<b>,</b><br/><br/>As he fell down toward the shining blue water below, Salvador looked back on his three months in Purgatory. The trials, the pain, the wonder and joy. Some people hated it with all their beings but he could never say he was one of them. Even Bloody Mary, the Harpy of the HERO program was strangely endearing with her creative insults, the no bullshit attitude and a body to fantasize over. With the wind air rushing through his hair as he fell he thought of the obstacle courses they made him run, brimming with pins, knives, spikes, and patches of ice. Oh how many times did he slip and fall for hours on end, get pricked by an unnoticed pin and go flying away like a balloon. He enjoyed it so so much. Trying to get to bed so exhausted that you don't make it and pass out on the floor. The girls in in exercise clothes, the friends, the food he didn't have the risk his life for (most of the time). While Ante was his professor, Salvador saw him as a rival, especially after the first time he left the walkway to his class slippery and laughed as Salvador tripped and fell for the entire period. It was only when the class was over that Ante pushed him off the slippery patch and freed him.<br/><br/>Unlike the others who hit the water with splashes and flailing, Salvador hit the surface with a sharp slap, lingering at the top before slowly sinking in. Taking in a swig of it, he started to swim upward until he broke the surface of the pond. Wiping water from his eyes he floated on his back and leisurely kicked his way to shore where everyone had already began to shout their commands at each other. Getting to his feet and shaking off a bit, Salvador took off his wet shirt and wringed it out. Running his hand through his hair roughly to get the water out, Salvador placed the shirt behind his back and retrieved a dry, white t-shirt. He could deal with his jeans being wet but for some reason a wet shirt just irked him.<br/><br/>A cocky smirk stained his face as he weaved in and about the others butting heads. Kicking off wet boots toward one of the tents and then peeling off his socks while hopping, he made his way toward the wall of lumber. Getting a hold of the top and eventually scrambling to the top, he sat down next to the only Venan in their ragtag group of superpowered misfits. Reaching behind his head he pulled out a<a class="externalLink" href="http://the-hurukai.deviantart.com/art/The-Jester-5737612" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">white mask</a>and nestled it on his head like a visor. Noticing the pack of cigs in her hands as well as the noticeable amoung of cleavage poorly hidden by her coat, Salvador chuckled a bit.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkViolet">"I hope you're not offended if I say I regret you didn't fall in the water with the rest of us. You think they remember that we're supposed to be out of the valley by the end of the week, not getting settled in?"</span><br/><br/>Not waiting for an answer, Salvador reached his hand behind her head. The sound of sizzling could be heard when he pulled his hand back into view holding a red tube labeled "TNT!!!" with a crackling fuse.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkViolet">"Need a light?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>