Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center
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				Title: <strong>Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 22:27:13</strong>
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				With three-stories made out of the same black panels as the Student Dormitory along with transparent windows running along the top floor, the Fitness Center is one of the larger structures present on the grounds and not too far of a walk from the Central Building.&nbsp; Upon entering through the sliding doors, the students check in with a receptionist at the front desk before heading off to various locations depending on what they intend to do.&nbsp; Stairs connect the different floors although there is also a large elevator that runs through the middle of the building, allowing access to the lower levels.&nbsp; Only authorized S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel (Clearance Level 6) and approved members are able to access the lower level, requiring an eye-scanner as well as fingerprint identification. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">First Floor (Locker Rooms | Indoor Track | Swimming Pool)</span><br>The first floor contains the reception desk where students can check in.&nbsp; From there, students can enter into two separate rooms separated by gender which contain lockers, lavatories and showers to change if they desire to, as well as store any valuables.&nbsp; Upon exiting, there is the choice of whether to walk up a ramp towards the elevated indoor track (200 meters per lap) or continue forwards towards the pool area, which includes a swimming pool, which is half the size of an standard Olympic pool (20 meters length-wise).&nbsp; Lanes are usually roped in the last four lanes for those that want them while the other six are typically left open.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Second Floor (Sparring Area)</span><br>The second floor houses the area for those who wish to spar or desire the things needed for increasing one's fighting technique.&nbsp; There are two regulation-sized boxing rings for use, both 20 by 20 feet, which has padding on the surface and tension ropes lining each side.&nbsp; There are also different stations scattered housing equipment such as heavy bags, speed bags, and swerve balls, all of different tensile strength and durability.&nbsp; Other equipment is available, which can range from safety-oriented gloves to hand/kick pads which a mentor could use in their teaching.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Third Floor (Gym)</span><br>The third floor is different from the other two in that there are ceiling-to-floor windows acting as the outer wall, while the others are lined sporadically with mirrors.&nbsp; This level contains the more traditional gym equipment and machines, all of which can be set to a level that the person desires.&nbsp; There are treadmills, exercise bicycles, elliptical machines, and rowers available for more cardiovascular activity and a range of free-weights, as well as, barbells with a variety of bumper plates for those who desire to focus on their strength.&nbsp; Jump-ropes, medicine balls, and kettle bells can be found in one of the corners, as well, near the two stations set up for short rope-climbs (15 feet high).<br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Originally written by Keldia</span><br><br>IC tag:<br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]http://placehold.jpg[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Alias:[/b] <br>[b]Dorm Assignment:[/b] <br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging:[/b] <br>[hr] <br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 23:30:30</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; <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... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 21:37:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Strange<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 3rd floor, room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center (Swimming Pool)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim trunks, light tank top, flip-flops <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Stephen had always been an early riser. 5:00 am was nothing new to him and by 5:30 he was wide awake and ready to get in a morning workout to stay in shape between studying and other sedentary activities. He changed into his swimming short and a thin tank top and flip-flops to make his way to the pool for a swim. It was his favorite activity to do alone for exercise. He didn't favor team sports except for indoor soccer but things like tennis or badminton were also engaging if he could find interested partners. He didn't see that being too easy here but he admitted the others might surprise him in a good way.<br><br>He dropped his towel on a long bench near the pool and kicked off his cheap sandals before rubbing his hands together and hoping the pool was at an agreeable temperature. He paused, looking down at the floor, then over the water, and smiled. He stood back up from his diving-prepared crouch and took a deep breath, exhaling through his nose. He raised one arm up, imitating Moses from the many movies and other media wherein he parted the Red Sea, and cast his arm forward, projecting one of his force fields outward and into the pool. The water began to recede to each side, thankfully not overflowing over the edges, but Stephen began to laugh as he witnessed this 'miracle' he was achieving. It had already extended about 3 yards, then four, before he started to feel his energy waning. He got a little over halfway across the pool's length with his force field before it vanished and the water rushed back to fill in the gap it had left.