<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jake Wheatly<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Mid-Knight <br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>    Marcus, Thor, Rogue<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>He promptly tossed one of the bottled waters, then offering Rogue and Thor one, if they wanted it. Thor had a point though. Thor's arrival into any scene was less than subtle, his lightning like arrivals were the stuff of myths and legends. Such a display may draw forward this Apokalypse himself. Why? Jake was no idiot, he saw a sort of pattern, based on what the various Xmen and Avenger reaction's He focused on critical targets before targeting humanity. The whole world watched what appeared to be Iron Man explode into oblivion. An aim at hope for the Earth. No doubt he would want to snuff a god, and keep the human will to fight broken.<br/><br/>"We should move, but stay in the area..some high ground. That way we could see what they send to investigate. The size of the investigation could tell us just how well we<em>can</em>hide anymore. Worst case scenario, they KNOW it was you.." He gestures to Thor, " And they break out the big guns, or maybe even the big guy himself may come looking for you. either way, lets move east, stick to the side roads.. that way we can be in a closer vicinity to campus and see what we can manage.."<br/><br/>Jake then opened a bottled water for himself and took a long hard swig, gulping down a  quarter of the bottle as he started to move. "We can also grab some supplies form here along the way." He says as he gestures to a marked point on the map. As they walk, his eyes cant help but wander over Rogue. He was still a young man, and Rogue was one that really lassoed the hormones in. Her southern drawl was a perfect level of attractive with her physique. He couldn't help but softly grin when he heard her speak.<br/><br/>His eyes then wandered over to the awe-inspiring display of Thor's own physique. He brought a  new definition to the phrase "what a hunk". His eyes though lingered on the legendary hammer. What power was there? could he even lift it? He heard many legends about Thor's hammer. One said the pure of heart could lift it, one aid only the god of thunder could. Either way, he walked so they were more or less all together, no one ahead of the other, making sure he kept the map and bag with him.