<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe / Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sub Basement Training<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Carol, Logan, and Steve<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sound of the elevator doors swooshing closed from some distance down the hallway had preceded the arrival by several moments. Stepping into the sparring area where most of the commotion had emanated from she steps to the side, content to simply watch quietly the unfolding match-ups. The day had been beyond stressful. Dealing with some students she did not particularly -want- to and she was certain there was more to come. The office had become musty, claustrophobic and she simply had the urge to move -elsewhere- where there were more people, more activity.<br/><br/>She glances towards the student known as "Logan" such a hormonal driven man. Directed by what was in his pants moreso than any sort of reason or logical thought. She shakes her head quickly as he quite obviously begins to leer and Carol, trying everything he can to get into her good-graces. So that he could try to -bed- her no doubt. It was something she was having trouble coming to grips with this seemingly primal need by some males to simply 'hump' everything in sight. The look of shock, and the rather angry reaction from Carol prompted her to speak as well as soon as the blonde woman quieted.<br/><br/><strong>"That was perhaps a bit uncalled for. Carol is a strong woman and a gifted combatant."</strong>She pauses for a moment, pursing her lips.<strong>"Sweet-ass, Goldilocks... Those terms are a bit demeaning, wouldn't you say?"</strong>