<br><br>He was already panting from the exertion but was impressed at how good he had done. Shielding himself from projectiles was one thing, but to have to hold back heavy weight like that was a much better exercise of his ability that he hadn't thought about testing before. This could really help him build up stamina and maintain stronger, longer-lasting barriers. He'd have to ask about having more access to the pool or other similar environments. As he'd already graduated high school (with honors, his parents always reminded him to add) he didn't need many of the curriculum courses the other students required.<br><br>Without any reserve mystical energy to create another barrier or launch any projectiles, he decided to have a little more fun and did a cannonball into the water instead of diving in head-first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 02:22:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor <br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center (Swimming Pool)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd - 6:05 am <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> black one piece bathing suit, over-sized t-shirt, and bright pink flip flops (towel hanging over her shoulder, her hair up in a high ponytail <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Strange, Open<br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Janie-Lynn had started the day off invisible! Her long lashes fluttered open, at first expecting to see her bedroom back in Cottonwood Falls. The surroundings were unfamiliar to her, but she knew that would no doubt change over times. Her first night had been a rocky one. She had spent most of the night tossing and turning, trying to get used to the sounds of the night. She missed the crickets, and the barn owl that hooted each night. Thinking of the small things caused her to give way to the emotions Janie-Lynn had been keeping at bay all day long. One tear gave way to another, and soon she was quietly sobbing into her pillow. She knew she was where she needed to be, only Janie wished that it didn’t have to be so far away from home. <br><br>Rubbing her eyes, still red and sore from crying most of the night, Janie-Lynn stretched, enjoying the sudden flow of energy through her body. Her toes pointed and her arms held high over her head, stretching out her spine, then relaxing back into the soft mattress. She kicked off of her blankets and shifted, rolling out of bed in one smooth, elegant movement. She padded over towards the dresser, preparing to gather her toiletries and head to the bathroom. Only the reflection in the mirror had her frozen in her tracks. Groaning she stared at the mirror in horror. There before her was a floating nightie. She had done it again! <strong>”Holy crap on a cracker!”</strong> whispered Janie. <strong>”Calm… gotta stay calm”</strong> she repeated as the nightie began floating back and forth in her bedroom.&nbsp; Janie-Lynn was pacing. <br><br>One good thing came of that morning’s invisible episode. No matter how homesick she became, Janie was determined to see her lessons through! She needed to learn how to control her newfound gifts, or end up cursed. First thing first! She had to settle her emotions, it was the only way she knew how to return to “normal”, or at least appear to be normal. Moving back to the bed, Janie settled herself in the middle of the small bed, sitting criss-crossed, with her hands resting lightly upon her knees. She closed her eyes and took in deep settling breaths. Meditation had done the trick when she had first discovered her abilities, and so Janie-Lynn emptied her mind of all worries and fears. Slowly her natural tone returned, leaving her feeling strangely renewed. Maybe it was the mediation that placed her in a new state of mind, she wasn’t sure. But whatever it was, it helped. She was back!<br><br>Glancing at the clock Janie noted the time at shortly after five in the morning. There was no reason to go back to bed. Back home she would have been up, and heading out to feed the animals and finish off her morning chores before being called in for breakfast. Her mother wouldn’t be standing at the old farm stove with a stack of pancakes that seemed to reach towards the ceiling, nor were their chickens to feed, but that didn’t mean Janie had to sleep away the day!&nbsp; <br><br>She remembered mention of a pool in the information she was given about the school and decided that some morning exercise was just the thing! It didn’t take more than forty minutes to shower and dress in her black one piece bathing suit. She grabbed an oversized t-shirt and slipped into a pair of bright pink. The last action taken before leaving her dorm was to grab a towel, just incase there weren’t towels offered at the pool. There was a chance that the towel was not needed, but Janie believed in being prepared, even if that meant being overly so. <br><br>The walk from the dorms to the pool was mostly uneventful, unless you counted the numerous stops near the campus information signs depicting the map with the school and the grounds. “You Are Here” were her favorite words whenever she was lost, which was often.&nbsp; Back home there was one main street with all the stores, movie theatre and the three coffee shop/restaurants the town offered lining either side of the street. Janie didn’t go into town that much, but when did, and if she had gotten lost, she would simply keep walking until she came across the shop she had been wanting.&nbsp; <br><br>At last she found her way to the pool. She hadn’t expected to see anyone up, but there were a few students taking advantage of the early hours to exercise. In fact there was one such student that had just performed an impressive cannibal into the pool as Janie passed over the threshold and into the pool room after signing in at the reception desk, and declining the need for a locker. She made mental note to remember the lockers next time so she wouldn’t have to walk from the pool to her dorms in a wet bathing suit and a shirt. <br><br>Normally Janie wasn’t the shy type, but she was still feeling a bit out of sorts from the flight the day before. She moved towards an used bench seat and placed her towel over the surface before slipping her shirt over her head, causing her ponytail to swing wildly, sweeping over her back, kissing each shoulder with a flick of the rich auburn silk. She kicked off her flip flops and turned on the balls of her feet to assess the room. Four lanes were marked off for laps, while six remained open for a more relaxed morning swim.