<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Camo-Cargo pants, white tank top covered by a button up jacket and running shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dani, Kitty<br/><hr/><br/>He was a jerk, he realized, and felt a wash of shame flicker over him, making his stomach feel uncomfortably queasy. Like there were times when it could comfortably be queasy, he thought, clenching his jaw and taking another deep breath. He knew that if he turned back to her, he would lash out. Physically. Use your angry words, his mother had told him as a child, not your fists. If he turned around, he would have to deal with whatever Dani had to throw at him, which he didn't know about, along with what the two SHIELD agents had to toss at him. He guessed that that would be enough, but even if it wasn't... what was he going to do? If he turned around, he was sure he wasn't going to find out. Hawkeye had shown him that he could kill Victor with his pinkie. He didn't want to find out what the guy could do with the rest of his fingers, and maybe even his arm.<br/><br/>He looked up when he heard a voice near him, almost shocked that anyone would want to talk to him after what had happened. He snapped his jaw shut, however and with an ashamed smile, he took the napkin, wiping his hands, scowling a bit as it came away red. He had been nursing the hope that nobody had seen him bleed.<br/><br/>"Thanks," He said softly, almost whispering," Dunno if you noticed, but I may have a small anger management issue," He smiled again," She called me on my bullshit, and I... reacted badly. I do have powers, if you can call them that," He finished cleaning his hands, and crumpled the napkin in his palm, crushing it in his fist," They just aren't... easy to call on. They come out when I'm angry, kinda like the Hulk, but... less Green, I guess..." He hung his head like a schoolboy caught cheating by his teacher.