<div class="floatleft">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6NVoP6jusXY/T90_iEGQGBI/AAAAAAAA3X4/I1eYyv8E8BM/s800/DevinALEXASINGER4Alanred.2.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>Classroom 4 (History)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, 0950<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>SHIELD supplied uniform, Sleeves of shirt hacked off, no jacket/sweater.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None, entering and taking a seat<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Mechanics class, it was great but it was also like a tease, just like Jean's skirts. He had not spoken to the red head but at one point he caught himself following her to their next class. Jimmy was not stalking, if anything he was hunting but his mind was still wrapped up in engines and physics. Lots of that stuff seemed complicated but when when broken down and compared to other systems, they began to make sense. Jimmy was a hands on type, he wanted to get his hands into an engine (or Jean) and see how it worked from the inside. The thought brought a slight smirk across his lips as he found himself stepping into a classroom.<br/><br/>Jimmy took a look around and checked his schedule, it was Military History. He was supposed to be in that class so it was not out of place for him to be there. The man sitting at the front seemed the polar opposite of Prof Xavier, more Jimmy's style. Pleased with his initial evaluation of the man he moved to take a seat towards the front of the class. Military History, something nagged at him that he knew this, that he liked it. "Oh boy, can't wait till we get to Sun Tzu's Art of War." He scoffed dryly, pulling up his tablet to glance at the syllabus and if he had been hasty in assuming they would be covering the text.