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Physical Fitness Made Easy, Period 2 [7/10]

Fred Dukes wasn't the type for doing things tentatively. He had the gym set up exactly how he wanted: An obstacle course.

Tires. A balance beam to run across. A set of low hurdles. Ropes to crawl under. A climbing wall followed by a crash mat.

This was the first day. Any student not intimidated by Fred's sheer size might possibly be given pause by the set-up.

"I'm Fred J. Dukes," he introduced, cracking his knuckles. "And don't think I don't know what you're thinking." He pretty much assumed they were all thinking 'holy crap, who ate my fitness teacher?' or something more derogatory. "Just don't say it. You say it, you'll regret it. Whether that means detention or otherwise, well. Depends on what you say."

"Now I'm sure all the other classes all wanted you to introduce yourselves and let everyone get to know each other. Not here. You run the course. You fall down, you start back from the beginning. You finish the course, you get to run laps, do push-ups, or run the course again til the time is up. You feel like you gotta stop, you get thirty seconds to take a breather. You take longer, better be ready for me to throw a dodgeball at you. You actually get hurt, then you can stop."

He laughed. "Welcome to Physical Fitness Made Easy. The truth is... it's freakin' hard. Welcome to it, you little punks."

He wasn't planning on being evil every week. He just wanted to see if anyone would have the guts to stand up to him. Or if they'd just go along with it. It was actually a bit of a psychological test.

He then pointed at Hannibal. "You. Wade Junior. You're the TA. You get to be nice to people, so I don't have to be."

He grunted. "Now get going. You ain't dressed properly for this, well, you'll know better for next time."

[ooc: ~~OCD first, please~~ Open, yay.]

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Like you do.

Tim Riggins

Jean Grey

Bobby Drake

Hannibal King

Andrew Wiggin

Valentine Wiggin

Tybalt Capulet

Elle Woods

Elena

And react accordingly.

Riggins wasn't saying any fat jokes out loud but, damn, he was thinking about them. A lot.

The teacher's appearance aside, all Hannibal could think was that this guy didn't mess the hell around. Good thing he hadn't gotten blitzed on brownies last night.

Tybalt might have found himself inappropriately distracted by the sheer girth of their fitness instructor, were it not for a few 'reassuring' words spoken to him last night by his big sibling, Diana.

As it stood, he was simply going to just not worry about it too much.

Instead, he found himself making faces at the obstacle course. He knew he was going to be beaten by a few dodgeballs today, at best.

Edited 2009-07-10 14:01 (UTC)

Elle was totally dismayed. He'd told her about the obstacle course but she hoped to believe he was joking. Apparently he wasn't.

Those who can't do, teach.

At least Valentine knew that her morbid humor at other people's expense would be entertained throughout the class.

Elena was actually pretty cheerful, this morning. She was only slightly hung over, and she'd gotten laid last night, which was about damn time. No uniforms, either, and instead of some stupid game, they were running an obstacle course.

It was official: this island fucking rocked.

Yes, Fred does have dodgeballs ready if you take more than a 30 second breather.

Riggins had absolutely no problem with running the course. This was what he did best. Next to drinking, obviously.

Not really wanting to get hit by dodgeballs, Hannibal zipped through the course easily. He was a little slower than he liked through the tires (probably the mead from last night) but he didn't trip and picked up speed as he went.

See, he just needed to wake up and get going.

It'd taken Ender some time to get his constitution back to Earth levels back when he'd arrived, but it wasn't as if he was unused to exercise. He took the course without much trouble.

Tybalt made it only so far before he hit a patch that required better navigation than his fancy boots would allow, and onto his face he went. Not bothered by this failure (if only because he was slightly enchanted for the day), he simply got up, went to the beginning, and attempted it again.

After a few more tries, he had to stop for a breather. If it went over the thirty seconds of allotted time? Well, he wasn't worrying about that much, either.

Fred waited the thirty seconds, like he warned.

Then? One red rubber ball was coming right at Tybalt, with pretty strong accuracy.

And there was Tybalt, nailed quite thoroughly by a red rubber ball. Which gave him a start, certainly. And a welt across his chest that made him hiss between his teeth as he directed a glare at the instructor.

... As much of the instructor as he could fit within his field of vision.

Oh, now he was going to take another thirty seconds just to be spiteful.

Fred just raised his arms out, as if to say 'You want a piece of this?'

Then, he thumped a dodgeball into one of his meaty hands. Then again. As if a warning.

For as much as Tybalt was certain that the instructor could be missing a fairly large piece and he'd never so much as notice, Tybalt would most certainly not be the one to attempt to take it.

Eugh.

Making a tch sound under his breath, he reached over, picked up the ball that had hit him a moment prior, and lobbed it back at Fred before he headed back to the beginning of the course again. Perhaps he'd even manage to get through the whole thing before the end of the class.

Fred just let the ball bounce off his gut. Didn't try to dodge or deflect it. Didn't hurt one bit, after all.

Getting hit by a dodgeball was totally going to suck. She was just thankful she wore her shorts, tank, and running shoes. She'd run clear back to the cabins if she had to.

She started out pretty good. The tires she took slowly, the balance beam as well, even the hurdles weren't too bad. But when it came to crawling under the ropes? She totally stalled. No way did she want to get dirty.

Elena was glad she'd kept her watch. She jogged in place for a few seconds, set it, and busted ass getting across the course.

She checked it again at the end. Okay. That was her base time. Now, to beat it.

He's ready for you.

After her third time around the course -- still setting an average time, still hadn't knocked much off yet -- she stopped by Fred. (Mr. Dukes? What were they supposed to call their instructors, anyway.)

"Excuse me, sir?" she asked, jogging in place.

Edited 2009-07-10 23:18 (UTC)

"Yeah?" Fred said, already thinking he was just going to call her 'OA'.

As in 'Over Achiever'.

"Can we request the dodgeballs?" she asked. "It'd keep me on my toes."

Doing the obstacle course, and dodging occasional incoming projectiles? That would kick ass.

"You want me to throw dodge balls at you?" Fred said. "...I can do that."

"Thank you!" she said, grinning at him. "Sir."

And now, she was going to run back to do the course again. Watching for dodgeballs. That should fuck up her base time.

Fred was more than glad to throw things at her. That should teach her for being so good at it.

Because he might show you some mercy.

[just wait for him to tag in]

Hannibal wasn't thrilled with being called Wade Jr (and he wondered if this guy knew Wade previously or something) but he was fine with being TA for a class he actually liked. It just meant he could prove to Angela he wasn't always lazy.

Fred will give you detention for fat jokes. So don't make them ICly unless you're okay with that consequence, please.

Fred won't actually pelt your character with a dodgeball unless you give me the OK OOCly.

Also, he won't be this mean every week. He's just being a sourpuss.

Oh, you totally have full and complete permission to pelt Tybalt with a dodgeball at every possible opportunity. Forever. :D

I so love that he WORE HIS BOOTS to run the obstacle course.

They're really, really nice boots! I wouldn't want to leave them unattended, either.

Now I need an icon of the boots. *goes to get the movie for screencaps*

Well now I'm just picturing Tybalt getting dodgeball'd WHEN HE LEAST EXPECTS IT. Like, not even in class.

DODGEBALLS. DODGEBALLS EVERYWHERE.

...this could be arranged.

I vote YAY.

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