Wolf Wars (temporay hiatus)

destined curiosity

.. spectrum remix

Aria walked into the gym with a smile an contentment in her heart as she greeted some of the frequent visitors pausing to say a 'good morning' an gather a momentary break between reps or rounds. Wrapped hands an sweaty faces, clothing clinging to bodies an minds exhausted to a point where no distraction is allowed, no distraction other than your opponent dancing from side to side playing the next attack. Aria walked down a dimly lit hall, passed two down listed, 'Gals' and 'Gents' locker rooms with tacky names an even tackier lay out designs within. Reaching a propped open door with a fresh smell of coffee an a recently smoked on half cigarette, a propped up fedora an a slightly over weight gentleman with a zipup on an a whistle hanging about his neck, you would never expect the Polynesian descendant was once a fine medical practitioner, with the way he smoked an drank. Aria only smiled enjoying the uniqueness to this old man's character. "Morning miss Aria" he smoke in a husky groggy like tone that had her question how many smokes he had already taken down this morning, along with probably to much bacon an eggs, but then again at his age with all he has accomplished, she only giggled an figured he was allowed all he wished. 

"Good morning. how're you?" she set her bag down at her desk an flipped on her light an computer. Walking back toward his desk she leaned against it an awaited the mornings gossip on games an fighters as well as the morning talk of his wife an children and the old fart of a beagle still managing to howl at all hours of the night in his elderly age of nearly sixteen, this astonished Aria seeing at that dog had eaten just as much of the bacon an eggs as his human an physically endured just as much with being run over at least twice. This man was more than a mentor she was a walking gossiping newspaper that was far to entertaining for this girl's own good. She sipped her coffee an waited for his to finish a word search fill in. It was, Master. Aria raised a brow an then dismissed it.

"Well miss we will have several new guest as of this morning, i arrived with a message on that there machine" he waved at the answering machine i had insisted on having put in. He still didn't quite grasp the idea of emails an texting an voice-mails for his iPhone were a bit of a joke seeing as he was already tech impaired and on top of that deaf in one ear from too many blows to the head. Aria rolled her eyes hiding a smile with her coffee. "So i figure you can show then around an then sit in on the youngins match later today about noon, i have an appointment again an Maggie insist i go this time" he grumbled an narrowed his beady dark eyes at the large font computer screen. 

With a chuckled Aria slid the glances from atop his fedora down to his old man nose so he wouldn't disturb his vision anymore than it was already straining at his age, "Well maybe you should listen then and go an she wont have to keep rescheduling" she walked over to the answering machine to listen for herself who these new comers were. "Hey whose side are you on kiddo!" he hollered an stood on creaky knees an a popping back to retrieve more of the black tar he called coffee. Aria winced at the liquid sludge an had no idea how he chocked that down, hitting play she listened:

Hello, my name is Rylin Lockwood and ill be staying in the area for a match coming up an was hoping to use your gym to train in for a few days? If you could give me a call back that would be amazing, my number is ***-****  thank you again an have a good day. 

Aria glanced at the old man now back at his computer once more, sending cheater messages of advice an talking of old times with long ago match buddies. After she had explained and shown him the positives to this 'Facebook business' he seemed more receptive to the idea of making a profile an allowed her contact all the old guys from his era. He now spends most of his time scouting an chatting them up, or talking smack Aria recalled this one time.. she shook her head an pulled out her own cell phone playing the message again to retrieve the number knowing he wouldn't have already called the girl back. She sounded nice enough, an was very polite. Most likely a big scale fighter looking to lay low an continue training while waiting for her fight, they probably just got into town an heard of Bob's gym. Seeing as that was his most creative title for the gym, dialing the number she smiled at the old man squinting at the keyboard, 'oh Bob..'  she thought and walked out into the hallway.