<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/hTgT6T8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, 2017, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire, Gabriel Summers | Vulcan<br/><strong>Content:</strong>After a tiresome workout, Laura works up some energy to help her friend<br/><hr/><br/>Laura was incredibly tired. She'd just finished an incredible amount of training, having spent her entire time in the gym from lunch to dinner time. Pull-ups until her muscles screamed, and then twice as much afterwards. Crunches for a solid, uninterrupted hour. Twenty miles on the treadmill. Then, she pummeled a punching bag until the seams began to tear. If not for her ability to rapidly heal, her body would have given up on her hours ago, tendons and ligaments tearing like tissue paper after so much stress. The only thing that could stop Laura was exhaustion, so she labored until the point where she was near ready to pass out before she called it a day.<br/><br/>After hitting the showers and shuffling out of the locker room, Laura thought she might go to bed early, but a biological imperative just as urgent as sleep arrived as she heard a guttural sound bellow from her empty gut. Licking her lips, wondering how many plates of beef she could put away before they dragged her out of the cafeteria, Laura began to head in that direction. She bounced with sudden energy at the thought of dinner, her dark athletic shoes soundless against the polished wooden flooring of the halls as she sped her pace.<br/><br/>She heard and smelled the confrontation long before she turned the corner and could see it. Food mixed with the oil of the skin wasn't particularly pleasing to her nose, but what was more troublesome was the sound of heckling boys, and Rahne, her roommate, screaming out in anger. Laura's bouncing, athletic pace shifted into a sprint, fearing the worst as she dashed into the cafeteria, only slowing for a moment to assess the situation: There were four boys, two of them standing near Rahne, who was on all fours in a pitiful collar and muzzle, another, glowing with energy, standing further away, and the fourth crumpled against a support pillar, apparently thrown by the glowing one. There was too much to parse; She had no idea who was on whose side, only that Rahne needed help.<br/><br/>A snarl erupted from her throat and mouth, furious and feral, too low to catch anyone's attention; What was loud enough to get everyone's eyes on Laura was the flurry of motion from her as she made a sprinting leap onto the table where Rahne had been seated, feet heavily thumping down on wood, and a sharp, dangerous -SNIKT- as two claws popped from either fist, one pointed at Gabriel, the other pointed at the other standing pair.<br/><br/><strong>"Who wants it, huh?!"</strong>She screamed, lips and face curled into a monstrous mask as she gave a threatening look to every boy surrounding her. There was a glass of milk set on the table by her feet, and Laura gave it a hard kick; It sailed over some heads and shattered on the wall, aimed and calculated not to hurt anyone, but to scare, and get attention.<strong>"Nobody hurts Rahne without goin' through me first, and I'd like to see you try'n put Wolverine in a muzzle!"</strong>Vaguely, Laura understood that she wouldn't actually put her claws to good use on any of them. But that didn't mean<em>they</em>understood that.