[h1][b][i][color=F0E68C][center]Kamasi Adwoa[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=F0E68C][b]Location[/b][/color]: First Sub-Basement, Gymnasium
[color=F0E68C][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A
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He wore a white towel over his shoulder and a tanktop to accompany his nylon basketball shorts. Suicide sprints from one end of the gym to the other; sweat hit the ground and dripped in trails as he accelerated forward. He was nearing the end of his proverbial rope and sat down with his back propped against a wall. He swigged from a bottle of water and wiped sweat from his forehead. After catching his breath, he rose to his feet and curled the towel around his neck and walked to the men’s dorms where he picked out a fresh pair of clothes: a black turtleneck, a gold herringbone, a brown blazer and slacks and regular black dress shoes.

He layed it all out meticulous across the bed and then went to the showers. In a few minutes and now plenty clean, Kamasi went to his room and got dressed. Socks, undergarments, slacks, dress shoes, turtle neck, chain, blazer--in that order. He sat on his bed and buttoned his cufflinks while never breaking visage of the vanity mirror which sat at the foot of his bed. He was ready for the day. Inhale, exhale.

He exited his dorm and went up the stairs to meet the rest of the group, first to the formal sitting room.