<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgbox.com/MEGptC0X.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jacqueline Gabrielle LeBeau – Roulette (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349352#msg16349352)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City  - Firing Range >> Training Room >> Cafeteria<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Leather pants, Doc Martens, Ramones T-shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All in the training room, OPEN<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been just over a week since Jacqueline pulled up to the Marvels compound on her Ducati Scrambler with all she thought she’d need for the moment in a duffle bag slung over her back and a fair amount of skepticism clinging to her shoulders. She wasn’t even sure how the message asking her to join up with this outfit had even found its way to her, given how clandestine she operated. But somehow,<em>someone </em>had managed to find her and suggest that it would be worth her while to haul her ass over here and make nice with this new team.<br/><br/>Jac still had her doubts. Like her mother, she wasn’t exactly the hero type. It wasn’t as if she actively<em>didn’t</em>help someone out of a bad situation if she found them in it or anything, but she didn’t go looking for those jobs. She had other priorities. Hell, she didn’t even have what anyone would call a costume. Plus, she worked alone, and liked it that way. Here, it would all be very different. This was a team, and she had no idea if she wanted to be part of one. Especially when she was older than most of them, and many of them seemed to be full of raging hormones.<br/><br/>So far, aside from spending time getting to know the others at mealtimes and mandatory group training, Jac had spent a fair amount of time on her own, honing her skills with the facility’s fancy schmancy – and oh so expensive – high tech equipment. This morning she was working her way through the facility arsenal on the firing range, proving that – like Callisto – Jac was a dead eye shot at an incredible range, thanks to her enhanced eyesight. She had to admit, the new toys were<em>fun</em>, and more than a few a few would be hella useful on missions. But when she reached the furthest distance the range had to offer, she finally set the sniper rifle in her hands down and pulled off the ear protection she was wearing. “<em>Merde</em>,” she sighed. “’Dis is borin’. I’m gonna need an outdoor range if I want a challenge. Or mebbe I find dat Danger Room t'ing.  Firin’ standin’ still is one t’ing. Doin’ it on de move is another.” She spent some time cleaning the firearms before putting them away, and then slipped out of the firing range on cat-like feet to pad around the complex, drawing a playing card from her pocket and then absently rolling it between the fingers of one hand as she walked.<br/><br/>The facility itself was huge and had everything that anyone there would want or need, it seemed. Every state of the art whatchamacallit and then some. All of it futuristic and so damn clean. Jacqueline was already homesick for the sights, the smells, and the simple feel of ‘Nawlins. It wasn’t home, and it was proving hard to get used to.<br/><br/>Deciding that perhaps something to eat – and maybe a drink besides – was in order, Jac altered her direction and headed towards the part of the building that housed the cafeteria. Her path took her by the training rooms and gym, where it appeared half of the team was engaged in a variety of athletic activities. At the sight of Magni lifting the biggest set of barbells she’d ever seen, Jac came to a slow stopp and simply blinked, doing her best not to stare with blood red eyes rimmed in heavy kohl. “<em>Ga lee</em>,” she whispered, blinking again. What the hell was she doing here with people that could do things like<em>that</em>?<br/><br/>“I dunno ‘bout ‘de rest ‘o you, but I got an<em>ahnvee </em>for somethin’ t’ eat,” Jac said, loud enough for all of them to hear. “Any o’ you wants t’ join me feel free. Otherwise, keep on up with yer<em>fais do do</em>.” She absently waived a hand towards the group to encompass all of the activity going on within it before dropping it and continuing on towards the cafeteria, card still spinning lazily in the other. Maybe she’d get lucky, and they’d actually have something truly spicy on the menu today.<br/><br/>… naw.<br/>