[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/4ef9f918a1b306d5905282e8ac3965aa/tumblr_psj7zdw6wI1rptfs5o1_400.gifv[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground HQ - Training Room -> Outside Casper & Jack’s Room
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
Waverley let out a grunt as she pushed her bent arms straight, struggling to push herself further off the ground. She was on the ground of the Underground training room in push up position, off to the side near a wall, as to stay out of the way of anyone who wanted to use the training room for fighting purposes. She appeared to be nearly at her limit, her frail arms shaking as she lowered herself back down. She felt like there was a wildfire burning inside her arms. Her movement wavered as she tried to push up once again, only for her arms to collapse under her, her body falling flat against the floor. She let herself lay there for a few moments, panting, before she got to her feet.

[color=purple]"Eighteen. Not bad,"[/color] she mumbled to herself, brushing specks of dirt off the [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--i4y-VmF0--/t_Resized%20Artwork/c_crop,x_10,y_10/c_fit,w_470/c_crop,g_north_west,h_626,w_470,x_0,y_0/g_north_west,u_upload:v1462829021:production:blanks:ypmyd1fntg5klzifbc7n,x_-395,y_-325/b_rgb:eeeeee/c_limit,f_jpg,h_630,q_90,w_630/v1510274859/production/designs/2041172_1.jpg]festive Die-Hard t-shirt[/url] she'd swiped from her house on December first. She silently admitted to herself that, while eighteen push ups wasn't bad, it wasn't particularly good either. But it was sixteen more than she'd been able to do before joining the Underground. She looked down at her bicep, lightly jabbing it with her finger. Since she'd started exercising, her arms, which had once been thin and bony, surrounded by a light layer of pudge, had become thin and bony, surrounded by a light layer of pudge that became slightly firmer when she flexed. To call them muscles would be an exaggeration, but they weren't nothing. She swiped her water bottle off the ground, the wrinkled plastic signifying that it had been filled and refilled numerous time. She took a swig from it, before her ears perked up at Veil's request for Jack. She capped her water bottle and grabbed her jacket from its position waded up against the wall.

[color=purple]"On it!"[/color] she answered, throwing her jacket on as she hopped up the stairs. As she did, though, she paused, hearing Veil mention a new mission. A small smile appeared on her lips, not paying Casper any mind as he sped past her. It sounded to her like she'd be needing to grab her rebar on the way back from grabbing Jack. Without further hesitation, she continued down, passing by a number of rooms. She finally arrived at Jack and Casper's room, only to find James and Casper in a tight embrace outside of it, the latter mentioning how much he had missed the former. 

[color=purple]"God, you guys are so fucking adorable."[/color] Her tone of voice was one might use when talking about a particularly cute puppy. Missing someone after not seeing them for only an hour or two tops? That was love. Her smile of adoration lessened to a more casual one, as her eyes shifted from them to the door. [color=purple]"Do you know if Jack's in there?"[/color] she asked, not waiting for an answer as she reached out and knocked on the door. [color=purple]"Hey, Jack, you there? Veil needs you pronto."[/color] she called out.