fandomhigh | Club Fair, the gym, Friday after classes

After leaving her classes, Jaye heads to the gym to start setting things up. To say she's disgruntled would be putting it mildly. She's practically datgruntled, too.

Lucky for her, Muppet chickens are easily bribeable, and they help shove tables into place and stick up signs for each one.

There are tables set up throughout the gym, each with a sign taped to the front with the name of the club. Student sponsors should probably be behind it if they want to sell their club. On each table is a clipboard to use when you sign up, but otherwise, you have all that space to put stuff on display or whatever.

Jaye sends the chickens to do their thing (and it's not her fault if a couple stick around to watch the show) takes a seat behind the table nearest to the door to do her thing. If you're rude, you might get thwapped with a clipboard.

[OOC: OCD THREADS ~~COMING. Post now and I keel you.~~ ARE UP.

All new clubs have a thread. Drop off a registration form with Jaye, and then go find your table and sell it.

All students have to either have a job or sign up for a club. Therefore, go find something. IF YOU DON'T SIGN UP, YOU ARE NOT CONSIDERED A MEMBER. So do so.]

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New club. For fight as in punching. Not flight as in planes and ships. This is for more advanced fighters.

Sit and chat.

Bridge is sitting at the table, working on repairing someone's digital camera. He's not exactly deeply engrossed in the task or anything, though, so if you felt like chatting, yay!

~~The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club.~~ Sawyer approaches Bridge, he's never really met Bridge before so he's kind of stand offish seeing so the boy is working on something.

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Victor paused when he saw Bridge. He wanted some practice with his fighting skills, so he figured Fight Club would be good for him. However, first he head to go through Bridge.

What was he so nervous for, anyway? Just because they hadn't talked in a week and a half didn't mean anything. Just because Bridge had been his first big crush, and now Victor was with Walter didn't mean anything. Bridge was cute and funny and all, but Walter had something that Bridge was missing, something that Victor couldn't pin down at the moment but he somehow knew was what kept the attraction alive. Bridge would probably never really be "just a friend" to Victor, but they would probably never have what he and Walter shared.

Besides, it wasn't as if it was cheating or anything. If anyone was being unfaithful, it was Walter. But he had already made his decision about that.

With a deep, calming breath, he stepped up to the booth. "Hey, Bridge."