<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_megqfcheNg1qau5mb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zoe Hennesy<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Zo<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1.Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=122886736)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm room... to Second Floor of Fitness Center<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd.A little after 6am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jimmy.Victor.Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">The alarm clock rang, and Zoe groaned. <em>4:45.. ugh.</em> Zoe thought as she hit snooze. It had been a restless night for her. The few hours of sleep she got, were interrupted by her own internal alarm waking her up a little after 4. So, hearing the relentless buzzing of an alarm waking her, was a tad bit annoying. Slowly her body moved into a sitting position, her feet on the ground as she sat there thinking to herself for a moment or two. Raising her hands above her head she stretched from side to side and let out a soft yawn before standing up, a littler perkier than most this early in the morning. Smiling to herself she looked at the bathroom, already quit familiar with her little room. Closing her eyes, it only took her less than a millisecond to appear in the bathroom in front of the shower. With a slight grin on her face, she opened her eyes slowly. It took her body a moment to reconfigure her surroundings, but within a second she turned around and turned on the water. After a quick shower, she blinked herself in front of her dresser and thought about what she was going to do. After a few minutes she shrugged and grabbed some sweatpants and shirt to workout in. It was going to be a long day, why not fit in a little work out to get the blood pumping. Not too many people could be around at the gym, right?<br/><br/>Throwing normal clothes into a gym bag and looping it over one shoulder she stood up and looked around her small room and gave a short, quick nod as she opened her own door and quickly headed down the stairway. There was no way she was in the mood to deal with many people on her floor, considering she wasn't too sure about some of them. How could she trust everyone within the first two days of meeting them all. That was an impossible task... at least for Zoe. On her walk over to the fitness center she realized that the jacket was a good idea, the crisp mountain air causing a slight chill as she quickly hustled to the gym. She didn't see anybody on her walk over, but that meant nothing. Just a few minutes apart in timing could cause a big difference in being able to see the ones around you. Sliding into the locker room, she put her hair up into a tight pony tail and hung her jacket and bag up in a locker. That was when she quickly realized that she had no idea what was on each floor. Heading out of the locker room, she realized she wasn't going to swim. Only partly due to the fact that she did not have a swim suit with her. But, the indoor track was welcoming and she set up on a light footed run. This was what she needed, and it was nice to get the blood pumping. <br/><br/>After a few laps, she realized she needed more. There was a little pent up tension within her about the confusion and frustration of the academy, not knowing everything and every other annoying emotion that she wish she couldn't feel. Coming to a stop slowly, she walked one lap. Taking a long drink from her bottle she wondered what was on the other levels. Maybe there was something that she could hit around a little bit, considering none of her siblings were here to wrestle around with. She made it over to the stairs and started heading up the stairs, realizing that her legs weren't quit used to running anymore. She laughed to herself as she walked up the rest of the stairs quickly, opening the door and looking around. This was the kind of equipment she could appreciate. Her family had had it's own little gym, containing most of the things in this room... except for the sparring rings, or course. Smiling to herself she took another drink quickly and moved towards one of the punching bags. It was a little bit a blonde moment, but she just realized there were two other individuals in the same area she was in. A little roll of her eyes, but she observed the other two quickly. The first one, Jimmy, she recognized right away. Considering their conversation the night prior, a slight grin came across her lips as she observed him working on the bag.<br/><br/>Her eyes quickly moved to the other gentleman in the room, Victor. She wasn't aware of his name, or who he was. But, considering he was here this early... he couldn't be that bad, right? Giving a slight little wave -to at least appear friendly- to both of them, she turned to her own bag in front of her. She put her hands into fists, and then stretched out her hands again, stretching them out a little. One thing her father always told her was to make sure she was stretched out for and prepared for everything. Well, she had forgotten to do that in the morning. Reaching down to her toes for a few seconds she decided to fuck it and took a step closer to the bag. It might have looked a little funny to some; a tiny, short, red-headed girl next to a 400lb punching bag. But, this is what she was used to, so she didn't care what anybody thought. Rolling head back for a second, she did a quick couple of heavy hits onto the punching bag. Her eyes bouncing from her own bag over to Jimmy as his workout seemed to be getting a little more intense, more... impressive. A little smirk came across her features as her own assault on the bag in front of her got more and more aggressive as well, occasionally bringing a knee up to the bag. The bag swinging slightly, more than one would think based on her size. Offering the bag a few more hits she was breathing a little heavier as she stopped to take a drink from her bottle.<br/><br/>As she was drinking, she noticed the other man in the room make his way over to Jimmy. Victor's own fighting style, as she had observed, seemed trained and well thought out. A brow raising as she over-heard the man asking Jimmy to a sparring match. Halfheartedly she swung at the bag a few times, wondering if the man would take the offer. Would be interesting to see him in a fight, considering their little offer from last night. Her hands started moving faster and faster against the bag, getting into her own zone again. For a moment she thought about blinking to other side of the bag, and trying to see if that work or not. But, that was an experiment for when she was alone, no risk causing herself any humiliation. After giving the bag a couple of spinning kicks, followed by hard punches her fists were getting a little sore, but she kept working. Soon her body wasn't listening to her mind, and she was basically unleashing on the bag. That is when it happened, she blinked to other side of the bag, causing her whole body to stop for a moment. Considering the very short distance, it was only about a second before she was no hitting the other side of the bag. She grinned a little as she realized that it was something she could use in a fight with some more work. She blinked back to the other side, taking the second to recoup again, but her mind was catching up quickly as the short distance was easier to handle. Panting a little harder, she stopped and took another drink. Tucking some loose hair behind her ear. The teleporting thing took a little out of her, and she was kind of wondering what was happening with the sparing match. Her eyes flashing over to the two for a moment as she took another short drink.</div>