<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Marvel Girl<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>2/1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Multi-purpose Field & Outdoor Track<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tee shirt, sports bra, gym shorts, ankle length socks, and running shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, 1245<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Roman, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Phys Ed wasn’t exactly Jean’s strong suit.  She had some athletic ability, but her parents had always stressed scholastic achievement.  Like many young girls she had taken gymnastics and dance classes, and had even played soccer when she was younger.  Than her powers had manifested and she had withdrawn from people in order to keep them out of her head.  Her sessions with the Professor had allowed her to be amongst people again, but she was never as active as she had been.  She felt a portion of her mind and focus needed to remain upon keeping her mental barriers up.  Perhaps it was unneeded paranoia, her mind didn’t seem to wander even while she was asleep, but physical exertion meant she was likely to experience mental fatigue as well.  Something, she was rather fearful of.<br/><br/>Jean could be found toward the back of the assembled group.  She had been hopeful, at first, that they would be playing a game; maybe soccer or kickball or even football.  That was until her RA and PE teacher decided they needed to be tested, and there seemed to be more than a few agents ready to assist him.<br/><br/>Apprehension and despair welled up inside of her as she watched the instructor demonstrate a pull-up.  She couldn’t do a pull-up to save her life.  Her eyes immediately looked at Jimmy, Victor, Scott, and Arthur.  She imagined they would all be able to do a dozen or so pull-ups, and she was certain Mantis would outperform the rest of the girls.<br/><br/>She sighed softly.  At least they could she could do some crunches; though, she didn’t know how many.  It seemed, however, that Mr. Kalani wanted them to march in place first.  Why the hell were they marching?  She’d heard of jogging in place, but marching made this whole thing sound like a military boot camp, which, she was starting to believe that it was.  If it wasn’t for the Professor, she felt like walking out on the whole thing.<br/><br/>Instead, Jean fell in line and began “marching” in place.  She didn’t quite understand what this was meant to do.  Teach them discipline?  That was what marching was normally used for, right?  It didn’t really seem like it was any more demanding than walking.  It was actually pretty freaking lame.<br/><br/>She rolled her green eyes, at least there was a majestic view.