Augustus Colonel 



Classed dragged on forever, and the water class had disregarded a traditional classroom and left the school buildings in favor of training in the fields. The earth students were in no harm, the air and light students reporting similar lack of injury. With nothing else to do with the remained of class time, Gus skipped out and made his way around the school. Classrooms, open courtyards, spiraling staircases, the whole damn place was a confusing puzzle in and of itself. Every teacher had a new part added onto the school and after a while it just became a jumble of memories and unused space. Though one room took his interest for more than a passing fancy.
Pushing open the door gently, Gus stared at the practically unused gym equipment. Specifically the heavy dumbbells. Organized and neatly placed from lightest to heaviest. The lack of something worth doing brought him into the room and closed the door behind him. Nobody would mind if he just killed some time in the training room, right?
Rather than bother with the core training machines or a traditional treadmill, Gus picked up a 70 pound dumbbell and found a comfortable seat on the bench. For the next hour or so he simply used a blood exercise to stimulate the muscles as he performed various exercises with the dumbbells in his hand. The bell for lunch rang at noon on the dot and Gus found himself hammering away at a punching bag, every meaty punch threatened to rip the bag from its chained supports but never gave way to the force of his aggression. Sweating profusely, arms sore, Gus grabbed a small towel and splashed some cold water on his face before focusing on his own body and willing the numbness in his muscles to fade to a tolerable degree. An advantage of his element was that after years of working with simple muscle work, Gus sported a powerful physique. Nigh incapable of tiring from simple exercises. 

Gus hit the lights and felt his stomach growl as the door closed behind him. Lunch was indeed going to be interesting, considering he might run back into the kid he had punched. Some people really didn't like being struck. 

"Oh well. I'll burn that bridge when I get there.." He sighed.

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Gus entered the cafeteria and felt his knees weaken. How cruel the gods were, to give him but one voucher, and display the world before him on a golden platter. How could one person even decided where to begin?! Like a mad bull he took off running, his heavy boots accentuating his stride with equally heavy thuds. 

"Oh, what first! Do I get something home cooked? I know! Seafood!" Gus' sheer bulk pushed other kids out of his path in the frenzy to satiate his hunger. Rudely shoving past the slower walking people with a mumbled apology as he followed the smell of shellfish to the eastern food. His eyes were bigger than his stomach when he caught sight of a man decapitating a fish on a bloody board, and resisted the urge to spill what was left of his breakfast on the ground. 

"Maybe fish was a bad idea." 

Enthusiasm burned out, Gus walked away from the scene of fresh fish and chose to enjoy soup instead. A rich broth of beef and chicken, served with fresh noodles and vegetables. The meal itself while not the most amazing of culinary innovation was still a high quality meal. Every bite was bursting with flavor and a rich harmonious taste. A simple carbonated beverage and some buttered toast was all he took to accompany his food.

Meal in hand, Gus took a seat near the entrance and simply enjoyed his meal. Uncaring that some of the other students, in standard teenager fashion, began insulting their heavier fellow student.