<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Central building - Cafeteria<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown in pic<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jaine-Lynn Dough<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"You definitely did," He said with a grin and a wink, beginning to cut into his steak, and took a bite. It was flavorful, if a bit tough. Not the best steak he had ever had, but after today, it felt like heaven on tastebuds. He chewed, made a sound of appreciation for the food and opened his carton of OJ," Everyone's tired. I'm used to a hard exercise regimen and I was caught off guard," He flexed his right bicep idly, scowling as he felt a sharp pang of pain shoot through it as he did," Tomorrow it's gonna be worse, though. Then... the day after, you will feel stronger and more invigorated. At least," He paused, taking another piece of steak onto his fork," That's been my experience..."<br/><br/>She then asked him if he was nervous. He was, but he was dealing with it. Not knowing anyone was balanced by the fact that they had very little time to themselves to actually mingle and be forced into socializing with each other. He had a feeling that this was done on purpose, considering that the way that the powers demonstrated on some of these people, socializing might not have been an option outside of here, so they weren't going to force it on anyone," Nervous... yeah, pretty nervous. Everything's new, everything's strange. Not helped by the fact that they're trying to turn us into a bunch of athletes. What it feels like, anyways," He chuckled and took a sip from his juice," But yeah. Being a freak surrounded by freaks has helped me feel more normal here than I have anywhere else.<br/><br/>He cut up some more of his steak," So... you grew up on a farm? Where from?"