Physical Education. (Timetabled Students)

[Sync]

Leighton pulled on the tight gray t-shirt and slipped his feet into the white sneakers. Trainers Lee. We're in Britain now. he thought with a chuckle. The American male swung the door of his wardrobe closed, only to be greeted by the disapproving look from Jackal. The large ginger moggy flickered his tail in agitation. "What have I done now?" Lee asked, amusement flitting across his expression. The feline meowed, and then rose. Lee rolled his eyes and then went to leave the room. He had a class to teach. The first one for him, and the students too. He was very much looking forward to it, seeing what talent he could get his hands on. Pausing to pat Verity, his Cocker Spaniel, and then searched for Jackal to do the same. When the cat didn't appear, Lee shrugged then called his good byes and left. He walked briskly, tugging at his sweat pants that had fallen to hang on his hips. He tied them tighter and was glad that they now sat securely. Picking up into a jog as soon as he left Dakota Halls, he knew he'd be in the sports center in no time.

Lee had been completely amazed by the sheer mass of the sports center when he'd arrived at the college, easily the biggest one he'd worked in for a while. But now he was completely used to it. He spent most of his time here since his horses were yet to arrive. He went to his office first, which was situated beside the work out room, looking out onto the basket ball court beneath them. Today, the lesson would entail Lee getting to grips with the students he'd be teaching and gaging their fitness. Most of the class would be on the track, but to start on the basketball court where the changing rooms opened on to. Logging onto his computer, he checked the emails quickly. Seeing there was one from the principal, he opened it up. Sucking in a breath as his oracles scanned over it, he sighed. Apparently he was having an ex-convict joining his class. Lee wasn't annoyed because of what the boy was, more the way he was being treated. Not one to start a stupid argument though, he simply closed the email and locked the computer. He'd give the student the benefit of the doubt until this Kian proved otherwise. Leaving his office, he descended the steps two at a time.

He emerged onto the court, glad to see it still empty. He then realized he'd forgotten his class list. With a huff, he turned to climb the stairs once again and back into his office. Grabbing the list and a pen, he walked down the stairs once again and back out onto the court. He took a seat on one of the benches that lined the side for spectators to sit on, studying the list intently. It seemed that there were quite a few people supposed to be attending his class, whether they actually did was another thing. He'd been silently observing the students over the past week, seeing the talent on offer. There was a lot, in many different areas of expertise. This pleased him. It meant he'd have a lot to do and would be able to keep himself busy. Tapping his foot as he thought over when to start team trials, he awaited the arrivals of his first students, no impatience marring his features. He was still a little early anyway.

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Jonah pulled on his rugby shorts, a sigh emitting from his chest. He was hungover, badly. He had no idea why he'd felt the need to go and get wrecked last night, but he had. Growling in frustration when he heard the bang of something dropping against the ground, he spun around on his heels to glare accusingly at Spring. The Irish Setter glared back, pawing at the object impatiently. He reached out and grabbed it, even more annoyed to see it was his phone. "What the heck is wrong with you dog?" he accused, putting the phone onto the highest shelf. He was pretty sure it was there in the first place. Not bothering any more, he turned and slipped his feet into his trainers. Leaving his room silently, he was soon on his way to the sports center, which was becoming like a second home to him.

Jonah pushed open the front door of the sports center, ignoring the flirtatious comments shot at him from a group of girls. Usually he'd pacify them with a sly smile, but today he was in a terrible mood. Yeah, exactly what he needed when he was about to attend the only class he enjoyed. Pausing by the water fountain, unaware of how thirsty he was until it came into sight, he took a long drink and then wiped his mouth violently. The cold temperature was wonderful, and he gave a slight sigh of relief. Finally ready to face class, he made his way for the basketball court, opening the door and letting himself inside. A blonde male sat on one of the benches, and Jonah took him to be Mr. Winters. Straightening up a little, wanting to make a good impression on the teacher he would more than likely be spending a lot of time with, he cleared his throat. The other male looked up, grinning warmly and then stood. Though Mr. Winters was tall and muscled, Jonah still dwarfed him. He dwarfed everyone. "Morning Mr. Winters. Jonah Weaver." he introduced himself, a short nod of greeting. Then falling into silence, he let his thoughts stray to Wes, whom he knew was attending this class too.

