. Christof 3. Nuk 4. Altair 5. Damien 6. Shehk 7. Seiji 8. Mot 9. Astra 10. Jericho 11. Junko 12. Petro 13. Sammy 14. Lizzy 15. Aksaja
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:10 pm
Nuk's attention was once again stolen as the skinwalker noticed Junko staring intently at him and the new guy, his head tilting to the one side as he gave her a bewildered look. What a weird ghoul... sweet, very endearing, but weird. The skinwalker gave her an amused little grin, waving at her slowly, clearly misinterpreting her stare as an accusation that he was ignoring her slash had not said hello. Which was true, in her defense, something he rectified rather quickly before returning his attention back to Mot. So far, he seemed like an ok guy... kinda scrawny, but that was fine, it was why he was here. Mot didn't know it yet, but he had become Nuk's first 'project.'
"No worries man, you'll be ripped in no-time. So what're you, a reaper?" He inquired as politely as the abrasive skinwalker could manage, still grinning.
All this time, he distinctly ignored the incubus, all the while feeling the demon's presence as distinctly as if someone were watching him. He didn't think Altair would do something as underhanded as attack him while his back was turned, but he kept alert regardless, just as itching to deck the other raven-haired boil just as acutely as Altair wanted to deck him.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:18 pm
Mot blinked. Something had diverted Nuk's attention. Mot turned to see some ghoul staring intently at them. Oh my. Was she staring at them both? Just him? Nuk? Maybe she fancied them? Mot smirked, waving his fingers at her before turning back to Nuk. How exciting!
"Aha I don't know about ripped, but sure." He said with a chuckle. "Yes, a Reaper. Is it obvious?" He asked with humour. He liked this boil. Very easy to get along with. Splendid. "Yourself..?" His eyes looked over the boil. He could only really guess.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:19 pm
Shehk smiled at Christof as he sat down next to her. "Well, it seems we have an activity together. No more excuses to just socialize over the Groanspring." she chuckled, pulling at the hem of her skirt just a little. Damn, this thing was sort of cold-inducing. Part of her stared at the back of Nukpana's head, as if just staring would will him to fix her problem, but never the less allowed him to hold his own conversation with the reaper.
However, she nearly jumped off of her mat and into the igor's lap when Lizzy came crashing into the room, tail puffing up ever so slightly and her ears perking up alertly.
After the moment passed, she took a moment to check her pulse (as some people who had been previously startled would do), before she laughed and looked to the patchwork again. "Oops!" she mused, before settling in again, looking towards the Incubus who looked very much unhappy before shrugging a bit.
"This is going to prove to be an interesting aside to FEARleading." she sighed, cupping her chin in her hands.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:24 pm
The wave threw her off a little, calming her intense staring to blink and wave back, smiling helplessly. Wait! Why was she smiling? No! Smiles are bad! Junko's smile fell into a stubborn pout so she could force herself not to break her resolve, needing it to stay strong and firm like a brick wall. She had to protect the new guy somehow! She waved back at the boil and turned away, whispering to Seiji she'd be back before she scoot across the mats without getting up so she was close to the new boil and Nuk. Junko was pouting again.
"Don't trust Nukpana. He is a dangerous...thing of annoyance and jerk..ness..." Eloquence, thy name is Junko. She kept her voice hushed so as not to get Riley's attention, and she even hoped Lizzy and Aksaja's late arrivals would give her some time to get away with this? "You should run before he lures you into his trap too." Because clearly that was what Nukpana did. He lured people like some kind of predator and then spent the rest of their life being a pest.
...Really, Junko was about as threatening as a little sister trying to tarnish her big brother's reputation.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:26 pm
The only person that was going to hear telepathic thoughts, even ones that were being sent that strongly jack damnit Junko calm down, was Riley. She winced slightly, and ignored Junko's obvious attempt to protect the new boil from Nukpana. Silly Junko, it's Nuk's job to help out the new members! She was proud to see the skinwalker taking his job seriously.
Welcome, everyone, to the Fitness Club. My name is Riley, I am the creater and head of this club. Some of you have already taken advantage of our facilities since our recent soft opening, but this is our first official meeting. I won't be bothering with these very often, I will only hold them before special events. This meeting, for example, will be not only an orientation on the club itself, but an orientation to the game of Paintball.
She lifted her hand sharply before any buzzing of conversation at the topic of paintball could occur. But more on that later. First, the formalities. Currently we have a total of three trainers, not including myself. They are Nukpana, Jericho, and Sammy. She pointed each out as she mentioned their names. These three, along with myself, have been briefed on all of the machines available for use in this facility. That means if you have any trouble, or if you need a spotter for the weights, they are the guys and ghouls you should talk to first.
