ALT #421: Nuggets are Fun
Nuggets are Fun
Summary: Toby teases the new nugget
Date: 03/03/2014 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Toby Crenshaw 
Fitness Center
Smelling of sweat and grease, the Fitness Center is a place where individuals can come to work out or just work off stress. The area closest to the entrance is taken up by two very large sparring pads with a pathway down the center, each pad removable to reveal a Pyramid court beneath. The walls beside the pads hold lockers for everything from pugilist sticks to boxing gloves to rubber guns, though deadly weapons are strictly prohibited in here except by authorized personnel such as on-duty Military Police. Standing goalposts for Pyramid are also kept against the wall. Past the pads are a vast number of nautilus machines as well as free weights to lift. At the back of the room are workout bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and stairclimbers. There is an entrance to the pool at the rear as well as a locker room to the side.
AWD #421

The Airwing's newest nugget, Wilson Crenshaw is here in the Fitness Center, running at a good, steady pace on a treadmill fairly close to the heavy bags and free weights. He brought a small duffel with him to the center as well. The Ensign is wearing just a gray t-shirt (sweaty down the front), and loose fitting athletic shorts with trainers. His body is fit and strong but his expression looks like a lost puppy, even while focused on his running.

Toby is far from the FNG he was eleven and a bit months ago, but he still recognises that look on a man's face. Heading towards the heavy bags he wraps his hands and knuckles as he walks, the motions almost instinctive by now. Stopping by his chosen bag he starts to stretch his arms and shoulders to warm them up in preperation, givin him chance to watch the younger man for a few moments before asking in a tone that can best be described as 'non-confrontational', "you're mother know where you are?"

Crenshaw takes a moment to realize Toby's talking to him, and blinks when he connects the dots. He presses the stop button on the treadmill and hops his feet out to the sides. "Sorry uh, sir, what was that?"

Toby fights for a moment not to react to having someone call him sir, trying to gauge just where this new and unknown face fits into the grand scheme of things onboard. Offering a breief smile as he continues his warm up stretches he clarifies, "I was just saying you look a little young. New recruit?" There's a few of those around for sure, although this guy doesn't look like one of the minoans.

"Oh yes, sir!" Crenshaw says with a grin. He steps off the treadmill and offers a salute which is not intentionally sloppy, but could use some work. Or maybe just practice. "I'm Wil- uh, I mean Ensign Crenshaw, Air Wing. I'm in the Viper track." If there were a word that meant 'double eager', it would apply now.

"Theres no need to salute onboard," Toby states, still faintly amused by the whole encounter, "counts as inside so no hats, no salutes." Somehow though, he accidentally fails to mention the 'you outrank me' part of the no need to salute. "Nugget?" he asks at the mention of viper track, "how long you been flying for?"

Dropping his hand, Crenshaw smiles and nods his thanks for the relaxed atmosphere. "Heh, yeah, 'nugget'. That's me. Well geez, lemme think. Been flying for /years/. But just freighters and loaders and stuff. The vipers are just so frakkin /fast/." As he talks more, his manner and speech really start to give away his Picon heritage.

Toby's accent is quite clearly Tauran, but then the bits of tattoo visible underneith his t-shirt are likely a dead give away too. "Freighters eh" he replies, eyeing the pilot for a moment or two longer, "would have figured they'd give you a raptor then. You pulled favours with Major Holtz for training or something?" His brow furrows slightly, attempting to mimic scepticism, "you sure you know what you're letting yourself in for though? He has a reputation breaking those who he doesn't think can cut it."

"Oh man, I'm not expecting any favors here," Wilson says earnestly. "But they saw the footage of me rolling our barge through an asteroid field and come out safe the other end - I guess they figured I had some potential. Anyway, I plan on qualifying for raptors too." And there's the boast. "I can fly anything with a stick."

Toby raises an eyebrow slightly at the mention of his flying antics, then a little further as his intention to dual qualify is announced. He manages to hold his gaze for few moments before deadpanning, "oh, he's going to have fun with you," before he starts to turn away towards teh heavy bag. Making a show of a few warm up punches so he can work on surpressing the grin that's trying to creep onto his features he then says, still with his back turned, "just remember that as his student it's your responsibility to make his tea each mornng so he can enjoy it in his bunk. Black, no milk, no sugar. NEver give him coffee though, he doesn't drink it."

Crenshaw moves to steady the heavy bag for Toby while he warms up, apparently quite familiar with the gym equipment, and moves to not be in the man's way. His eyebrows go up at Toby's advice and he nods, "Yeah, I figured nuggets would have to do crap like that, but no one told me what he likes. /Thanks/, man. Oh, I'm Wilson, by the way. Wilson Crenshaw, uh, like I said before." He grins and offers his hand to Toby.

"You're lucky," Toby replies as he gives a silent nod of thanks for steadying the bag, "Captain St Clair, she's squadron leader for the Gentlemen Ghosts by the way, she has her nuggets make her bunk up each morning and all sorts. Major Holtz, he'll just eat you alive if you frak up the training, or if he thinks you're slacking, or if he thinks you're over confident, or, well, a multitude of things really." He doesn't take the hand, he's too busy punching away, but it's acknowledged with another quick nod as he ponders what name to give for a moment. Dio's is very tempting, but it's not a roose that could last so he opts for honesty at this point, even if he does spin it slightly, "just call me Tobias."

Crenshaw nods gratefully, soaking in all the helpful advice! "Wow, thanks Tobias. This is really gonna give me a leg up over the other recruits. I'll find a way to thank you, I promise." Wilson gives the man an earnest smile and then glances up at the clock on the wall. "Frak it," he says, dismayed. "I have to run." He pats the heavy bag, giving warning that he's stepping away from it, and scoops up his duffel. "Thanks again, Tobias. I'll see you around!"

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