this is what learning feels like [open]

[greenhaired]

Washington was by far the worst place to attempt sunbathing. Really, how somewhere so close to California could be so dire was lost on Lorna. She didn't mind the cool, didn't even mind rain. But the absence of sun was starting to bother her. Either way, Lorna ended up inside again

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[codenamepyro]

The fact that St John was even in the training center was completely out there. He hardly ever ventured into the building and when he did it was to go to the rec area on the top floor. Pausing in the door way, he tried to figure out why the green haired chick was sprawled on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He really couldn't understand, when there were chairs upstairs, someone would sit on the hard floor on the bottom floor. It just seemed dumb.

But then no one around here really had too much sense. Which was kind of obvious most of the time.

[greenhaired]

Looking up from her books, Lorna glared just a little. It should've been obvious what she was doing. It didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure it out. "I'm auditioning for the latest rendition of CATS," which, she totally could do, "what does it look like, wise ass."

Lorna didn't know Pyro from Jack -although she did know that Jack was older and grey and had a trigger finger with a twitch. But really, she was beyond making good impressions since the whole invasion on the camp thing. These people weren't meant to be her friends, just colleagues who may or may not end up being disposable.

Although that ached just a little. She was starting to like some of them.

[codenamepyro]

Pyro cared about as much as she did. Yeah, he had 'friends', but the people he'd mostly counted as friends were long since gone, and that sucked. He'd learned to stop caring years ago, this only solidified it all.

"It looks like you don't know what a fucking library is for." Seriously, the middle of the hall, on the floor, against the wall. What was this? High school? Even there, surely people actually used seats or rooms or whatever. Hell, there was even her own bloody room since they were all given their own for good fucking behaviour or something.

"Are you seriously going to sit there rather than find a fucking chair?"

[greenhaired]

The floor was perfectly comfortable, mostly. Really she could do with something a little more comfortable. And maybe dragging the books to her room would be a good idea. But Lorna really didn't fancy keeping the books too long anyway. She was just reading through them for a glance.

"It's the floor, not a bed of nails." And people called her a primadonna?

[mongrelverine]

Daken ignored Lorna when he first entered the center, despite the obvious green hair and pretty face that went along with it. His mind was focused on training, so for the moment he set aside his usual wanton desires and did just that. He was working on his arms today, keeping intact the strength that backed up the force when he slammed his claws into opponents and inanimate objects alike.

As he lifted a small weight with his right arm, curling it inward, he took a closer look at the book titles that Lorna had chosen. It intrigued him, for he held the chauvinistic view that a woman who was reading, and about history of all things, clearly was out of her depth. He kept such thoughts to himself, only commenting, "Interesting choice of reading material."

[greenhaired]

Lorna hadn't paid much attention beyond noting that someone was there, she wasn't exactly interested in making small talk or whatever anyway. But she wasn't so rude that she wouldn't respond to a direct comment.

"Call it an invested interest." To look at him, she'd never guess that he'd lived through the time period at all. So it didn't strike up in her mind. She just took it as him being, roughly, around her age. "History's an okay subject." It wasn't one of her strong points, but she did okay in school.

[mongrelverine]

"How so?" He asked as he switched from the right arm to the left, continuing on with his exercises. Some people liked to keep quiet while doing activities like running or lifting weights. Daken clearly was not in that group, at least not when someone else was around.

Pausing for a moment, he held the wight limply in one hand as he leaned against the arm rest of the machine he was on. "You know what they say. Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Then he was right back at it.

[greenhaired]

"There are some things I have to know, or that I want to know. That's the interest." Who could tell if she'd ever meet her father, would could tell if he even wanted to. It seemed unlikely, she was in her twenties and he'd never made the attempt as far as she knew. But Lorna wanted to know at least, wanted to know what he'd been through, where he came from.

"Historians are still arguing that point. Even with the knowledge, they still seem to be repeating the same stupid assed mistakes made before them." She couldn't even count how many wars had been started over stupid little things that shouldn't be issues -race, religion, money, land. It seemed like they'd just always do it. "But that's not really my problem, is it."