<div class="floatleft">(http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4280/stormunleashedsm.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe / Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Carol<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Stepping into the room she turns and gently closes the door behind her. Arms fold in front of her torso as she walks towards the bed. Her steps careful and calculated each one carrying her a specific distance closer to the blond woman. A single turn crisp and clean causes her to turn her back just for the briefest of moments. Arms come down and smooth out the bottom of her violet skirt as she settles onto the bed next to her newfound friend. A bared, dark brown-skinned arm extends and rests on the upset woman's shoulder.<br/><br/>"You know, when I first moved to this country with my mother and sister I was simply facinated by Saturday morning cartoons. Popeye in particular. He had this saying... This saying that I have never forgotten:<em>'I yam what I yam, what I yam'</em>." The odd sounding words being even more convoluted by the heavily accented voice as she speaks.<br/><br/>"I... cannot pretend to like Jon. He, as Ares, represents everything that I opposed to. War, senseless violence, bloodshed, rage and anger... But even though I do not like what he is, what he stands for. I understand what he is what he wants to be. He is what he is." She pauses for a moment, pursing her lips. "There comes a point in all our lives where we have to decide what we are and what we want to be... We have to decide who we are, what we stand for. It's a personal choice each of us must undertake on our own."<br/><br/>She quiets again for a moment, her clear blue eyes focused on the blond woman. "I find myself caring about you a great deal, Carol. Heck at first I felt an -attraction- to you. I suppose that is why I was so upset when you left with Jon... I... felt that sooner or later he would hurt you, and i hate to see those I care about -hurt-. But in the end, Carol there are points in our lives when we have to make a decision... If your decision is to run back to Jon, and kiss him, to -make- him understand how you feel about him... Then you gotta do what you gotta do. No one else's opinion of you or him matters. All that matters is how -you- feel and how -he- feels."