Camp Gym; Early Tuesday Morning.

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Cal had been thinking of mixing up his schedule a little to work in a bit more peace; today, though, he really couldn't have done it in the afternoon, so he forced himself up out of bed earlier than usual to head over to the gym. It also crossed his mind that he could take up an activity like jogging or something that didn't put him in potential gym traffic, but the solution to that was simple: jogging wouldn't work the right muscles. He needed shoulders, arms, chest, abs. The weights and the equipment in the gym were what would give him that best. And so there he was, again, working hard to make up for barely working at all over the weekend.


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Not looking forward to today's class very much, John found his way to the gym after his usual early run, hoping to work out all his excess energy that he blamed the cabins for.

"Hey," he said, nodding at the other boy as he moved to get himself a jump rope.

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"Hey," Cal responded with a lift of his chin as he kept his curls steady. No rest for the wicked, he supposed, or, apparently, the students of Fandom.

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"Nice to see I'm not the only one up this early," John said as he gave the rope a little test swing before whipping it around and jumping.

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Ahh, jumpropes. Cal understood that they could actually be quite good for working certain things, but they'd always take him back to gyms and locker rooms, free days when all the Charm Bracelets had a tendency to usurp all the good jumping ropes and then not even use them unless the coach was nearby.

"Yeah," he said. "Still trying to feel out what's a good time. Kind of like the early."

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It was best to stay focused on the task, but John rarely did what was best, which might explain why he was jumping slower than what might be considered usual.

"Morning's good 'cause it wakes me up, gets me going so I can be relaxed the rest of the day." At least, that was the theory.

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"Yeah," Cal agreed with a light smile. "Can get oddly busy in here sometimes, though. Sometimes I think I'm better off just doing this at midnight or something."

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"Sometimes I think people sense when you want some peace and flock to you," John told him. "It's a part of the weirdness."

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Cal grunted a little distastefully at the mention of the weirdness; he hated to by a cynic here (okay, well, he didn't hate it at all, actually), but it seemed like people could really get in the bad habit of blaming the weirdness on a lot of things around here.

"I think that's actually just basic human nature," he commented. "I have a decent size family, and, trust me, it's only when you want to be alone that they want anything to do with you."