Oliver was still blinking away the shock. He had woken up that morning expecting monotony, instead, he got arguably the most interesting day of his existence. They told him he was going to be a hero. A [i]hero![/i] He was finally someone important, someone who [i]mattered[/i]. Oliver was loving every second of it.
He went into the bathroom to change into his costume, he came out, pulling on his helmet, right as Paul had declared his race to the training room. Everyone moved towards the training room, resigning himself that he was going to be the last one there. Looks like he sucked. He read his sheet, his name was "Jester", which he had to admit, was pretty badass. His powers were telekinesis and telepathy. It was as though everything clicked when he read it. Well, the telepathy did at any rate. He practiced reading the minds of a few scientists on his way to the training room, finding their heads full of boring equations and old song lyrics. Trying to read the mind of the woman who took them here was like trying to read a brick wall. He decided not to read the minds of anyone else from his group. He had limits. Instead he focused his attention on throwing tennis balls telekinetically. It was more difficult than it seemed. Eventually, he found a set of throwing knives, and tried throwing them telekinetically. He very narrowly avoided getting skewered. He decided to stick to tennis balls for a bit. After a while chucking the green balls around, he moved towards Carol and Thomas. 

[color=lime]"Hey, you gotta admit. This whole thing is pretty goddamned cool, right?"[/color] He laughed, his first real laugh in awhile. He pulled off his mask and smiled a goofy smile. [color=lime]"I mean, this is by default the best day of my life. Like, anything else can never compare to the fact THAT I GOT FUCKING SUPER POWERS!"[/color] He laughed once more. For the first time in a very long time, Oliver was completely and totally happy.
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