<div align="center">* Riorden (http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/Male/brown%20hair/gaston_willig/gaston_willig_4.jpg) * Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601174#msg7601174) * o/o (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4514.msg151178#msg151178) *</div><br/>The locker rooms weren't physically separated for employees and members, only that the employees used the lockers farthest away from the doors and showers. Each step across the room made him feel odd, surreal. Was he really going to go through with this? All he had to do was think of one year old Kieran and three year old Keelan and his resolve was set.<br/><br/>He smiled once again at Trent as he passed the man, acknowledging him with a nod. The blue eyed man didn't leer, not that the club member was undressing to have any skin to leer at. He felt it strange that the man could choose to stay in street cloths but he didn't know or understand how the rich folk lived. There was another man a fellow employee given given the silver bracelet on his wrist and 'appetizing' clothing. Since the man had addressed Trent, Riorden kept going as to not interrupt.<br/><br/>Once he reached his assigned locker, he set his guitar case gently down on the bench and then his bag of other instruments on top of that. The one thing that Riorden didn't feel the need to worry about is what others thought about his looks. He ate right and exercised and women were always seeking him out. Everyone else had the same tools he did so he took off his shoes and socks and put them in the bottom of his locker. His shirt came next and was folded neatly so it would look good when he put it on to leave. He folded his slacks to they would keep the iron crease. A silver chain went on his left wrist so that it wouldn't accidentally get tangled in his strings and a towel like wrap went around his hips and velcroed shut. There wasn't much cloth to consider what he wore even a skirt. The length barely cover the cheeks of his ass and the side with the split didn't close showing nearly his entire right side. There was a light dusting of hair over his pecs and then around his belly button trailing downward to disappear under the cloth. His stomach had a faint sign of a six pack that only needed a bit more work to be perfect.<br/><br/>After undressing and dressing himself, he took his guitar from it's case and put that in his locker before shutting it. He was in no hurry to get to his place in the communal bath halls, after all he was early. He just needed a little more time to feel like he wasn't in a dream that turn into something that he potentially wasn't ready for.