&nbsp; Janie placed a smile upon her face and&nbsp; hoped her eyes weren’t too puffy from a night of tears, and headed towards the fourth track. <br><br>She slipped into the water, disappearing beneath the surface of the water before resurfacing and brushing a loose lock from her face. <strong>”Good morning”</strong> greeted Janie with a pleasant and friendly tone. She was feeling a bit nervous. If she didn’t get her mind off her nervousness she would end up falling into invisibility again. Exercise! That would help! The repetitive, and easy pace, cutting through the water with strong, elegant strokes would help ease her mind and keep her focused.&nbsp; </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 04:00:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1, Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr.<br><hr>If there was one thing that Victor hated, it was getting up early. His body just never seemed to adapt to it, even when his dad had recommended that they adopt a 'military regime' when he was 15 and they would get up at 5 AM every morning, even on Sundays, to go for a jog through the nearby park. They had done it for nearly two years, becoming something of a bonding experience for Victor, his brother and father, and even after all that time, victor had struggled to get his ass out of bed. His dad had mentioned that once his 'body clock' got used to it, it would feel normal, and it had for his brother, but not for him. Even now, he still struggled to wake up earlier than 7 AM. But he realized that in this new place, he might need to adopt a new schedule, so he had set his alarm for 0430 hours.<br><br>And regretted it, of course. But he managed to hit the snooze button only three times and dragged himself out of bed at 4:45 and took a quick and icy shower to wake himself up before getting dressed. He had been getting up at six since he had gotten here, but he had a feeling that his new comrades would be doing the same, so he woke up a bit earlier today to see if he would manage to have the facilities to himself for a little while before classes started.<br><br>And he had been right for the most part. He took the first 45 minutes of the day to take a run around the indoor track. He had tried the outdoor once before, but had given up on it. It was cold in the mornings here, and at least inside you didn't have the wind chill telling you that you should have hit that snooze button a couple more times. Blood pumping now, he took a quick drink of water before heading to the gym on the third floor, running through a handful of exercises. He didn't go at it too hard, knowing that if his elective training included sparring of any kind, he needed every edge he could get, and he didn't want his muscles worn out and fatigued. He spent 30 minutes on it, focusing more on core exercise than anything else, feeling that thrill that he got when his muscles got pushed. His top limits had jumped upwards by leaps and bounds since he had arrived here. He had been able to bench press 120 pounds when he first arrived. It was now upwards of 200. He liked that.<br><br>At 6 AM, he finally ran into someone when he got to the second floor, wrapping his hands in some gloves. He looked over and saw the guy that he had noted earlier. Shorter fellow with blonde hair and intense eyes, looking like he was all fury wrapped in a pocket-sized package. He was hammering at some of the punching bags at the far end of the gym, so he elected to take the other side. He picked a speed bag for starters, striking hard, and fast, getting his hands used to the feeling of hitting something. His rhythm was slow at first but it picked up quickly as he didn't have to think about what he was hitting anymore. It felt more natural, easier as time went on. He moved over to a punching bag now that his body was hot, wiping some sweat from his forehead before taking some time to practice a handful of the combinations that the instructors had passed to him before. None were here now, which was odd.<br><br>This last one was a bit more of a challenge than most. Two straight jabs, a weave, pretending that he was ducking under an opponent's right hook and slamming one of his own, feeling a thrill as the 400 lb. punching bag shifted around on it's weight, sliding a bit over it's trolley. He gripped the back close and hammered a knee into where a man's kidney would be, just about, elbow across the chin, another knee and then back blocking a high kick over his jaw with his right arm and leveling a powerful hook with his left before taking a step back, a flying spin and then a high kick with his right leg a half second before his left touched the ground. He grinned. Perfect.<br><br>He tried it two more times, missing the landing on the first but correcting it on the second before he came to the conclusion that he had practiced it enough for today. Instructors said that if you practiced a combo too much, you became more predictable in an actual fight. He took another drink of water and wiped the sweat from his face and some off of the punching bag before moving over to Jimmy. The man... well, he knew what he was doing, Victor had to admit. He looked like the bag that he was working on now had fucked his sister and never called her back...<br><br>Or whatever was insulting to the guy.<br><br>"Hey," Victor said, offering the man a fresh bottle of cool water," Feel like sparring a bit before breakfast?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 08:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_megqfcheNg1qau5mb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Hennesy<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=122886736)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room... to Second Floor of Fitness Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd.A little after 6am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy.Victor.Open<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">The alarm clock rang, and Zoe groaned. <em>4:45.. ugh.