<div class="floatleft">(http://t.imgbox.com/acgFAcFg.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>Training Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, 2:00pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>SHIELD supplied workout clothes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The observing adults<br/><strong>Notes: </strong>Jimmy's vitals are spiking<br/><hr/><br/>The extra training, had done little to slow down Jimmy. He was a bit slower and way heavier than everyone else but his body handled it well. Jimmy scored high during the fitness evaluation, among the most pull ups done, but speed was not his strong suit. The moment the elevator opened he felt a sense of dread drop into the pit of his stomach. For the first time in weeks he felt something, it felt like a cold lash across his back as something pooled in his gut.<br/><br/>Jimmy's heart rate and breathing spiked, more so than when he was running his lap or consecutively hammering pull ups and crunches. He didn't even leave the elevator until he was ushered out, only to pace back and forth as the automated voice came on.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me out of this room...I am not going to do this." </strong>Jimmy walked out of the crowd and looked up towards the sterile looking walls.<strong>"Let me out!"</strong>He demanded, a rumbling formed in his voice. Jimmy was feeling like an animal backed into a corner and there was not telling what would happen. What had Professor Xavier missed inside of his head. Jimmy's hands tensed into fists, his wrists flexed back and forth as he looked up at those looking in at him.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>(I want to be in the scene, but I thought this would be a great time for Jimmy to freak out. Flashbacks to his escape, the sterile walls and room just triggered something instinctual in him) </em></div>