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Ieuan ran his hand through his damp locks, entering the barn quietly. He had to check on Lady before he went to his class, the mare was still lame. His attire was black rugby shorts, a white t-shirt and a light gray hoodie. P.E was the first class of the day, and he was glad that Kian would also be attending the class. Speaking of Kian, where was he? Ieuan shrugged, deciding he'd just see him when he went to class. The male made his way to his dapple Arabian mare's stall, glad to see she shuffled toward the front when she heard his approach. Her movements weren't as jerky as they were yesterday. This pleased Ieuan. Giving her an affectionate kiss on her maw, he cooed at her softly. "Glad to see you're getting better sweetheart, not long and you'll be back in the pastures with Maddie and Laurence." he told her, his tone one you'd never think he used. Ieuan hadn't really been himself over the past few days, not really sure why, but he was almost.. mellow. Giving the mare another pat, he turned when he realized it was time to get going to class. P.E was one class he would enjoy, it was the one subject he really did well in.

Ieuan jogged easily toward the sports center, surrounded only by the slight crunch of his feet against the ground. He let himself in, skirting around the group of milling females. Shooting them daggers when they began to check him out, he snapped at them viciously. "Go drool over some other guy. It's wasted here, everyone knows i'm gay." A few girls gave dishearten sighs, and there was mumbles about it being 'a shame.' He bit back a smirk, and continued into the entrance of the sports center and then onto the basketball court. Ieuan recognized Jonah from the town rugby team, of which he also played for. Giving him a slight nod in greeting, a very male thing to do, he then turned to the teacher. "Hello Mr. Winters, I'm Ieuan Rees." he told the blonde teacher, before turning his back on the other two. He watched the door of the court, willing Kian to enter. If his friend didn't, he was in trouble with Dafydd. He'd threatened Ieuan to make sure Kian showed up, if he didn't, Ieuan was in more trouble. He didn't need that today.

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Kian left his room wearing tracksuit bottoms and a tight fitting tank top. He also had a hoodie on over it, knowing the weather was still very cold. Descending the stairs swiftly, he made his way toward the sports center. He'd decided that he was going to attend P.E, just because it was a subject he could do with ease. Also, it helped that his best friend was also attending the class. As he neared the sports center, there was a small gaggle of girls. He smirked, and then it increased when he realized he'd slept with all but two of the group. They turned when they heard his approaching feet, a collected swoon falling over the group when they realized who it was. "Morning Ladies." he drawled, causing a couple of them to squeal. He mentally flinched, and then continued forward. Pausing behind one exceptional looking brunette, his hand grazed her butt in a playful manner. She swatted his hand, but her oracles twinkled in a way that proved she didn't want him to stop. So he did. Leaving the group to their gossip, he entered the sports center, chuckling quietly when he heard his name from them.

He pushed his way onto the court and locked eyes with Ieuan. He saw the look of relief that flooded his friends features and Kian laughed. Ieuan joined in, and Kian called out to him. "Have I ever let you down Ieuan?" he asked, and then rethought it. "Actually, don't answer that." he chuckled, before turning to look at the other two people in the large room. His oracles completely passed over the other student and landed on Mr. Winters. "Hey Mr. Winters. I'm Kian Landeg, no doubt Dafy- I mean, Mr. Rees has told you about me." he introduced himself, his tone matter of fact. The teacher nodded, looking unfazed. Kian just shrugged, and took a stance beside Ieuan, wondering who else was going to attend the class today.

[Lottii]

Evann let a grin spread across his face as he hurried out of the halls wearing trainers, black shorts and a white fitted tee. His attire was pretty typical for a PE class, or at least he hoped it would be. The class was the first he would be attending at the college, and his nerves were a little fraught. He rubbed his chilled hands together and broke into a jog to try and warm himself up before he reached the sports center. His muscles were clearly defined under the t-shirt he wore, and he glanced down subconciously as he came into the view of several girls who had clearly positioned themselves deliberately to see the arrivals for PE. Evann briefly wondered if they had anything better to do as he got close enough to recognize most of the faces from his previous visits to the gym. He offered a smile and a nod to the girls, and shook his head in disbelief as they all burst into synchronized giggles. Did they realize how stupid and air-headed it made them seem? Probably not, he concluded with a sigh. Girls were hardly his obsession, but he was starting to wonder if there was a sensible female at this place. If there was, he'd failed to meet them yet.