</em> Zoe thought as she hit snooze. It had been a restless night for her. The few hours of sleep she got, were interrupted by her own internal alarm waking her up a little after 4. So, hearing the relentless buzzing of an alarm waking her, was a tad bit annoying. Slowly her body moved into a sitting position, her feet on the ground as she sat there thinking to herself for a moment or two. Raising her hands above her head she stretched from side to side and let out a soft yawn before standing up, a littler perkier than most this early in the morning. Smiling to herself she looked at the bathroom, already quit familiar with her little room. Closing her eyes, it only took her less than a millisecond to appear in the bathroom in front of the shower. With a slight grin on her face, she opened her eyes slowly. It took her body a moment to reconfigure her surroundings, but within a second she turned around and turned on the water. After a quick shower, she blinked herself in front of her dresser and thought about what she was going to do. After a few minutes she shrugged and grabbed some sweatpants and shirt to workout in. It was going to be a long day, why not fit in a little work out to get the blood pumping. Not too many people could be around at the gym, right?<br><br>Throwing normal clothes into a gym bag and looping it over one shoulder she stood up and looked around her small room and gave a short, quick nod as she opened her own door and quickly headed down the stairway. There was no way she was in the mood to deal with many people on her floor, considering she wasn't too sure about some of them. How could she trust everyone within the first two days of meeting them all. That was an impossible task... at least for Zoe. On her walk over to the fitness center she realized that the jacket was a good idea, the crisp mountain air causing a slight chill as she quickly hustled to the gym. She didn't see anybody on her walk over, but that meant nothing. Just a few minutes apart in timing could cause a big difference in being able to see the ones around you. Sliding into the locker room, she put her hair up into a tight pony tail and hung her jacket and bag up in a locker. That was when she quickly realized that she had no idea what was on each floor. Heading out of the locker room, she realized she wasn't going to swim. Only partly due to the fact that she did not have a swim suit with her. But, the indoor track was welcoming and she set up on a light footed run. This was what she needed, and it was nice to get the blood pumping. <br><br>After a few laps, she realized she needed more. There was a little pent up tension within her about the confusion and frustration of the academy, not knowing everything and every other annoying emotion that she wish she couldn't feel. Coming to a stop slowly, she walked one lap. Taking a long drink from her bottle she wondered what was on the other levels. Maybe there was something that she could hit around a little bit, considering none of her siblings were here to wrestle around with. She made it over to the stairs and started heading up the stairs, realizing that her legs weren't quit used to running anymore. She laughed to herself as she walked up the rest of the stairs quickly, opening the door and looking around. This was the kind of equipment she could appreciate. Her family had had it's own little gym, containing most of the things in this room... except for the sparring rings, or course. Smiling to herself she took another drink quickly and moved towards one of the punching bags. It was a little bit a blonde moment, but she just realized there were two other individuals in the same area she was in. A little roll of her eyes, but she observed the other two quickly. The first one, Jimmy, she recognized right away. Considering their conversation the night prior, a slight grin came across her lips as she observed him working on the bag.<br><br>Her eyes quickly moved to the other gentleman in the room, Victor. She wasn't aware of his name, or who he was. But, considering he was here this early... he couldn't be that bad, right? Giving a slight little wave -to at least appear friendly- to both of them, she turned to her own bag in front of her. She put her hands into fists, and then stretched out her hands again, stretching them out a little. One thing her father always told her was to make sure she was stretched out for and prepared for everything. Well, she had forgotten to do that in the morning. Reaching down to her toes for a few seconds she decided to fuck it and took a step closer to the bag. It might have looked a little funny to some; a tiny, short, red-headed girl next to a 400lb punching bag. But, this is what she was used to, so she didn't care what anybody thought. Rolling head back for a second, she did a quick couple of heavy hits onto the punching bag. Her eyes bouncing from her own bag over to Jimmy as his workout seemed to be getting a little more intense, more... impressive. A little smirk came across her features as her own assault on the bag in front of her got more and more aggressive as well, occasionally bringing a knee up to the bag. The bag swinging slightly, more than one would think based on her size. Offering the bag a few more hits she was breathing a little heavier as she stopped to take a drink from her bottle.