the gauntlet discussion

Each room has 4 lofted beds, 4 dressers/closets, 4 desks, and a lockable cabinet for personal items.

Room Occupants
A - E'mai Lukis
B - Gillian Hughes
C - Jax Karnus
D - Jorrel Erocke

Having just come back from his attempt at a workout, Jax was finding himself completely and utterly wiped. It was like the longest day on the farm - only instead of hungry pigs, he was surrounded by driven future competitors who made him more anxious than the chickens because listen, chickens could be mean, alright. He hadn't even wanted to work out at all, to be honest with himself, but he felt he owed it. To his mom, to the people he'd beat out in getting accepted into the Academy. He owed it to all of them to put in the effort, even if the motivation to win wasn't coming from himself. Even if he personally didn't want to run, he wasn't doing it for him - he was doing it for his mom.

Setting his bag down on his desk, he raked a sweaty hand through his damp hair. Oh yeah, a shower was definitely in order. Glancing over at the bed across from his, his smile was not lacking in the dorky department. Despite his lack of enthusiasm about the Academy, he was getting the chance to know his brother. That made this whole thing worth it in his eyes - and so maybe Jorrel didn't have the same excitement to get to know him. That was a . . . Minor hitch, that was all. And speaking of his brother, the sound of the door opening had Jax looking up from his bag, grinning at the sight of the shorter blond. "Long day?" How to casual conversation with someone you hardly knew who also happened to share some of your DNA?

Jorrel was more confident in himself than the twin prowling the halls in his bath towel, but he had absolutely zero desire to spend his time in any of the training areas getting all sweaty and gross. Despite his spoiled life, he hadn't spent a whole lot of time sparring, or punching the shit out of sturdy sand-bags, and he'd been in a bad mood since ever the first competition. Whoever thought it was funny to trample him because he was of measly height compared to the entirety of Ainsley's male population ... it wasn't funny, and he was about an inch away from ripping everyone's eyes out just to get back at them.

As one can imagine, Jax was not the face that Jorrel was hoping to see right now; not that he'd been hoping, but standing here faced with the same blonde hair and sturdy facial features that he had was not putting him in a good mood. Jorrel scowled, clutching the book that he'd swiped form the library hard against his hip, "I'm not the one whose had a long day," he commented. He cut across the room quickly, looking for a way to avoid being in closer proximity to Jax than he needed to be. Jorrel scaled the ladder up to his bed, awkwardly stretching out over the mattress so that he didn't bang his head against the ceiling like he did literally every single fucking morning. Nose still upturned, he glanced at Jax, "You look disgusting."