<div class="floatleft">(http://data2.whicdn.com/images/51547963/large.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>Sparring Center - Fitness Center<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, Early Morning 6am<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>SHIELD jump suit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>At 4am, Jimmy woke up, his internal clock was rigged that way. Why? He did not know, but it didn't matter if he had fallen asleep at 3:59 or 8pm the night before, he would be up. Grogginess never followed, like a hangover, Jimmy was not even sure what a hangover was supposed to feel like. His mind snapped awake and his body followed. His clothes needed a wash, it was one of the consequences of coming to ACE with only the clothes on your back. After a shower and a quick check on his tablet, he walked towards the fitness center.<br/><br/>Jimmy was unsure what elective training was, but as long as it had something to do with him boxing, he would be fine. He was a little early but he didn't care. With his tablet back in the room, and no personal device to play music, Jimmy began the day by pummeling the shit out of a punching bag. There was no finesse nor discipline to his fighting style, but as time passed on, unknowingly to him he began to move with the stride of a man who had earned a belt or two in his life. The strikes went from sloppy to precise, his feet moving along the floor to prevent him from stumbling or tripping over himself. His mind was working faster and more efficient, telling him how to move, spin, block, dip and strike.<br/><br/>A few hours in he was sweating but not tired, moving from station to station. If Zoe caught a glimpse of him that morning, she might have second guessed challenging him to that fight...