<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>Steve Rogers / Captain America<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger Dorm Common room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any Avengers who want to hang out<br/><em>Pizza party! </em><hr/><br/><br/>After arriving via cab back on campus and the ride was paid by a swipe of the comm card, Steve and Carol went their separate ways. She needed to change, well not really, but Steve did not actually say that out loud and he returned to his room. His clothes had seen better days, the jeans were ripped up and after taking off the clothes he noticed he had taken a few injuries but nothing that wouldn't heal within a day or so, mostly a case of road rash from his slide earlier that day. He spent a few minutes staring at the outfit in his closet and took a moment to reflect on the reality of it all before slipping into the shower. Everyone he had known, gone, everyone...<br/><br/>He stayed for a long time just thinking before he managed to slip out of the shower to dry up and change into something comfortable. A pair of athletic black mesh shorts, a Storm Valley High gym shirt and a pair of sneakers. The last thing he did before leaving his room was order a whole dozen pizzas of multiple variety with drinks and sides before he moved off to claim the common room.<br/><br/>The common room seemed empty, a few saw and acknowledged him but none had caught word or the news. Steve sunk into the middle couch and flipped the Television on, the amount of channels and programs distracting him from actually flipping to a news station.<strong>"I bet I could sit here all day and not get anything done..."</strong>He commented to himself as he went over the guide. So much media, so much entertainment but he yet to figure out how people could just sit in front of a Television and waste a day like this.