[h1][b][i][color=lightcoral][center]Charlie Farrier[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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[sub][color=lightcoral]Location: Xavier Institute[/color][/sub]
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With the danger room booked yet again (Although with Wolverine in charge of training, Charlie had happily avoided the entire area lest he be dragged in as well), Charlie had spent the last couple of hours in the gym, working out. Although it didn't do much for his powers training, he'd found that after a few bouts of yoga (very messily done yoga, as he wasn't all that great at it) and some cardio and weight training, he was finding it a lot easier to focus his mind when it came to his mutant abilities. Whether it made him more in tune with his body, or just helped work on her perseverance, he was improving with his fire and ice. His body was thanking him for it as well; after having a growth spurt over the past year, he'd been looking very lanky and bean like before finally putting some weight on his muscles. Although hardly ripped, his trips to the gym were certainly showing.

After hitting the shower and his room, Charlie was heading down the stairs when he caught sight of Guin, Pietro and Dean - the former pulling an interesting look at whatever Dean was holding. Mira and Carolina were sat on the sofas, and he gave them a wave as he noticed the object of Guin's "Gross" comment.

[color=lightcoral]"Prom? I didn't know we had that here."[/color] He said, running a hand through still damp hair to dry it. Hot hands were real useful for when hair dryers were in short supply. [color=lightcoral]"Oh man, "Under the Sea"? Are we in a Back to the Future movie or something?"[/color] He said with a laugh, peering closely at the flyer that Dean was holding out. [color=lightcoral]"Just make sure you don't get someone playing a Johnny B. Goode solo - prom's cheesy enough as it is without that."[/color] Charlie had never been one for school dances and such. Back home it was just another way for his bully's to torment him more, even after Charlie had landed himself a pretty good-looking and popular girlfriend. He sometimes wondered what she was up to these days, but not in a pining way. It was cruel, but back then she'd been a typical teenage distraction from all the crap that was going on his life. He was pretty sure that he was just a distraction for her as well - they never acted like love-struck high-school sweethearts, destined to be together forever.

Whatever the case, Charlie silently pondered over whether he'd take part or not. He had no idea where his poor ass would get a suit, or a date, for that matter. Deciding that it was an issue for another day, he planted himself on the sofa with Carolina and Mira, pulling a face at the news.

[color=lightcoral]"Oh, great."[/color] He muttered, seeing the last few bits of news that detailed the Brotherhood prison escape. How many more times were they going to lock these guys up before they disappeared again? That shape-shifting creep Othello probably helped them out as well. Shaking his head, Charlie tilted his head back over the sofa to look at Guin, who now appeared upside down alongside Dean and Pietro.

[color=lightcoral]"You want to blow up some zombies, distract ourselves from the shitty real world?"[/color] He asked with a grin.