<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Vek-av.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kevin Forester - Vektor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen; September 1, 2013<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Dark blue sweat-pants, hoody, and tennis shoes; sunglasses.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Storm, Beast, Jubilee, Flame, Mercury, NightCrawler<br/><hr/>HeadMistress Munroe walking into the kitchen was like a nice breeze. She immediately brought a focus and a calm along with her. Kevin would resist the urge to read her emotions, even though he knew it would soothe him - especially after the fiasco with Cerberus/Myth - but he was still toying with the idea of it being rude reading someone's emotions, even if there was no harm in it, especially if it was for personal gain.<br/>He was in the area of the nook when she entered, but stood, removing his sunglasses, and moved closer to the counters where she and the others stood after she entered.<br/><br/>Another week until classes. That was cool. Kind of defeated the purpose of him getting there a little early, but no worries. Just meant he could put off the anxiousness of being confronted with everyone all today, and just relax and get more comfortable around them first. He had noticed that his forearms were glowing just a bit brighter today already...<br/>...And then she mentioned The Danger Room. Gulp. Kevin was both excited and horrified by this concept. He couldn't wait to see The Danger Room and what it was capable of... But the idea of running through some sort of "test" in there - especially one headed-up by HeadMaster Logan - and in front of everyone...!?! Not exactly the `calm' start to a week of settling-in he would have anticipated...<br/><br/>When she spoke his name, Kevin nodded. Then she said to finish breakfast first. Right. If he was going to do this, it wasn't going to be on a glass of lemon-water.<em>Blender... Blender... Blender... I need a blender...</em>Kevin thought. He was panicking.<br/>Basketball!?! Why couldn't<em>he</em>be one of the ones chosen to go play basketball?!? Dammit!<br/><br/>He grabbed a blender from a cupboard and took it across the room where it would be less of a distraction to where everyone was gathered. Then he went about grabbing any fruit in the area he could find and throwing it in with a lot of ice. He noted to himself that he was going to have to ask Bobby where they keep the protein powder.<br/><br/>While he waited for the blender to do it's thing, he leaned against the counter, still tense. HeadMistress Munroe's warm smile did help him, but he was going to need more. He decided to read her emotions anyway.<br/><br/>...And just like that, he was calm again. It felt as though someone had opened all the windows and doors in the kitchen, and the wind just flew through and carried his tensions away. God it felt good. He was going to have to remember this feeling and try to tap-into it the next time he was meditating...<br/><br/>Alright. Shake done. He put the blender away, and grabbed his glass with the intention of heading downstairs. He figured what he was wearing should be fine, so whatever time he didn't spend changing, he wanted to spend chugging this shake and maybe doing some stretching.