The room was set up like a small auditorium - a lecture hall. The stage was an outlined arena. It was a rather small room, however balconies still over-looked the stage.

It was a study hall as much as it was an entertainment venue. And a rather large number of students, participants and enthusiasts as well as meanders had filled almost half the seats between the door to the room and the arena. {the balconies, and other placements for hosting crowds remained sparsely occupied.}

[color=007236][b]Djord [/b][/color] however was running through the motions with his comrades and support.

His brawny composure was refined - it complimented his form. He was average height, no more or less [in the Calanda region].

He bounced a bit with agitation. His bare, thick shoulders and muscular arms lead down his banded arms to armoured cuffs and arm bands, and thick brawling mitts. His hair was cut short, except for a ponytail which was ornately braided and tied out of sight and thought. His loose blouse was folded and strapped to fit, beneath a likewise fitted vest. His standard issue NationalService leggings reinforced the over all air of grit.



[color=f26522]Aron [/color]was standing arms folded in the corridor for maybe a moment now, as he and [color=0054a6]German[/color] talked with a few of the other students. None the less, it still must have made him appear over-conceited. German's arms were at his sides with self assurance, but the other's had been laughing at Aron's assertions that he was expecting a certain someone.
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[color=f7941d]"[i]Djorald[/i]." [/color]he had been saying, [color=f7941d]"If you can step in that ring with anyone for a significant amount of time. I'll pay your way through Middle-school." [/color]
He said so with a welcoming grin, full aware Djorald couldn't 'Even hope' to accomplish the prerequisite Aron had put before him. He was a scholar and a theorist. He simply took part as an enthusiast of sport to see and study the climb and fall of Calanda's greats.

German's lip pouted (in humble-remorse of surprising his genuine reactions.). Arons's eyes popped, and his neck snapped. His friends heads peaking around each other as though looking out from behind a door.

He tried to point to her with his folded arms, turned to German out of confirmation before addressing the other boys, [color=f7941d]"Thi- 
Hey." [/color]Aron replied to welcome their guest; ~ undoing himself, [color=f7941d]"Glad you made it here. I wasn't sure if you were sticking around."[/color]