[color=00a651][center][h1]Christian Garcia[/h1][/center][/color]
[center][h3]Gym[/h3][/center]

[color=00a651][i]…Two hundred and nighty-nine, three hundred. Three hundred and—
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Christian could have continued, but a voice had pulled him out of his headspace. The boy placed the bar back on the bench and slowly sat up to find the source of the noise. Just a couple feet in front of him, there was another kid who looked to be about the same height as Christian. He was muscular, but not anywhere close to Christian; possible benching partner, for sure. 

[i][color=00a651]Super strength. Again with the powers. Jesus fuck.[/color][/i]

He blinked, sighed, and almost asked the kid what he said, before another kid piped up – the same one that he had said hello to when he walked into the gym. Christian’s eyes shifted to stare directly into the kid’s brown eyes. He gave him a polite, but obviously fake, smile and rolled his eyes. He lifted his t-shirt and wiped the sweat off of his face with the small dry spot on the bottom. He stood up and slowly ran a hand through his wet hair. 

[color=00a651]“I don’t have super strength. I just lift a lot. I have been for years. It’s a bit unnatural that I lift double what I weigh, yeah, but that’s just because I push myself that hard. I don’t care what any of those people say. They made a mistake bringing me in.” 
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Christian wiped his sweaty hand on his jeans and extended it out, not really caring who was going to take it first.

[color=00a651]“Sorry. Don't mean to be a downer, or seem like an asshole. Since I really have no choice in being here, though, might as well make the best of it. The name is Christian. What about you two? And what ‘powers’ do you guys have? Also, I’m hungry. Any of you two hungry as well?”[/color]