Some people in this room were so loud, and seemed like they just loved physical contact, which Abel wasn't a big fan of. Maybe joining the club was a mistake, after all, considering he didn't talk much, and his intimidating disposition tended to scare people off. Feeling content with his impressions of the room and the people in it, he moved to the back, leaning against the wall and absently scrolling through his phone, texting someone. After all, what else was he going to do? Nothing was happening yet, and he wasn't one to start conversations. It was at this point he remembered he did have better things to do, like his daily run, but he felt like at this point he was stuck here for the rest of the meeting. He put his phone in his pocket and quickly put his hair up in a messy ponytail. As much as he loved his hair, it did get in the way a lot.