Closed Welcome to Fight Club PV Club Members

Howard could barely remember when he had first heard of the club with no name. Well, it had a name, but you weren't supposed to talk about it. Which lead him to believe that most people were a little loose with rule number one. Surely he had heard it from a friend or overheard it whispered among existing members. In fact, maybe it was encouraged to be a little loose lipped about it all. He surely had, but a clever way to advertise something without open doing so. Not to mention it felt cool as hell to be apart of a secret club. Well, kinda secret. Whatever. Howard didn't care either way. It was a chance to hone his skills and maybe even learn a thing or two about self defense. After what they had all been through over the years, no one should be unprepared. The darkness may be gone for now, but surely not forever.

The dhampir's long legs carried him towards the ballroom. Excitement quickened his steps as he made his way. The club had met a few times before, but today was to be their first official event. He daydreamed of what the club organizers had in store for them. Images of a bloody battle royale flittered through his imagination. Probably not, but it would be fun. At least he knew that wands would most likely not come into play. Howard was a subpar caster and a chance to use his hands was always welcome. As he approached the large double doors of the room he shrugged off his wonder. What comes will come.

Howard entered the room and his crimson eyes would quickly take in the scene. "Hey!" He greeted the club leaders that were present before he eyed the large rug that took up the center of the room. Next to it were some trainman dummies and on the other side a table full of first aid supplies. Yes! A chance for some action! "Need help setting anything up? Or should I just wait around till we start?" Howard asked and had already started stretching.

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It was time for the first real meeting of the fight club. They had had one with discussion before, but today they would actually get to do things.
To be honest, bailey was curious to see how similar this was to her Martial Artists Club. She was sure that this would be different, and she was curious where the crossover between the clubs would be, and which of her MAC members would also be here.
Changing into an outfit more suitable for working out, Bailey removed all of her jewelry except her initial "b" necklace. Tying up her shoes, Bailey slipped her wand into the cardigan she was wearing, and holding her gear bag over her shoulder and her water bottle in one hand, Bailey left for the meeting.
She was waking down the corridors, max starting to shiver. Bailey tried to hide the shivers when she bumped into her best friend, Kim.
“Heading to the meeting?” He asked. Seeing her shiver, he asked “why aren't you wearing warmer clothes or a coat?”
Bailey blushed scarlet. She had forgotten one, plain and simple.
“I forgot one-I meant to grab one on the way out and I forgot.” Bailey said, shivering.
Kim, being the gentleman he was, removed his coat and handed it to Bailey, saying "Here. You can use my coat until we have to part ways on the way back."
Bailey blushed a deeper red and said “Thanks Kim, you really didn’t have to.”
Walking a little faster, Bailey grabbed Kim’s hand to pull him behind her. She didn’t even think for a moment that he might not be part of this club.
Arriving in the ballroom, Bailey saw two people had already arrived. Both she knew of but had never met personally and gotten to talk to. First up was @Xailah Alptraum, a sixth year Griffindor prefect, and someone bailey greatly respected. The other person in the room was @Howard White, another sixth year and prefect, but this time belonging to the noble and kind house of Hufflepuff.
Bailey smiled as she entered the room, and immediately offered to help. "Hello?! My name is Bailey, Bailey Glade. Is there any way i can help you? Or would you rather me stay out of the way?"

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@Xailah Alptraum @Alan Vanes @Howard White @Bailey Glade

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Rushing through the corridor, Monica treaded with little care to those around her, there wasn't time to be curious. A slight bump here, a shout of 'sorry' there... surely if people knew why she was in a hurry, they would clear a path for her, unfortunately though the did not, and Monica had to cost by looking like some disrespectful bloat.

She was furious with herself, she had lost track of time playing 'hockey', if you could even call it that, with bubba. She just couldn't be shown up by him! But in her charge for victory, time slipped away, and now she was undressed and running late for the club meeting!

Practically soaring down the staircase as she made her way to her room to change, grateful that no one happened to be going up or down the flight of stairs, Monica burst into her door, and changed the fasted she ever had in her life. Due to the lack of time, she didn't get the change to really think through her outfit, so she just put on her plain gym clothes... perhaps next meeting she would be more prepared, but for now this would have to do. She grabbed her robe on her way back out, and did it up as she dashed back up the staircase.

As she got close to the ballroom, she let her run fall into a brisk walk, no sense looking like she had just ran a marathon, as her paced slowed, she began to breath deeply and heavily. Her breath was staggered from all the running she had just done.

