<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ryw8S5q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm room shared between Laura, Rahne and Antoinette<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire, Open to Netty | Marionette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Showing off her new uniform<br/><hr/><br/>Determined, purposeful strides took Laura down the hallway through the dormitory wing of the school. Nervousness was a feeling she rarely felt for herself, but she was bristling with the stuff as she clutched a plain brown parcel in her hands, held close to her chest as if she was afraid it would be taken from her otherwise. Few things got Laura so excited, and if any telepaths had been close by, they might have heard her thoughts like it was an FM radio wave blasted to anyone that cared to listen.<br/><br/>Part of her jitters could be attributed to hunger. She had skipped breakfast in lieu of getting her hands on that package, as such basic needs became secondary to her new purpose that morning. In fact, when she threw open the door to her shared dormitory and smelled the breakfast lingering on Rahne's lips, she gave a low grumble of regret, already looking forward to the hugest lunch she could cobble together later in the afternoon. For now though, she looked over at her roommate, a terrifying look of excitement in her eyes and an unfamiliar smile wide on her lips.<strong>"Red. Yer' gonna wanna see this."</strong>Laura's grunted, her blunt words wouldn't have sounded unfamiliar at the lips of Logan... Which was a purposeful affectation on her part. It would have sounded weird to anyone who had known her long enough.<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/kqjg1UC.jpg)</div><br/><br/>After casting a glance at her roommate and friend, she saw her own bed, not left in its usual state of disarray, with blankets spread wildly as Laura sprawled and pulsed in a mess of restless limbs throughout the night and pillows out of place that had been hugged to her chest for want of something to cuddle. No, Rahne must have tidied up after her since then, and Laura couldn't put into words as to<em>why</em>, but it irked her. Something to do with her personal space, her territory... Laura still held her package as she went to sit down on her bed, and made deliberate motions with her butt to ruin the perfect symmetry of her arranged blankets and sheets.<br/><br/><strong>"Lookit this,"</strong>she urged again, holding out the package. Then, a silver blade slowly emerged out of the space between the middle and index finger on Laura's left hand, a dangerously sharp edge that tore easily into the paper packaging concealing her secret. The claw withdrew, the flesh of her hand parting then resealing almost immediately, and a flash of blue and yellow fabric spilled out, prompting Laura to frantically catch it before it hit the floor.<br/><br/><strong>"I, uhh, just need boots and a belt and it'll be ready for the field."</strong>She flipped it around her hands for a brief moment before finding the shoulders of the Wolverine uniform and held it up for her friend and roommate to appraise, a big, doofy smile on her face as she waited for the approval she craved.  Nobody had worn the Wolverine uniform in a year... Not since Wolverine had died.