[hr] [h1][color=FireBrick][center]Oshea Jackson[/center][/color][/h1] [center][img]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/2d/XMEN_Synch.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] [center][color=FireBrick] Location[/color]: Xavier's Institute, Outskirts of New York.[/center] [center]("People say I act before I think; they just don't think as fast as me.") [hr][hr][/center] A colored pencil dashed along the light blue lines of a notebook at incredible speeds, Oshea was in the middle of penciling the skeleton of a mutant kitten with green eyes and dragon wings. That's what he was triyng to do at least, in truth, it was a conglomerate of unhinged pencil strokes and poor shading techniques that made his mutant kitten fair better as a member of the un-dead. He was just about to give up on the matter before he heard the sagely beckon from Charles in his mind. [i]He always does this. Doesn't this constitute some kind of invasion of privacy?[/i] Oshea knew Charles could hear that, too. He always forgot. Every. Single. Time. Acquiesce, Oshea rose from the oak wood chair and exited his room in his typical dress: a white and red Chicago Bulls fitted hat that was twisted to the back, a retro red Chicago Bulls jersey, a Scottie Pippen retro Bulls away jersey, black jean shorts, knee-high black socks, and red Converse. He was never dressed appropriately for missions, which explains why his Converse collection dwindles with every assignment the team is given. He wondered if everyone else had beaten him there, Charles always warned him about "inappropriate use" of his powers on school grounds--pfft, he never tells Ayita that! Come to think of it, he had a point. . . but not for any reason Oshea thought viable. Oshea could get anywhere in a few seconds flat, it wasn't his fault the other students weren't as fast or as glorious. Gloating aside, Oshea made his way to the Professor's office in normal people time and noticed everyone had beaten him there: Marygold (expected), some dirty-blonde chick who he had never seen before, Allison--who looked cute as usual, and Ayita. It wasn't often Oshea felt a outnumbered as the only guy on the team, but this was one of those moments. He was [i]surrounded[/i]. Then there was the alpha Lioness, the Boss Lady, as Oshea affectionately coined her: Marygold. She always bossed him around! [i]Oshea, don't do this! Oshea, don't touch that! Oshea, put down the talking squirrel![/i] Blah, blah, blah. What a buzzkill. Oh, right. . . Every. Single. Time. [color=FireBrick]"What's the move, X?"[/color] He awaited instructions as best he could while biting back his attention deficiency.