[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/389c0ac6b62d482eb709d0517b347589/tumblr_psqd1zlT251y4marvo3_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station
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Waverley had never really been prone to sitting up straight. Not in private school, no matter how much her posture was critiqued by her teachers, and not at home during dinner, no matter how many times her father told her to get her elbows off the table. But as she sat in the second story of that abandoned warehouse, staring out between the boards of the boarded up window into the darkness of the night, her back was as straight as any ruler, not even touching the back of the moth-bitten couch she was sitting on. 

There was something about the place that made her eager to please, even more so than she usually was. Or perhaps it’d be more accurate to say that the situation she was in made her eager to please. She felt the same way she always imagined her brother felt when their father first started taking him to work, or how her sister felt during her summer internship at that successful law firm. There was a smoldering ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, more vibrant than the anxiety that usually accompanied her. But there was also an electric joy coursing through her body, making her mind buzz with excitement. It was a feeling that had been constant upon her joining of the Mutant Underground a week prior, despite the fact that she hadn’t really done much of anything besides her daily training, mostly of her mind and powers. 

Waverley’s head twisted away from the window when a voice called out not too far away. As soon as she heard the voice, she recognized it as that of Negasonic Teenage Warhead, her fellow teenage Mutant. One might think that, being so close in age, the two would hit it off. But honestly, Waverley was just terrified of Negasonic. She’d never actually seen Negasonic in action, but in her experience, when people gave as few shits as that girl gave, it was best not to mess with them. 

[color=Purple]”Should I bring-“[/color] Waverley started, turning her head to her backpack sitting next to her, and placing a hand on it. But when she turned back to Negasonic, she was already walking away. Waverley quickly grabbed the backpack, but didn’t slip it onto her shoulders, instead carrying it by one of the shoulder straps. She followed Negasonic up a set of stairs, where a group of...surprisingly normal-looking people stood, waiting as Colossus finished setting up some sort of training activity. Waverley had sort of been hoping for some sort of introduction to the strangers, but instead, Colossus began to spout orders. Waverley dropped her backpack against the wall and didn’t hesitate to step onto the rope when she was told, but she did it with a look of concern on her face.

[color=Purple]”Um...yeah, I don’t think this is really my thing Colossus,”[/color] She said, her eyes shifting between him and the small crowd of strangers standing around her. She nervously shifted from foot to foot on top of the rope, unsure of what was expected of her. [color=Purple]“Unless you want me to throw, like, a Top 40 radio station at you or something.”[/color]