<br><br>As she was drinking, she noticed the other man in the room make his way over to Jimmy. Victor's own fighting style, as she had observed, seemed trained and well thought out. A brow raising as she over-heard the man asking Jimmy to a sparring match. Halfheartedly she swung at the bag a few times, wondering if the man would take the offer. Would be interesting to see him in a fight, considering their little offer from last night. Her hands started moving faster and faster against the bag, getting into her own zone again. For a moment she thought about blinking to other side of the bag, and trying to see if that work or not. But, that was an experiment for when she was alone, no risk causing herself any humiliation. After giving the bag a couple of spinning kicks, followed by hard punches her fists were getting a little sore, but she kept working. Soon her body wasn't listening to her mind, and she was basically unleashing on the bag. That is when it happened, she blinked to other side of the bag, causing her whole body to stop for a moment. Considering the very short distance, it was only about a second before she was no hitting the other side of the bag. She grinned a little as she realized that it was something she could use in a fight with some more work. She blinked back to the other side, taking the second to recoup again, but her mind was catching up quickly as the short distance was easier to handle. Panting a little harder, she stopped and took another drink. Tucking some loose hair behind her ear. The teleporting thing took a little out of her, and she was kind of wondering what was happening with the sparing match. Her eyes flashing over to the two for a moment as she took another short drink.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-05-2014, 09:14:38</strong>
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				<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> Victor - directly, Zoe - Acknowledged at one point. <br><hr><br>Jimmy had lost track of time, he had noticed when Zoe and Creed (not that he knew him by name as he had not stuck around much the night before) came in. He was able to smell them long before he caught their waves and nods of acknowledgement. Jimmy had nodded in return, focusing at the task at hand until Creed walked up to him with a drink and a challenge. <br>"Thanks bub." <br>He thanked him as he twisted the cap off and downed most of the bottle in a swig as he sized up his opponent. Creed was bigger, taller and built thicker, possibly weighed more than him. Jimmy had not paid close attention to him while he was working out, but the constant strikes were picked up. It was as if his brain functioned better when he was in the heat of combat. <br><br>"I must have a face everyone wants to punch." Jimmy commented dryly as he nodded, turning to walk towards one of the rings. "Boxing or Mixed Martial?" He asked, unsure what Victor considered a good spare. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>25-05-2014, 20:21:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1, Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr. Zoe Hennesy<br><hr>Victor nodded," Yup..." Bub? The confusion flickered over his face for only a second though. It was an interesting thing to call someone you hadn't even met yet," It's Victor, by the way. Victor Creed," He didn't offer his hand.<br><br>He guessed that it might have been safer to go with the Oxford rules in this one. He didn't know what the other man was capable of, what his limits were, or how hard he could hit when the proverbial shit hit the proverbial fan. But Victor had never quite liked following the stuffy rules of boxing. It limited his agility and strengths too much. It might have been safer to go with boxing, but he had a better chance of winning with Mixed Martial Arts.<br><br>"Let's go with MMA this time," Victor said," Keep the rules simple. No low blows, eye gauging, fishhooking, and if you like, let's avoid showing up to the classes with black eyes, so keeping face hits to a minimum?" He shrugged, not really caring either way, other than a superficial need to keep from angering the professors," Also, let's avoid falling outside the ring?" He moved over to the ring, slipping past the ropes, looking around the gym and seeing the young woman that had arrived a little while ago," Hey, would you mind spotting the match?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>28-05-2014, 22:14:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Stephen Strange<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> 3rd floor, room 3<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center (Swimming Pool)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early Morning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Swim trunks, light tank top, flip-flops <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Janie, Open<br><br>He hadn't exactly expected it to be crowded at the pool that early; in fact he expected it to be completely evacuated, but while he lazily warmed up doing backstrokes and spending as much time under the water and seeing how long he could hold his breath, Stephen noticed he wasn't alone. Contrary to being an unpleasant interruption, it was a surprisingly cute female cadet. She wore a modest one-piece instead of a slinky two-piece he definitely wouldn't have been surprised to see many of the others wearing, though her hair color did the most to catch his eyes. He was rather fond of redheads, and hers was the most unique shade of any of the girls, even Jean's. He didn't recall seeing this particular cadet at the dinner the other night but he wasn't really paying much attention then anyway, so it wouldn't surprise him if he'd just completely missed her when he left.<br><br>He was warmed up sufficiently enough by then, switching to one of the four lap-dedicated lanes and nodded over to her in acknowledgement, not exactly expecting a response but not completely opposed to starting a conversation. There was just so much going on now, he didn't know if he could square his desire for a semblance of normalcy with how weird his life was bound to get. He felt like his mystical energy was only about half-way restored but wasn't going to be practicing any further with it if there were other people around, at least not without supervision. He just wished it would make up the bulk of his curriculum, or have his pre-med training be on the roster too. But you couldn't have everything, he knew, no matter how adamant your parents were about the world revolving around them and, vicariously, their children.