<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, Gamoran, Ares<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She narrows her eyes ever so slightly at the shorter, gruff man. Her full lips purse for a moment at the insinuation that he cast about. Fighting and sex seem to mean about the same thing to him. Domination, and control she did not care for that at all, and the slight twisting of her lips into a scowl for the slightest of moments revealed that flash of emotion. Her stotic mask quickly falls back into place as she speaks, her voice as always calm and measured.<br/><br/><strong>"Logan, I have no interest in sparring with you. You are a close combat expert, I know this, I have seen your file. I am not. I do not have a metallic skeleton, claws, or rapid healing. If you set out to prove that you can best someone on your terms who cannot -fight- effectively on your terms, then you will have to find another combatant."</strong><br/><br/>She turns slightly and glances towards the green-skinned male, her exotic and dark features twist into a small smile, a far cry from the scowl she had worn for the briefest moments before. She spoke again, but the slight annoyance in her voice was nowhere to be heard.<br/><br/><strong>"And thank you, Gamoran, you are a true gentleman, something that is severely lacking around here between hormones, and rampaging many forget we must still endeavor to treat one another like living beings."</strong><br/><br/>She reaches up with a single hand. Her fingers each long and delicate are a lighter brown on the bottom than the rich chocolate-color of the top. She allows the very tips of her fingers, along with their well cared for but sharp looking nails to rest onto his arm in a way of thanks. With that she turns and moves towards the direction she saw her friend Carol move.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>She ducks quietly into the door of the weight room, just in time to feel the heavy -pressure- in the air. The smell, the 'feeling' of hormones and pheromones which hang heavy in the air. Her wide, slightly flat nose flares slightly as she takes in the scent. The source easily seen as the man with writing all over his face who was at the time quite drunk and had the smell of sex and debauchery hanging around him like a permanent haze from earlier stood toe-to-toe with Carol.<br/><br/>She frowned, she couldn't help it. The man was doing is utmost to land yet -another- female into bed, if the smell of sex and partying on him earlier had been any indication it was normal for him, and what struck at her gut was that Carol seemed to be flirting in return, expressing a great amount of interest in him in return. She lets out a soft sigh...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong>"...indulging in something sweet and spicy, with you."</strong></span><br/><br/>She heard it, and she shook her head once. It was not her business. It was never her business who anyone wished to spend their free time with, with who anyone wished to be intimate with. She allowed the look of disappointment to cover her exotic features while she was still quietly standing to the side. Scrunching her nose she redoubles her effort, placing the stoic mask and bottling down her feelings -hard- as she often had to do only to not inadvertently change the weather around her through flagrant emotions she finally spoke up.<br/><br/><strong>"Actually, Carol..."</strong>She begins, still standing at the doorway a good distance away from the pair.<strong>"I... have a -lot- of work I should get done. So why do you and your new friend not go... enjoy yourselves. It will give me one less reason to procrastinate."</strong><br/><br/>She offers a small smile towards the pair, a very -forced- smile, but she did her best to make sure it -looked- as genuine as possible. After saying her piece she simply offers a small wave before turning away from the door, and heading back down the hallway. Once she was out of sight she allows her shoulders to slump forward slightly and exhale deeply. She -did- have a lot of paperwork to catch up on, so she did not outright lie, she had decided.<br/>