Finally standing right at the doorway, she took a moment, took a big breath in, and let it out... she opened the door to walk into the room. It became quite clear that so far, she was the youngest student to attend, but it didn't phase Monica much, she was sure she could hold her own against anyone of any size, and this club was the perfect place to show that. As heads turned as Monica entered she quickly saw Bailey, the girl from the train. Monica waved at her, before joining the cluster of those that have arrived already.

"Sorry I'm a bit late guys... I lost track of time whilst outside..." Monica took note of those there and it would seem she wasn't the only one behind a bit. "Ah...I'm Monica for those who don't know..." Her lungs felt like bursting, she had been trying to keep her deep breaths shallow, to not appear like she was out of breath, but it was beginning to catch up with her.

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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Bailey Glade |@Xailah Alptraum |@Howard White |@Flash Holmwood |@Hugh Lowe |

Ethan wrapped his fingers around the metal zipper of his jacket, tugging it up to his chin. The gray t-shirt he had worn earlier would have been insufficient in this weather; the temperature was well below freezing and the wind was howling. 
 
Better to be safe than sorry, he thought.
 
The material of the jacket was thick and warm, and he was soon feeling better.
 
He stepped out onto the Gryffindor common room and was immediately enveloped in the noise and bustle of the students greeting him. It was always a bit overwhelming, the sheer number of people in the castle, but he was used to it by now. He made his way through the throngs of students, greeting those he knew and exchanging pleasantries with others before making his way towards the ballroom.
 
Ethan had been picking out a club to join for a while now. He had considered many options, but nothing really stood out to him. That is, until he heard about the self-defense club.
 
The idea of learning how to properly defend himself appealed to Ethan. He had been traumatized by an incident where someone had elbowed him in the eye. He figured that if he learned how to properly defend himself, he could avoid getting hurt like that again.
 
The massive black doors stood before him, ominous and foreboding. He slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around the cold metal handles, hesitating for a moment before he finally summoned the courage to push them open.
 
He was welcomed by people preparing for the activity they would do. They stretched their muscles, getting ready to exert themselves. “I hope I'm not late..” he muttered, apologizing for his tardiness. He scanned the room and saw the star chaser from his recent Quidditch match. He was glad to have at least one familiar face in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Ethan felt a little out of place as he joined the others in stretching. He wasn't quite sure what to do, but he figured he would start by reaching his arms up over his head and stretching at the top. Then he bent down and touched his toes, feeling the stretch through his whole body. Next, he did some side bends and twists to loosen up his muscles even more. Finally, he took a deep breath and jumped up. 
 
He can't wait to see what they will do next.

@Xailah Alptraum @Howard White @Bailey Glade @Flash Holmwood @Hugh Lowe @Monica Evans @Kim Sato

He wasn’t one for clubs. Outside of his perennial training for broom racing, Nicholas didn’t see much need to socialise with many of his other students when it came to exercise. He knew how to push himself well enough, how to fling himself at ungodly speeds at obstacles and pull out from crashes at the last minute. Besides, most of the clubs that the students organised held absolutely zero interest for the once-upon-a-time racing captain. Muggle interests and performing arts, he could not think of anything more dull.

This proved the sole exception.

Violence was an outlet. Not that he had been involved in anything in the way of brawls, excepting the occasional punch thrown, no, he’d contented himself with structured displays of violence and competition. Namely the airborne gladiatorial arena, wherein blatching had become a key component of his arsenal. Still, there was something more he craved, some greater outlet.

Anger and frustration seemed to constantly boil away at his core, and short of the few times where Aurora managed to quell it via awkward confessions of adoration and hand-holding, he found himself almost unable to focus. Why was he so angry all the time? He did not know, nor could he comprehend the depth of adolescent rage and hormones. Only while he was pitting himself against others did he seem to feel at least somewhat free of the burden of the fire within. Violence was the exhaust through which such emotions could be safely dispelled, and sport provided the perfect excuse for such.

So a sport that did away with all preconceptions and merely pit bodies against bodies was perfect. A true competition, that’s what fighting was.

Nicholas entered the ballroom in his trademarked way, slouched and dishevelled. His long hair threatened to fall over his face, held back only by a ratty headband. Dark eyes flickered over those assembled, many a familiar face, almost all of whom were older than he. Not to mention over half of his racing team had arrived. It seemed the way, they were bruisers after all.

He waved lazily at the organisers, nodding toward Xailah, before he made his way to, surprisingly, the one person in the room he was most comfortable with. Hugh Lowe.

The part-giant was about as friendly as an elderly mastiff. But shared roars and discussions as to racing uniforms has bridged the gap somewhat.

“Lowe,” Nicholas grunted as he took up his place by the giant at the wall.

Whereas his alleged companion seemed content to stare at the walls, Nicholas took his time examine those around him.

@Hugh Lowe @Xailah Alptraum