The male entered the building and quickly made his way across to the basketball court which seemed to be pretty centrally located in the building, numerous other rooms looked down on it including one of the fitness rooms and some offices. He observed a small handful of other students who had arrived before him, all male unsurprisingly, and the teacher sat at the side. He approached him hesitantly, a small, polite smile on his face. "Morning Sir. Evann Morgan." His introduction was simple and he took a spot near the tallest male of the group. The other two were already in conversation, and he'd heard rumors of the sort of business he'd rather stay out of regarding them. He offered a reserved smile to the other male before drifting off into his thoughts.

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Anna sighed as she slipped into black leggings and a medium blue t-shirt for the class. Her tiny frame managed to still look curvy when it came to her chest in a tight tee, but she refused to wear a baggy shirt to PE. The other thing concerning her slightly was that there was a rather large chance she would be the only female taking the class. She knew a lot of girls who would rejoyce in that knowledge, but - when sober at least - she tended to be quite shy around boys. A small, analytical part of her brain reckoned there would be a good chance the male from the party would be at the class, and she wondered how she would react to him when she wasn't under the influence of alcohol. Her emotions tumbled between wanting to grin and run away at the thought of him, but she let blankness spread across her face as she passed a gaggle of the sort of girls she couldn't stand. They gave her dirty looks, presumably to taking the class, and she heard more than one comment about her sexual behavior. She didn't react, holding in the urge to shake her head in disgust or repeat the behavior the rest of her family would no doubt use - swearing and violence.

Spotting the basketball court - it wasn't far from the gymnastics and dance studios which she knew well - she quickly flitted across to it, entering with her head ducked and her eyes landing only on the teacher. Approaching him, she smiled shyly before offering forward her greeting. "Hi, Mr Winters. I'm Anna Hunt." Turning away, she spotted Kian in conversation with his friend who she thought was called Ieuan. Both were pretty well known faces around the college but she couldn't decide whether she should approach or avoid Kian. Hesitating, she stood dithering halfway between him and the teacher.

[Myssi]

Wes didn't like shorts for any reason, because, in his mind, they had no reason. He prefered sweats. Which is what he was wearing as he exited his dorm room, his attire being made of said sweats - a baggy black pair, with two white lines running vertically down the side. They were mediums, but they were still a little too big for his narrow build. Over his torso was a plain grey t-shirt, which was also a medium, but instead it was a tad more form-fitting.

But his shoes took the prize. They were beat up trainers, complete with duct tape. He loved those shoes. He'd even kept them from middle school.

Yep. Middle school. Wes was notorious for being small, but dang. Even he found it ridiculously hilarious.

He found an easy pace as he made his way to the gym. Long black locks were tied up and away from his face with a piece of spare twine, and in his hands were his keys and an orange water bottle. He set a fast, but comfortable gait to class, quickly finding himself on the foyer of the Athletic Center. With a bit of searching, he found his class, or what he hoped was his class, in a reasonable amount of time.

His mahogany gaze allowed a brief flicked of emotion to arch up as his eyes found Jonah. Instantly, he relaxed slightly, though it wasn't for long. There were other people in the expansive gym, and his hackles were up again in a flash. He turned his calm expression on the teacher as he walked up, setting his key next to his water bottle on the bench. "Mason Irwin, sir." He told his coach in soft, Australian tones.

Then, turning back to the others, he comtemplated them. He shivered at the thought of standing next to them, and almost went to Jonah, but he remembered his crush's reputation. Instead he quickly made his way over to a vacant spot behind the tally rugby player, looking almost like Jonah's 3-D shadow.

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Nikki jogged to the class, unlike Wes. Her flaming carrot-head mane was up in a springy ponytail, her outfit one of a soccer player's, save the cleats and shinguards. She played for the town's local team, though she wasn't too well known yet.

Her trainers were fairly new, and nicely white, with black soccer shorts and a light blue t-shirt - the one for her team, to be exact.

The serious girl entered the class and gazed around, seeing only one other female. She skirted the edge of the male crowd, locking eyes with the teacher. "Hello, Mr. Winters. Nikki Love here." She said, before promptly retreating to the farthest corner.