<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Sc0daiw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Laura Kinney | Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the school lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Laura's up early, scratching trees<br/><hr/><br/>Laura was plagued by nightmares, ones real, and others that found her in her sleep like anyone else. In the safety of the Xavier school, she mostly suffered from the latter nowadays, but that didn't mean it wasn't still a plague. She couldn't remember the dream anymore, not even the broadest platitudes, but she remembered the feeling it left her with, which meant she had a good idea who the dream was about.<br/><br/>She wanted to use her claws on something, but the danger room wasn't open that early, and she didn't want to hurt anyone or break anything in the school. So after waking from her nightmare, Laura dressed quickly and sloppily, wearing ankle-high work boots, knee-length athletic shorts and a loose t-shirt as she stomped outside and found the nearest oak tree. Nobody was around to hear her angry snarls as she withdrew her claws and began chopping at thick oak bark, tearing it away to expose the bare, raw wood beneath it all, scored through and through from her attack. Laura lost her steam after a couple minutes, when her hands were numb from the pain of impact and before she did any irreversible damage to the tree itself. After stretching her fingers and shaking out her wrists for a few long moments, she began to use her claws again, only this time to carefully draw a figure into the soft, raw wood.<br/><br/>Laura was no artist, and the humanoid she crafted was ill-proportioned and sloppy, but they carried a couple of key identifying marks: the jutting 'ears' of the Wolverine mask, and three claws protruding from each fist. Laura no longer cried like she did in the earliest months after Logan had been killed, but her heart ached as she stared at even this rough image of her adoptive father. They had only been a family for such a short time before he was taken from her. Even worse, he had been replaced almost immediately; Another version of Logan, older and from an apocalyptic timeline, had fallen into their world and had been adopted by the X-Men as one of their own. He had her father's memories and then some, but he still wasn't the same man. Worse, he avoided her, and she in turn avoided him.<br/><br/>A familiar scent caught her nose, carried by the lazy early morning breeze; Laura turned as she heard soft footsteps making their way across the lawn towards her, as Jean Grey approached her carrying a small paper parcel. Not wanting the psychic to see her childish drawings, she began to trot towards her, to meet her halfway, eager to see what the older girl had for her.