[b][color=39b54a]Subject 562[/color] / [color=39b54a]Johnny[/color][/b]

Things had eventually taken a more peaceful turn. Red was attended to and the introductory process was continued. Johnny's instincts told him to stay out of the way and let those who knew Red better help her out. As they entered the curiously named Lockdown area, Johnny's mind was half focused on the useful information of the tour, whilst the other have explored ideas of what he could do with all of this space, or even what he was supposed to do. 

The day had been just the tip of the tip of the iceberg and had instilled an ambitious desire for discovery, both of his self, of the others and of his environment. Parts of his personality and psyche were like motors of a car, they needed time to warm up before getting going. The floodgates had indeed been open and as Johnny studied his situation with a keen eye, he grew determined to find a place in the group, more importantly, he was determined to sate the need to reach his full potential that continued to boil in his mind.

Lockdown was amazing. There was really everything they would need, all they had to do was figure out what they wanted to do. The idea of having this enormous space to roam around in brought excitement to 562, although he chose to maintain a calm exterior as everyone else did, well, for the most part. Doc was a great guide, you can tell he was used to his surroundings. What did that mean? How long has he been doing this? 

Johnny's focus was brought back down to reality as the tour concluded, having to stop himself in a flash before bumping into one of the girls in front of him. They were dismissed and everyone slowly dispersed, some linking up and gallivanting off into the facility whilst others simply wandered. Doc took his leave as well, leaving Johnny on his own. He was not worried however, the 6'2 young man with the athletic build knew exactly where to go, the room that piqued his interest more than his own quarters.

The training room was silent, most, if not all of the equipment was brand new and untouched. Johnny entered with the apprehension of a cat exploring new surroundings. There was nobody else even around, and so he examined all there was to see. The weights, training machines and practice mats. When his eyes met the punching bag, it was all over. Something took over, a combination of instinct, muscle memory and excitement. He strutted over to the bag calmly before rearing a fist back and delivering a quick but forceful hay maker, hitting his mark with sharp accuracy. He looked at his fist, still tightly coiled and hungry and smiled. 

[color=39b54a]"Yes, this is good."[/color] he whispered without even realizing.

His body did the rest, punches, kicks, knees, elbows. Johnny displayed fluent proficiency in forms like muay thai, krav maga, sambo, boxing and jiu jitsu in a matter of minutes and he had no idea how. He just knew it felt good, his muscles were working hard for the first time and it was apparent. The punching bag was already lumpy and worn. He hadn't even broken a sweat, Johnny smiled, catching his breathe as the tired bag swung back and forth until he heard screaming from somewhere down the way. Poking his head out, he saw the small group of his peers gathering and let out a sigh of relief as no trouble seemed to have been brewing. Casually walking over to the group, Johnny put his hands in his pocket and found a spot in the circle of people to stand in. Still feeling jovial from his punching bag session, Johnny smiled and waved to everyone there.

[color=39b54a]"Hey, what's going on?"[/color]