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Vasile gave a slight dissaproving look at the ashes but kept his mouth shut. "Yeah, you, too. I'll keep that in mind abuot the drinks. You can get back okay?"

Natsumi poked her head into the empty exercise room, letting out a sight of releif to her new solitude. Her hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail to keep it out of her way. She removed the clothing she had thrown over her old highschool gymnist uniform, a brightly colored bodysuit. It consited of the school's colors, green and white, along with a few bands of gold to add to the striped patterns holding tightly to her arm.

The room seemed much wider than any gym she'd ever been in back in highschool, just about every bit of exercise equipment one could hope for. Her eyes scanned the room for somethign that might have related to her favorite pass time.. a balance beam, a vaulting table, even a trampoline... everything seemed to be focused towards more common exercises.
She gave a soft sigh, deciding she could make due with what she had. Besides, she needed to work up to it again anyways. She had been out of practice for a year or so.

With an encouraged bounce in her walk she moved to pluck a mat off the wall. Laying it out on the empty space of the floor to start her basic streaches. She sat, keeping her legs out straight then sliding her hands foreward to reach her toes.

Natsumi didn't seem to notice as someone appeared in the doorway, too busy streaching herself out past what most people would find uncomfortable. However, a voice came, and she caught that. She quickly lifted herself, flushing some as though she'd been caught doing something horrible. Perhaps it was simply the (what she would call) skimpy gym clothing she wore, she'd allways felt uncomfrotable in it. Still it was the best for exercise.

She tried to compose herself, bushing a few static charged hairs from her face. "Good afternood..." she returned the wave.
She seemed to choke a bit as the apperance of the Cheetah girl hit her like a 2 by 4. So... this was another subject of the island. She looked much worse than Nita... Nita just had some fur, wierd ears... things like that. But this.... She was caught somewhere between facination and horror. Leaving her expression a bit dazed.

Natsumi could have died as the full view of the woman came in, her overdressed upbringing flooded her mind. It seemed far worse than anything else, the fur.. the teeth. None of that seemed to be as suprising as the fact she was nude.
She tried to rationalize her mind, to keep respectful... But such a thing was hard when the person infront of you ripped up the idea of feminine modesty so easily. The woman seemed happy though, and perhaps... Since she was part animal.. just couldn't wear clothes? Natsumi was reminded of a time her brothers had dressed a cat up... It didn't go over well at all. And she'd heard things about european women walking around without shirts.

A weak smile was given as she held her own hand out to shake Colche's hand in greeting. Her face brigtning in it's reddened color as she tried to ignor the naked-fact. If this was all socially acceptable here, then she would need to move along with the cultural standard... like it or not. "I am Tanaka, Natsumi..." her accent stayed, along with switching her name order around, a Japanese habit she couldn't so easily break.

Natsumi nodded as her name was returned to her. "You can make it shorter, if you would want to." some of her friends had done it in highschool, calling her na-chan or somesuch. Nothing had ever stuck into a full nickname though.

It was hard to stay tense around someone that just glowed with carefreeness. Natsumi simply averted her eyes from the nudity... pretending it wasn't there, like many other things. "Eh?" She looked to her mat, blinking a bit. Pausing to drag the less commonly used words of her vocabulary. "I am streaching... It is exercise." She nodded with a smile, yes those were the words she looked for. "See?" she leaned foreward again, touching her toes then returning to a sit.

Natsumi blinked a bit at the slight purring sound. "Run?" she repeated, nodding some to show she understood. "They have machines to run on." she pointed to the treadmil, still unsure of the name of the contraption.

The girl was then on her way, Natsumi hardly noticed her stand due to her averted eyes. She snapped back to attention when she heard the 17... It took her a moment to figure out what she meant. Age, weight... But then it hit her. Romo number. "Aa. I am in 46."

She waved as the girl left, back to marvling at the animalistic qualities. She shook her head, trying to calm that fluster that hung heavily on her face as she went back to her streaches, switching over to the next kind. She'd reach her arm over her head and to the side. She doubted she'd get rid of her embaressment anytime soon.

--End(Unless I get someone else in here. XD)--

Thom had noticed the workout room in passing a few days earlier and made a mental note to return, but it had slipped his mind between one thing and another. However, on his way to the cafeteria, he had again noticed the room and, deciding food could wait, wandered over and peek inside.

He was not disappointed. The array of different machines was more than he was used to, and much more than he needed to keep in shape, what with his soccer and all. But the room was air conditioned, had only one inhabitant at present, and would serve for a good workout before lunch.

Waving slightly in greeting to Rex who he recognized from the soccer match, he closed the door behind him and dropped his customary soccer ball on the floor near the door, beginning a series of stretches of his own. "Afternoon. Hope y'don't mind if I'm 'ere too?"

"Mhm," he replied absently, quickly running through a few more stretches before deciding they were a lost cause and stepping over to a second rack of weights. "You're...Rex, yes?" he attempted, searching his memory. That seemed about right. It was hard to tell who was who given the madness of the soccer game, but there had only been four men, including himself, and he knew two of them. Rex had to be the third.

"Scales." Thom wrinkled his nose, turning his back on Rex and picking out a couple of weights. "Lovely, aren't they?" he replied sarcastically. "Just what I always wanted. T'lose my 'air an' start picturin' m' football as dinner."