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 05:42:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/A4nLJFspAiEF.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> &nbsp;Janie-Lynn Dough (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9981657#msg9981657) <br><strong>Alias:</strong> Mist <br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Third Floor, Room 6<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center (Swimming Pool)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd - 6:05 am <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> black one piece bathing suit, over-sized t-shirt, and bright pink flip flops (towel hanging over her shoulder, her hair up in a high ponytail <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Stephen Strange, Open<br><hr> <br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, a headnod was something, wasn’t it? Where Janie-Lynn came from a person said good morning back whenever they were greeted warmly, but she wasn’t in Kansas anymore! Still, a good morning wouldn’t have killed him. It did however push the red head into worrying that she wasn’t going to fit in. Janie had to remind herself of Douglas and Emily, both very lovely individuals who had been nothing but pleasant… okay so Emily had turned herself into a human lighter, but she was still sweet!&nbsp; Who wouldn’t have been a bit unsettled after doing something like that? Didn’t Janie herself freak out a little whenever she wasn’t visible? <br><br>Thinking of Emily had Janie calming down a little, and so she managed to set off into a steady pace. Floating on her stomach, Janie set off with a flutter kick and used her arms to "crawl" forward. Bringing one arm out of the water, and reaching forward, Janie brought it back down and used her cupped hand to push the water behind Her. She continued pushing herself through the water using alternate arms and breathing with each turn your her head, keeping a steady pace. The repetitive motion helped to ease her mind, and soon She drifted into an almost zombie state, moving mindlessly through the water. <br><br>It might have been the lack of sleep, or the early hour, but Janie soon found herself in a relaxed state. She might have remained that way had it not been for a flash of…. well nothing. As her right arm came down to scoop the water away Janie noted the splash, but not the actual arm. Not seeing ones arm would have been unsettling for anyone, but for Janie it was worse because she knew the reason why!&nbsp; Instantly she began to panic, thinking back to the times when she was back home and the invisibility had first started. They had been random at first, and not her entire body, as was the case this morning. <br><br>It had slipped her mind that she was safe when it came to her powers, sending her mind right back to Cottonwood Falls, Kansas.&nbsp; She began flailing in the water, suddenly panicked to the point where she might possibly drown. Her mind was screaming for her to hide before anyone could see she was missing an arm! It had never occured to her that it wouldn’t matter if she had lost her entire body, everyone at the school was special. She had only arrived the night before, and so adjusting her new surroundings might take a bit of time. But Janie was stubborn and would find away to settle down. She had to. She had to learn how to control her gifts. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 09:38:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_megqfcheNg1qau5mb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Hennesy<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=122886736)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room... to Second Floor of Fitness Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd.A little after 6am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy.Victor.Open<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">The realization that she could use at least on of her powers in a fight was exciting to her, and for a flash of a second she started to feel like this was the right place and it was where she belonged at the moment. The thought didn't fade, per se, it more or less moved to the back of her mind as she went back punching the bag in front of her. Of course the bag was nothing like fighting a real person, that she was blissfully aware of. This time she was ready for what she wanted to do, she wasn't letting her body make it's own decisions. So, she had planned on moving to the other side of the bag again, but by herself not by her instincts. She grinned and as she threw a couple punches and then she did it, closed her eyes for a moment and then appeared on the other side. Opening her eyes, her fist thrown to the bag. With a little excitement of how quickly she was able to recoup she paused a little giggle of excitement and pride flowed through her. Zoe had completely forgotten about the other two in the room by now and after her moment of celebration went back to punching the bag, throwing in a few kicks and knee jabs. Usually she worked out with music in her ears, to forget the world and just get down to it, but for some reason she had decided against the tunes today; and surprisingly, she wasn't missing the ringing in her ears at all.<br><br>Throwing another punch she figured she would try moving back to the other side again, and with a slight grin she started to concentrate on what she wanted to do. When she was about to close her eyes, she heard Victor's question, and started turning her head. But, her body was already in the motions of teleporting and before she could do anything she quickly appeared where he mind was. Which, at that moment was looking towards the two in the ring. Her body appeared ring side, and she grabbed the rope as her mind was a little loopy from the distance and unexpected location of where she appeared. Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip, not wanting to seem like she was completely out of control. Without looking up she nodded, <strong>"Yeah, I need a break from the bag anyways,"</strong> her voice a little quiet. Putting a slight smile on her face, she took her hand from the rope and placed it on her hip as she looked up at the gentlemen. <strong>"Good thing your practicing there champ. Gotta get those skills up if you ever want to beat me, slugger."</strong> She teased Jimmy with a reminder of their previous conversations as she looked over at him with a playful grin.<br><br>She had overheard the rules and guidelines that Victor had brought up, and added bonus to being able to hear so well her whole life, but for the sake of not wanting to seem like she was being rude by eaves-dropping she looked between the two and shrugged. <strong>"So, what kind sparing do I have the pleasure of spotting?"</strong> She asked to both of them. Realizing she was breathing a little heavily from her own workout she glanced back at her bottle of water, but was a little lazy and figured she could get it later. Although she hadn't done much, all the work with her own powers had been kind of tough on her. So, to her, it was a good work out and she was happy with herself. Especially considering the day she had in front of her, she didn't want to beat herself down too much right away in the morning. <strong>"The names Zoe, by the way. Nice to meet you."</strong> She said kindly, looking over to Jimmy for a moment, realizing they had actually not exchanged that simple pleasantry the other night. From across the room she heard Victor say his name, but she didn't want to creep him out by using his name without him telling her what it was first. Most people don't like others knowing things about themselves that they haven't shared, and she respected that as she was in the same frame of mind.</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-06-2014, 23:29:10</strong>
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				<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> Victor, Zoe&nbsp; <br><hr><br>"You still convinced you are going to give it to me freckles?" Jimmy grinned, purposely aggravating the redhead who just flashed him a neat little trick. Jimmy had only fought other humans (that he recalled), this spar would be a learning experience for him as well. Unsure what Victor was packing, he made sure to watch and observe him during their spare.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mixed Martial, no face shots or we won't be able to get any dates this weekend."&nbsp; Jimmy helped Zoe catch on as rolled his shoulders, waiting for Victor across from him. <br><br>With the rules set up, he instinctively reached out with his gloved hand after strapping them on, the fist bump of sportsmanship. Jimmy waited for Zoe to give the signal and without fear, he stepped right into Victor's range swinging, looking to attack his sides before disengaging, his arms up to block as best as possible. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>10-06-2014, 19:31:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1, Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr., Zoe Hennesy, Open<br><hr>He smiled at the girl. from their casual banter, it was clear that Jimmy and Zoe had spent some time together before, knew each other enough to be talking about a fight that they might have in the future. Maybe more like a wrestling match, Victor thought, forcing himself not to grin at his wittiness, or lack thereof," Victor," He said with a smile, pulling his shirt off and placing it carefully on the ropes of the ring," Nice to meet you too," And with that, as Jimmy had already told her the rules, he raised his hands and moved towards the center of the ring, fully concentrated. He bumped the other man's outstretched fist as the well-known sign of good-will between fighters as well as a genuine wish of good luck and he narrowed his eyes and mind. Jimmy was all that existed in this new world of his, and he forced himself to get geared for battle.<br><br>Taking up a middle guard, hands covering the lower half of his face and elbows covering his ribs, he circles Jimmy a bit, taking a gauge of the man, his left hand extended a bit further than it needed to. Jimmy, despite being built like a tank, was shorter and with lacking in reach. Which was his biggest weakness right there. Victor needed to keep the fight at an-arm's length as much as possible, using his longer reach to keep the smaller man's fists and kicks away, holding the center of the ring. Grappling put him at a disadvantage, since his own longer arms and legs would be harder to bring to bear in the tight range. He clenched his jaw as well as his abdomen, tucking his chin in and closed for an attack.<br><br>He started with a quick whiplash of his leg, kicking at Jimmy's calves, more as a distraction than anything else, although the hope was that he would catch the man off guard and off balance as his fists rained pain on him. A half-hearted jab was shot with his left hand, aimed for Jimmy's cheekbone was first, intentionally weak in the spirit of keeping their faces from showing obvious signs of their sparring match. Next he closed the distance a bit more, aiming a right hook for Jimmy's ribs and completing with a left hook for his jaw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Julles</strong> on <strong>12-06-2014, 06:16:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_megqfcheNg1qau5mb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoe Hennesy<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zo<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1.Room 6<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=122886736)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm room... to Second Floor of Fitness Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd.A little after 6am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy.Victor.Open<br><hr> <br><br><div align="center">Zoe had never really done much more than be in a fight, and they were usually unstructured. So, being asked to 'spot' one was a little confusing. She wasn't quite sure if she would know what she was supposed to do or not. But, hearing the response from Jimmy made her grin a little, flashing her own pearly whites in his direction. Shrugging slightly, she cocked her head a little, <strong>"I am sure I could take you, if not in hand to hand combat, than I am sure in some other ways."