<div class="floatleft">(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/618818_zpse050e858.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eden Elks<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Venus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dojo, training room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>May , 2:45-ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Orange running pants ,<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Team Venus<br/><hr/><br/>Birds chirped in the distance, the sun beamed in along glossy and clean floors of the polished old dojo. The sliding doors in the back open to the garden setting a view and allowing the radiance to illuminate most of the shadowy dark woods that ornamented the room. Lush and full greenery in the back with a light sound of sloshing water in the nearby pond outdoors. An oasis of peace and tranquility if there were such a thing. Emerald colored leaves carried by slow moving gusts  now and again through the surprising warmth of the spring that had come.<br/><br/>Eden had arrived earlier than the rest, much sooner in fact. The assumption by a certain guardian due to his normal tardiness had given him an earlier time to be there than the rest since they had found the normally empty training area. However given he was actually on time he had come early for once. Leaving him time to be bored an inamused on his own. Sitting upon the wooden floors, blue eyes almost sad looking with that submissive tilt of his brows. Staring in the distance to the outside, his frosty hues holding the prismatic reflections of the surroundings outdoors. Cheeks puffed out in a childish guppy-like fashion as he consistantly checked the neon orange transformation scout-cuff upon his right wrist for the time. The time it had taken him to get there by bike, it would have been pointless having only 30 minutes at best to deal with before rushing back, it would have been stupid not to wait that little extra over an hour only to be possibly late upon his return.  Venus lifted a single hand, stroking it through his blonde locks. Fingers ruffling the tousled platinum hair, a recent addition of a sky-blue tinge added to the tips of his hair in the front of his messy fashionable lemon-cream colored fringe as he rose up. Looking side to side trying to find something to do and amuse himself. Having told the lady of the dojo he had been expecting friends, at this rate she had probably doubted that. Giving a groan at the boredom of what to do in the heat.<br/><br/>The uppity scout folded his arms behind his head,  Eden's body a bit more sculpted than expected, but nothing to really brag about in comparison to some of his fellow scouts if any of them.  His bare torso sun-kissed from the almost summer-like weather they had been experiencing.  A pair of black goggles with yellow lenses hanging about his neck from his bike ride over. Neon orange running work-out pants made of an almost lycra-esque material without any shimmer.  The snug skin-tight pants hanging low on his hips. Showing off the contour of his Adonis belt. A black name brand stamp on his right lower hip of them, a black stripe going down each leg and a navy blue jock-strap able to easily be seen. The strap pushing up and out a decent amount of his untanned butt-cleavage to peek out the top of his pants in the back. The ample amount of flesh glossy as were the rest of his body. Glistening in a light amount of sweat, glittering as it beaded down his sporty abs he had been working on. Their definition not the best but enough to say they were more than noticeable on a sporty and lean boy like himself. As he bounced to his feet. Messing with the orange gauge in his right ear before looking to his bag beside him.  Pouting his lips to the side and shrugging.<br/><br/>Figuring he'd eat lunch before the others had shown up he opened the bag next to his bag of clothes he had worn on the way there before flopping on his stomach near the edge of the back of the dojo to look at the outside.  A six inch chicken sub, a Sunkist drink and a bag of Cheetohs sorted out in front of him that he had gotten on the way.  Immediately popping open his drink and starting. Giving a happy sigh of relief through his stuffed mouth at his first bite. Appearing to enjoy it more than could have been anticipated.  Only looking over his shoulder as a minorly upset pig gave small oinking noises before running around in a circle and somehow managing to slam a sliding door behind her. The scout's eyes a small amount wider as he stared, obscenely confused before looking to his sandwich.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> " ...It's not ham.. "</span>he'd whisper to himself before  counting the possibility of what upset the strange animal out. Shrugging before his next bite and returning to his happy smiling lunch-time expression as if he had forgotten why he was there in the first place.