<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone/No One In Particular<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> Carol headed out of the Avengers Tower looking very much like your average student. She headed across the school grounds and started for the doors. It wasn't too long after that she saw a girl running past her in a hurry and a few others not far behind. Apparently word had gotten out that Johnny Storm was going to school there and he was on the premises. The blonde teen hero rolled her eyes some and looked back to see him surrounded by the fairer sex all of whom were swooning and/or begging for his autograph. She could have sworn she heard one of them shout out that she loved him and wanted to have his babies. That alone made her brow raise and a laugh followed. Pushing back her silken locks from her face she turned and head on into the school. <br/><br/>With the close of the front doors behind her the school loomed ahead, bustling with students and faculty alike. She slipped past a few giving smiles and apologies as she made her way to where she had been assigned a locker. Pulling out a slip of paper from her bag she looked it over. <em>12-4-22</em> Glancing at the combination lock in front of her she dialed the code in exactly and then tugged on the lever to unlock it. With a sigh she stared at it again and tried once more, thinking it must just be temperamental. Her lips repeated the numbers in audibly as she twisted the finicky number lock. Slender fingers grasped the mechanism again and she tugged once more. <br/><br/><em>Good Grief!</em><br/><br/>She sighed a bit and tried a third time. <em>Three times a charm.</em> Dial, twist, dial, twist, pull. Nothing. Frustrated she looked down at the paper again then up at the locker. Much to her dismay it was the wrong locker. She was one locker over too many and flushed a pale pink as she hoped no one else noticed. Sliding over a little she tried the combination again and click it unlocked and opened with a slight sticking of the door which was remedied with a good tug. <br/><br/><em> Now.. not too much Carol.. you'll break the darn thing.</em><br/><br/>She looked into the locker and pulled out an old sock and some papers and curled her nose up. <br/><br/><strong>"Nasty."</strong><br/><br/>She let them drop to the floor and stuffed her bag in after pulling out a notebook with a pencil hooked into the front pouch. Her schedule said she had Trig first, which was a fairly easy course and luckily it wasn't a complete snore fest for such an early morning class. Had it been history, she likely would be sleeping the morning away behind her desk. Finally closing up the locker and twisting the number dial to ensure it was locked, she spun around nearly bumping into a group of guys who looked like they ate their Wheaties every morning. She slipped past them with an excuse me and a smile then headed down the hall to her class. </span>