<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jimmy Hudson Jr.<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Wolverine (in time)<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>2nd Floor Room 6<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Scott before sneaking away.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>He was not sure why, but he scoffed (slightly) at Scott's very idealistic view on the future of those eating dinner. Jimmy scanned the room and sized up the small crowd before turning towards Scott. Jimmy wanted to disagree but decided against it. To spare him from looking like an open mouth fool, he tore into his steak and chewed it down quickly with little care for manners. Jimmy unintentionally flashed the beast like fangs as he finished his dinner far quicker than anyone else.<br/>"I don't like what is going on around here slim...things aren't adding up. I need some air, you catch up with the rest and don't go on repeating what I said." He confided in Jimmy as he stood from his chair and made an escape.<br/><br/>Jimmy didn't bother looking back, nothing could really stop him if they tried. By the time he was out, he made is way up to the stairs to see if he could take them all the way to the helipad on the roof. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong, once he made his way out he took a deep breath and let the fresh mountain air clean replace all the scents from the inside. It was there he found a place to sit and simply stare off at the mountains before he began to wonder where the hell these guys had stashed his bike and how hard would it be to retrieve it once he found it.<br/>