<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe/Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger Tower, Entrance<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gamoran, Jean<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The dark-skinned woman lets out a genuine, and even loud laugh. Her deep tones echoing through the rather large entry way for a few moments. Her own arm, looped with the arm of her longtime redheaded friend flexes slightly holding onto the embrace as well. Her crystal blue eyes turn towards the woman to her side for a moment as her full lips purse into a small frown at the question for just a moment before returning to a genuine smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Well normally I would say 'no' but since you have already missed the first period and have yet to even unpack or be shown to your room I think you can skip -one- day."</strong><br/><br/>Her lips purse once again at the other question she posed... Would it be difficult to adjust. At that she shrugs her sloped shoulders slightly before speaking again.<br/><br/><strong>"I will not lie, I had a great deal of trouble myself... I am used to those who have come together for a common reason to serve the common good. It is different here. There is one here who is here by force, and makes no illusions as to not wanting to be here... Someone who would leave some or all of the team to die just to slake his need for violence and bloodshead..."</strong><br/><br/>She trails off, raising her free arm so that she can rub her chocolate-brown forehead with the palm of that hand. Obviously disturbed and troubled by the mere thought of the person she spoke of. Taking in a deep breath she speaks once again.<br/><br/><strong>"Though fortunately we have many here who are the opposite. Gamoran here, the enigma that he is... Is a man of honor and integrity. There is Carol and Caroline, who are quite friendly and easy to speak with. There is also Mister Storm... And more whom you will meet."</strong>