Her hand drifted in a slow, elegant movement towards Christof. Christof is in charge of our supplies closet, which holds all of the items you could ever need during your stay here. Towels, water, gloves, tape, mats, free weights, you name it, he can get it for you. That closet will remain locked during the day for the next three weeks, because it will be holding our paintball supplies. These items are rented, and we do not want them to be used unattended. Once they have been returned, the supplies closet will be open. If you need something before that time, please contact Christof.
She took a quick look around, taking inventory of who had arrived, and sighed. We do have a doctor on call for the various sprains and injuries that one might acquire if one is not careful, however it has not arrived yet. If you need minor assistance, or feel light-headed at any time, please speak with Malodore. It would be happy to assist you in any manner it can.
Now that the introductions were out of the way, she paused briefly before moving on. These are the people in charge of making sure you are safe and tended to while within these walls. Our room hours are posted on the door, and you must always be accompanied by someone else while in this room. No one is ever to be alone in here. Am I clear?
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:35 pm
Junko fell quiet as she heard Riley's voice again, pursing her lips and looking up like a child caught doing something bad. Gah! Mustnotmakeherangrymustnotmakeherangry. Riley had went through so much trouble to get Junko into the club, she didn't want to make her regret that decision.
Hmph. Stupid Nukpana. Not saying hi or bugging her before pouncing on the new student. She wasn't jealous, not at all. Stupid jerk.
She scoot back to sit beside Seiji, sitting in a lazy 'lotus style' and propping her elbows against her knees to hold her head up in her hands. Oh, right. She'd mentioned the paintball match! She'd never played it herself..and quite frankly she didn't want to ask in front of everyone and make herself look like some kind of idiot. But what was paintball? Sheltered? Junko? Haha no way! Her heart fell into her stomach at the mention of weights though, giving them a glance and swallowing hard. Those..looked really heavy. There was no way she could lift those. No way at all.
Did Christof have a paper bag to put over one's head? Junko would love one. W-was it too late to take back her agreement to join? Could she go back to doing simple chores? She likes simple chores...until she had trouble carrying the laundry baskets.
But why couldn't they ever be alone? Junko rose her hand, looking curious. "Even if we're not using any of the machines or anything?" Not that she cared, honestly. Junko wouldn't be alone, not with all her friends around! She was just curious why she was stressing it so much. Was there something secretly dangerous here or something? Mysterious~.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:36 pm
"Well you're not ghost or undead, and you don't really look like a monster, so I guessed reaper over demon 'cause of the..." he motioned at the hood, being rather conspicuously rude. As if he had any room to talk about being fashionable/presentable, considering he wore a giant carpet of fur over his head and shoulders. Still, although he didn't really realize it (or he did and didn't care,) the words came across as rather rude, especially considering the fact that he didn't know Mot very well at all.
He was about to answer the reaper's question when he noticed Junko sliding across the floor towards him, and, at the same time, not at all noticing that Riley had officially started the meeting. Both of these things, in combination, turned out to be a huge mistake as he made a face at the ghoul, scowling good-naturedly and blatantly talking over the purple demoness.
"Wha- HEY, what gives, I am not... ok well I AM dangerous, but I am not annoying! And if I had a trap, I wouldn'ta trapped yooooou anyway."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:38 pm
Bul tried to keep his attention spread amongst the other students in the room but the tension between Nuk, Altair, and Shehk was all too powerful. He could just tell there would be a brawl at some point (if there hadn't been one already and was mixed on the idea of placing monetary bets. Both looked pretty formidable and even Shehk though dainty in respects seemed mature enough to pound either boil should they put her under enough stress.
Finally though he was able to break this curious concentration and focus now on the club leader, Riley. This was the one that he heard on the island when they were dealing with the portal.. it was hard to forget a voice that penetrated the mind so vividly. Slowly a grin came to his face though when the ghoul(?) mentioned paintball. He'd never played but the net hailed great pictures of players dressed in practically combat wear.
The boil's tail flicked from side to side pleasantly as he continued to listen to the rules of the club. He had to be accompanied at all times? Well that would ruin any sauna night plans. His first thought was to ask Seiji but asking any boil just to spend a couple hours in the sauna was a little too fruity for his tastes. Maybe he could convince one of the ghouls if it wasn't too awkward. Either way... it would just be plain weird.
Looking to Christof again he nodded slightly. Seemed like the patchwork would have a lot of s**t to carry around. Bul almost wondered if he could handle it.
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