<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>Rooftop<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>Professor Xavier, Zoe<br/><hr/><br/><br/><em>(Despite posting order, I am placing Xavier speaking to him first before Zoe arrives/talks to Jimmy) </em><br/><br/>Jimmy was taking the moment to clear his head, a few deep breaths and he was slipping into a clear state of mind. He leaned back into the bench and kicked his feet out as he stared off at the mountain range. How far away from the nearest town were they? His time in the woods in the surrounding area had not resulted in any roads or man made trails. If anyone had paid attention to his outings, Jimmy was exploring each part of that surrounding area sector by sector, it was almost militaristic.<br/><br/>He was making plans on exploring a new area the next day when he felt the familiar and calming voice of Charles "Doc" Xavier. Jimmy was not a fan of someone in his head. When Xavier did it (unknown about the calming effect), he could deal with it  as long as it was quick. "Nothing you can do about it, Doc." Jimmy said out loud, the person behind him didn't catch him by surprise. He had heard the steps and recognized the feint scent of motor oil on her clothes, and a few more scents he was familiar with himself. "Needed air." He answered, leaning his head back then looking over his shoulder to look at the person who had followed him up.<br/><br/>"If your looking for a bar, good luck, I haven't been able to find one." Jimmy nose sniffed, catching a very feint smell of liquor. "Doc, you going to patch into this conversation or make her think I'm crazy?"