<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Strange<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>3rd floor, room 3<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fitness Center (Swimming Pool)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, Early Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Swim trunks, light tank top, flip-flops<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Stephen had always been an early riser. 5:00 am was nothing new to him and by 5:30 he was wide awake and ready to get in a morning workout to stay in shape between studying and other sedentary activities. He changed into his swimming short and a thin tank top and flip-flops to make his way to the pool for a swim. It was his favorite activity to do alone for exercise. He didn't favor team sports except for indoor soccer but things like tennis or badminton were also engaging if he could find interested partners. He didn't see that being too easy here but he admitted the others might surprise him in a good way.<br/><br/>He dropped his towel on a long bench near the pool and kicked off his cheap sandals before rubbing his hands together and hoping the pool was at an agreeable temperature. He paused, looking down at the floor, then over the water, and smiled. He stood back up from his diving-prepared crouch and took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose. He raised one arm up, imitating Moses from the many movies and other media wherein he parted the Red Sea, and cast his arm forward, projecting one of his force fields outward and into the pool. The water began to recede to each side, thankfully not overflowing over the edges, but Stephen began to laugh as he witnessed this 'miracle' he was achieving. It had already extended about 3 yards, then four, before he started to feel his energy waning. He got a little over halfway across the pool's length with his force field before it vanished and the water rushed back to fill in the gap it had left.<br/><br/>He was already panting from the exertion but was impressed at how good he had done. Shielding himself from projectiles was one thing, but to have to hold back heavy weight like that was a much better exercise of his ability that he hadn't thought about testing before. This could really help him build up stamina and maintain stronger, longer-lasting barriers. He'd have to ask about having more access to the pool or other similar environments. As he'd already graduated high school (with honors, his parents always reminded him to add) he didn't need many of the curriculum courses the other students required.<br/><br/>Without any reserve mystical energy to create another barrier or launch any projectiles, he decided to have a little more fun and did a cannonball into the water instead of diving in head-first.