</strong> The short response held a series of challenges, promises or innuendos, depending on how you wanted to take it. But, Zoe really only meant good fun. She had always been good at quick, off the tongue responses, usually not thinking beforehand though. It had gotten her into trouble a few times, hence why she was at least somewhat good at fighting. She might not be too language etiquette or have knowledge on many rules, but she could hold her own in a fight. It was something that she was happy she was able to do, and now looking at what her future seemed to hold, she was glad that she had the talent in her. Zoe turned her attention to Victor, offering a kind smile to his own. Giving a slight nod with the same smile as she heard his name. She watched as he placed his shirt on the ropes, and for a moment she couldn't help but gawk at the impressive body that was revealed. Just a quick second and she looked at the ground, a slight grin. Her mind really hadn't been in that place for a while, and she hadn't really planned on being there again for a while considering the amount of work this school would take.<br><br>But, now that her mind had switched, it was blatantly obvious to her that the men, and even women, in this academy were very very... well, attractive. As her mind had wandered slightly, she looked back up, seeing both of them just getting into their starting positions she smiled and gave a start motion, not very sure what she was supposed to do. But, as they start to circle and focus on their tasks, she figured she had done the right thing. Her eyes moved to Jimmy, her mind slightly altered at the moment, and bit her lip a little as she rolled her eyes at herself. Feeling her heart beat a little faster as she watched the two men in front of her start to throw some fists at each other, she took a small step back and crossed her arms over her stomach. <em>'Wow. How have I never noticed before. Whatever, snap out of it. It's just an academy.'</em> She thought to herself as she watched the men fight. As her own body calmed down, she was happy to have her mind back and stretched out her hands as a nervous habit. Still unsure about what 'spotting' meant, she figured that she wasn't exactly supposed to leave. But, she did come here to work out, so she intended to do both. At least until one of the men said she was no longer needed, or something. Who knew. So, with that she stayed where she was and figured that a bit of easy yoga would be a good thing to cool off from her workout on the bag. She casually stood strait and brought her hands above her head to start. Slowly moving through simple yoga poses, working her way to more complex positions as she kept an eye on the fight in front of her.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-06-2014, 15:57:14</strong>
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				<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> Victor, Zoe&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Jimmy easily avoided the sweep to the leg, lifted to block the swing to the side of his face but failed at blocking the strike to his ribs. Victor made contact, but his strike practically bounced off. His ribs were adamantium (unknown to Jimmy), he expected to hurt but he didn't. Stepping in closer, the fist coming at his jaw grazed him as he pulled his opponent into a grapple! <br><br>In hindsight it was not such a good idea, Victor was larger and he thought twice about going toe to toe with him in that department. Jimmy attempted&nbsp; a few punches into his gut before rolling off with an agility he didn't really knew he had.<br><br>"Trying to distract us Red..." Jimmy grinned, shifting back and forth on his feet before he attempted a three punch combo that ended with an attempted strike to his midsection with his knee. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel: A New Beginning - Fitness Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>19-06-2014, 20:08:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Creed<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sabertooth<br><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong> Floor 1, Room 5<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fitness Center<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 3rd, Early morning<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jimmy Hudson Jr.<br><hr>Victor felt his hand connect to the other man's ribs, expecting to feel a give as his fist dug into flesh, pushing against weak bones, expecting a rapid expulsion of breath from Jimmy, as well as making the man tilt a bit to the side to absorb the impact. He could not have been more wrong. His fist found something hard, too hard and glances his blow away. His whole arm shot with the jarring pain and he tried to pull back, recovering. To no avail, as Jimmy closed the distance. Victor knew how to grapple well, though and his hands immediately moved around Jimmy's neck for a clinch, taking the punches to his gut, flexing his abdomen to absorb the blows and with his hands locked behind Victor's neck brought his leverage for two quick knees to Jimmy's midsection, careful to avoid his ribs this time.<br><br>Jimmy escaped, however, and his eyes were drawn to where Jimmy's were, watching the Redhead outside stretching and going through some Yoga moves. He didn't say a word, however, his body aching for more action. He brought his hands up in a high guard, deflecting Jimmy's punches in quick succession before bringing his elbow down hard to the soft muscle of Jimmy's thigh, effectively stopping the attempted knee strike, and this time, he closed the distance, arcing his body around Jimmy, powering another back-handed elbow to Jimmy's collarbone as he snaked a leg behind Jimmy, the concerted attempt to throw him off balance.
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