<div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My God This Gym is Freaking Sweet!</span></em></strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name / Code Name:</strong>Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jack, Ororo<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Johnny offered a nod to Ororo and smiled once more as she spoke of his own room.  That was a relief.  He was half afraid they were going to do a roommate thing.  That would have sucked.  Ok, his own room... sweet.  He would indeed be decorating it with posters of hot rods and well endowed chicks in skimpy outfits.  He spoke to Ororo just before Jack slipped out and dragged him out with him.<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks, Ororo... stay hot.  I know I will."</strong><br/><br/>Then he and Jack were gone from her office and heading down to the gym.  As they entered the facility, he glanced around.  Hrm, seemed like a pretty standard superhuman training center.  Was that one of Ben's hydrolic weight press machines?  Hrm, Tanya Stark must have gotten some of this equipment from Reed.  He wasn't surprised, though.  After all, Reed did make good quality stuff, egghead that he was.  He sighed a bit at the thought.  Ben... Reed... Susie... he was gonna miss them terribly.  Not that he'd let on, though.  He moved over to a body sized punching bag that hung from the ceiling and pushed it a bit, only to find that it was a lot heavier than it looked.  He raised a brow, running his gloved fingers along the material that it was composed of.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Jack... check this out.  You could try this"...</strong><br/><br/>He stepped away from the bag if Jack approached to better give him room.