<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gue62ypP1qg22hlo1_1280.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>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Motorcycle boots, black T-shirt and a black biker jacket.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Scott and Him at a table, Arthur approaching then leaving<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The smells in the room were starting to overpower his senses, too many scents, too many people. Jimmy wanted some fresh air or a cigar, the latter always dulled his sense of smell while he was puffing on one. Most of the smells were pleasant but others were not. It overpowered his food, food he could smell was a little heavy on the garlic for his taste but he was not going to let a good piece of meat go to waste. Jimmy had already decided to finish up as quickly as possible and get away at least for a moment before<strong>Scott</strong>strolled up to his table.<br/><br/>"Never seen a pirate before, Slim?" He nonchalantly dismissed the intimidating aura of Nick Fury. Jimmy was no fool, he had looked up some of the video from New York. He did not believe he could stand toe to toe with any of those other heroes, but he was not drinking the "future heroes" fruit punch.<br/><br/>The class schedule, Jimmy had not even given it a second look over when Scott had brought it up. "I didn't get Home-ec, even after I signed up for it." Jimmy replied in his dry, humorless (sounding) tone, a tone that sometimes made people wonder if it was a joke (or attempt at one) or not.<br/><br/>Jimmy glanced up at the arrival of<strong>Arthur </strong>and listened to his idea. "Sure kid, see ya over there." He replied to Aruthur but did not make a motion to move just yet.