[center][h1][color=red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h1]

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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u]  PHYS ED  T U R N   U P
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Stella McGuire, Tara Niklos (both mentioned)[hr][hr][/center]

A scant two minutes after Stella and perhaps three other students had entered, the Son of War ambled in, clad in plain white underarmor, black basketball shorts, and a Dallas-tier sunny grin on his visage. Around one shoulder, his trusty plain red backpack was relatively light, containing naught but a shaker bottle filled to the brim with such gourmet mixtures as The Nectar of Lifts (literally just protein powder and water), a one-subject notebook and pencil, and a ziploc bag (made doubly sure to be sealed, mind you) of chalk. Plopping down into a seat, he slung the bag from over his shoulder and under his desk with practiced grace, one smooth and seamless motion.

Fingers lacing together behind his head, he leeeeeaned back in his chair, stretching his back in a manner not dissimilar to a large, human-shaped cat.

[color=ed1c24][i]Tara must be lagging behind.[/i][/color] he thought, as his earbuds began to pump a copiously appropriate mashup of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BodNRjVCHjU]Deus Ex and DMX[/url]. [color=ed1c24][i]She's usually up before me. Weird.[/i][/color]

"Weird" was right. If there was one partially sedentary class his sister would like enough to [i]always[/i] wake up for, it'd have to be Physical Training, right? Nothing like knowing your body, and thus your weapon. Nothing like training it... even she wouldn't be able to say no to a free session in a gym that was actually not overpopulated every week. One not plagued by fucking curlbros...

[color=ed1c24][i]...I don't actually know that much about her grades, do I?[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Meh."[/color] he mumbled to himself, returning to a neutrally seated position and concluding it to not be too urgent. She was still here after like three years, after all, so she obviously was doing fine enough. Wasn't like he could abuse his big brother authority in that regard anyway: she'd been here longer, so despite being three years younger, she had seniority. Weird how that worked.

Idly drumming his fingers on the faux-wood of the desk, he waited as more students filtered into the room. One part general health class, two parts working out. Perfect setup, in his opinion.

[color=ed1c24][i]Goin' heavy on the legs today...

How am I still on a 5x5, honestly? Should have moved onto something more advanced, shouldn't I?

Eh, still making gains.[/i][/color]