Welcome to Gaia! ::

Organization Lead: Riley
House Fitness Doctor: Malodore
Equipment Manager: Christof

Trainers:
Nukpana
Jericho
Sammy

Members:
Seiji
Astra
Natalia
West
Petro
Aksaja
Unstabul
Nyyrikki (on notice: missed one event)
Damien (Demi)
Siddie
Lizzy
Altair
Shehk
Mot
Junko
Mitsu
Shun
Levi
Herryk
Riyo
Hel
Danny
Thackery heart
Freya
Uru


If you want to join, all you have to do is sign-up (Post an IC RP post here where you sign up on the sign-up sheet that is always located on the door). There's no limit to members. The trainer positions are currently closed unless you have a good IC reason, PM and tell me about it!

The sign-up sheet has disappeared, as has many of the head members of the once well-used club. However, the door is still opened for current members, every morning. And it's still locked every night.

The Club Room located in Room 105 of the Clubhouse, and is open Moonday through FrightDay from 5am to 5pm

Weekend Hours are 5am to 3pm

The Club Room consists of several weight machines, free weights, running machines, an indoor rockwall covering one entire wall, some punching bags and gloves, as well as a small boxing ring in the corner, a supplies closet, and a separate room with lockers, showers, and a sauna.

Supervision (the buddy system counts) is required at all times while within the club room.

PRPs are welcome to use the Club Room as their setting! If you wish to perform any PRPs within this club room, make sure you make a post here linking over to your PRP! Thanks!

It was starting to become more common for Damien to walk around the campus halls, the intimidation of the rooms and what awaited them in there was fading away with each passing day. He still felt awkward around the students he never met before but not all battles could be won so easily. That's why there were clubs, and Demi decided, begrudgingly , to look for one to join.

"Swim team, no... too wet." He said shaking his head and throwing the flyer behind him, not caring where or on who it landed on. "Gardening club? Unless you can start growing meat on a vine, that's a pass." safe to say another flyer went sailing into the wind after that and a few more found their way to the ground as he continued to rifle through them and practically screamed bloody murder as he saw the add to be a FEARleader. "Oh Jack no, that is NOT going to happen, those spankies need to find their way onto someone else." All this searching and irritation make him want to punch something, or kick, just move in general.

Wait, wasn't there a club for that? He had to go through the rest of the pile and sent the rest of it to the sky but there it was. "Fitness club huh?" he said with an appreciate grin. That was something the boil could get behind. The room was fairly easy to find considering the hound always passed by it on his way for a morning jog and the little paper strapped to it that basically said to the world; "Join me now or perish!." That one next door looked interesting too, worth a shot to check out as well later. He didn't waste a moment jotting his name down and walking away feeling much better about his own personal progress.

He might even celebrate by slushy-ing the show choir at school, hope they like booberry.

Siddie hesitated in front of the door. Sammy had teased and talked her into it; she'd been reluctant, but, well ... she should be in better shape anyway. Before she could think twice about it, she scribbled her name onto the sign-up sheet. In pen.

Fitness club. Mama had always told her to watch her figure, boils didn't like it when ghouls got too pudgy; but that hardly applied now, did it? But she needed to be less of a weakling. Her FEAR wasn't exactly the most aggressive of talents, and she hadn't yet had enough Shadowcraft to really use her natural affinity. If she could get stronger, it would be worth it.

... and Sammy would owe her one. Or at least be pleased with her. And that was worth considering, too.

Unstabul yawned and stretched under his covers while squinting at the light of his scarephone. His alarm had gone off a couple times and he was certainly not used to getting up this early. In fact it wouldn't even be set it if weren't for the fact that he had a club meeting to go to today. "Thank Jack this s**t isn't every day..." he mumbled while drifting back asleep but not before the next alarm rang and jolted him awake. "Alright alright fine I'm getting up.."

Of course it took him far too long to get up and by the time he was up and at it, he had hardly any time to get ready. "s**t.. well..." he rushed to get some deorderant and put on some shorts. "Maybe I'll need a towel.." Bul always kept a towel (mostly red ones) nearby his own little makeshift workout station to clean himself and his equipment. It got pretty messy.

Finally he was dressed and ready to go but still feeling a bit sleepy. He knew that wasn't good so he also grabbed his water bottle and filled it with icy cold water from the bathroom sink- water that would give him a jolt when he'd drink it on the way over.

Arriving outside the door he took a good swig and tried not to gasp at the freezing liquid traveling down his throat. "s**t s**t aaaah" he hissed as if he was getting a brain freeze.

((Just leaving that here as an intro post incase I have stuff to do today =] ))

Altair had been roaming the Clubhouse for ten minutes, weighing his options. Now he stood before this door with his hands in his back pockets, a bored look on his face, scanning the list of fitness club members up and down. The corner of his mouth quirked at a few of the names, shrugging and fishing a pen out of his pocket, leaning forward to sign his name. Of the options, this club seemed like an unpretentious and useful one. There was a time for dickery and a time for getting things done, and the incubus had realized ruefully that it was the latter. At least he would get jacked. And a sauna sounded pretty nice. And there were girls on the list, too. Hmm, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He printed his name, staring at it for a moment longer. With a little shake of his horns, the demon snorted and turned on one heel to head further down the hall.

Being new was a bit weird. Not scary, just odd. Mot was adjusting, and what better way to meet new people than a club? Mot's thumbs were sipped into his pockets as he scanned the walls of Amnity. There seemed to be clubs advertised.

Fitness club? That sounded like gym! Sure, maybe it would make him stronger but.... nyeeeeeeeeh, so much work.
Non Active Club? That was more up his alley! Mot moved to grab the pen, but the brim of his hat hit the board. "Ouch!" Mot rubbed his forehead under his hat, clutching the pen and writing hit name on the form. There there done...

It wasn't until later he realized... he had signed the wrong form.

Mot was sometimes a coward, but he was also a man of his word.
Okay that was a lie.
But, maybe this was a sign! He needed to be ready when he couldn't use his gun, right? Right?

...right?