School for S.H.I.E.L.D discussion

basically a place where you can fight people. plus somemore .

it looks like: http://data1.whicdn.com/images/340083...

Michael stood where he normally stood. He was supposed to train everyday like everyone else but he outed out of it. He wasnt fond in changing because of a simple tussle. So he stood in the back and watched the others, his arms crossed, his dark hair messy and he wore baggy clothing. He also wasnt very good socialy, and he tended to give up at the slightest shove or hit. Once he had turned, it had been his second week there and he was in training. He was sparing with another student when suddenly something set him off and he begain to shift. Once he had the teachers had to come and get the students out as he rampaged the room. After a few hours he ended up turning back and hid in his room for the next few days. He wasnt fond of training....

Kisha had just left the shooting range after torturing the dummies with her daggers throwing. She was, mentally, laughing about it. She was like her father. As soon as she walked in, she stopped in dead tracks. 'Don't tick this Guy off. He might be related to the Hulk.' Kisha thought.

Michael noticed someone he hadnt seen around the place before. She looked a bit like someone he might have known, put couldnt put his finger on it. Or course, Michael never had a run in with Loki like his father had... He watched her for a few seconds, trying to judge if she would cause any isuues, then looked away.
He felt a bit jittery today and wanted to avoid anyone that didnt know how to deal with... well, the other guy (like his father called it). He couldnt stand the thought of harming anyone.

Kisha stood in silence as she remembered what her father said. 'Don't let anyone find out what you really are. You must hide your Jotun side away from other kids. Only Brena and her parents will see your Jotun side in a private place, but everyone else will only see your Asgardian side.' She kept her promise for a long time.

Michael glanced back at her and shifted slightly, unsure what she was going to do. Who was she? Michael sighed and looked away, trying to think of her parents. Suddenly he got it, she looked like Loki! He looked at her again, exreamly nervouse and stood up a bit straighter, eyeing her. please dont do anything please dont do anything he thought this over and over.

'Don't let anyone know what powers you have. Only Brena and her family. Please, Kisha, for the sake of your father, please act like a normal kid when around the Avengers' kids. Who knows what they'll do to you.' Kisha remembered the warning from Loki.

Kisha tensed at the boy, who was standing up straighter, and she one thing in her mind. The boy was the Hulk's kid!

He glanced around, shifting from foot to foot, not sure what to do. Another important thing about Michael is the fact of his anxiety attacks. These normally end up with him turning a bit green. If he cannot calm down from an anxiety attack within a few moment he tends to get very large and very green. But currently, he is just nervous, which is a good thing, turning now could end up with someone hurt.

Kisha walked to the far part of the room. In case the Hulk kid tries to do the samething like the big Hulk did to Loki back in 2012. She was here to train. Not cause trouble.

He watched her as the moved arcoss the room. What was she planning? He father had used his father in a plan to tear the Avengers apart. It worked, well, kinda. They ended up saving the world anyways and Loki ended up back at Asgard jail.

((What are we going to do?))

(Watch and see.)

Kisha walked up to the punching bag and started punching it as if it was a dark elf trying to kill the Asgardians. She imagined the punching bag was MaleKith trying to stab her, but she punched him hard.

((Oki doki ))

He kept watching her out of the corner of his eye. What was she doin? He punches were hard, what was she thinking? Was she imagining she was deafeating an Avenger. Michael winced at the thought. Most likley not, she wouldnt dare here, at SHEILD.

Kisha's mind was on revenge, not on the Avengers, but on the dark elves. She wouldn't dare to harm the Avengers since Thor was her uncle and an Avenger. Her only fear was the Hulk family and the IronMan family. With those two family combined together, it wouldn't go so well.

Michael tried to turn his attention away from her but couldnt. He felt like a rabbit and she the fox. He shifted some more, his hands twisting together as he watched her. What would he do should she attack? What would he do if she just walked over and talked to him? His mind raced through diffrent things that would happen. What if he changed? He didnt wish to hurt anyone, not even the daughter of Loki.

Kisha doesn't wish to cause trouble while at this school or to get kicked out. She couldn't understand why everyone was afraid of her and her best friend. Kisha punched the punching bag harder as if Kurse was trying punch her to death. She uses dark elves in her mind for training. For the dark elves are the enemies of Asgard.

Michael flinched slightly as she punched the bag harder. He glanced around the room. He knew the teachers could keep the other students safe from him, he knew that. He was still on edge, hands twisted together, sleeves pulled down to cover his nervous hands. He glanced back at her, watching.

Once Kisha was finished, she stopped punching and took a break. She could sense him here still. 'He better not start hulking around. I'm not doing anything that's against the rules.' Kisha thought. She was worried that, with her being here, the Avengers' kids might be up to something.

Michael noticed she stopped and looked away. He glanced around and pulled himself a chair and sat down. He watched her but made sure she couldnt tell that he was. He kept his head down, his body pointed away from her. Maybe she whouldnt notice him.

Kisha was always nervous when around Hulks and IronMans. She heard many true stories about them. Those two were dangerous together. With Hulk smashing and IronMan blasting, those were dangerous. Kisha was starting to feel nervous.

He started to rock just a bit, still watching, still waiting. He wanted to leave but didn't know where to go. His room felt so small, and he wasn't good with small spaces. He kept an eye on her though, deciding to stay a bit longer. Maybe she would leave....

(I know.)

Kisha headed out of the room feeling really uncomfortable of being here.

((I guess we are done here??)

(who want's there cahracter to be flipped by mine"**says with Excitement)

Natalee wrote: "(who want's there cahracter to be flipped by mine"**says with Excitement)"

best comment ever)

(do you wish to start?)

you can

(k)

Michael was glad she left, she made him insanely tense, and or course, being tense was not good for one who's father is Bruce Banner. He leaned back in his chair, still a bit tense and continued to watch everyone else as they practiced. Sometimes he felt a bit lazy if he didn't work out of at times he would go to the gym and run, but today he didn't feel like it, so he sat in his seat, sleeves pulled down over his hands.

(you there Nat?)

yeah I'm back not for long though

(k)

Mayrose came in 'who can I flip to day?" she wondered(I mean flip like flip over.)

Michael glanced over at the new person.

Mayrose saw him nodded her head up as to say's'up or what up.

He frowned slightly "urm hi" he waved his hand a bit then put it back down on his lap, not sure what else to say.

"S'up" SHe said she doesn't talk to people sometimes.

He glanced at her then glanced back down, not sure what to do. He always avoided people, so he wasn't exactly sure how to talk to a actually person. The only people he really talked to was his father.

Peggy walks in front of a punching bag similar to the one she used to work on with Steve back at home. She wraps her hands and begins punching the bag as if it's trying to kill her. Nothing is in her mind other than the replay of the accident...that's her earliest memory: the car crash. Tears slowly begin to cloud her eyes while the punches get harder.

Kj was already in the room in front of a punching bag. She had her hands wrapped and was punching it with a great force. She jumped into the air and spun, kicking it. The bag ripped off its chains and fell, landing on the other side of the room.

She stops and wipes her forehead, the tears completely gone. Peggy smiles at the girl and gives the bag a few more punches before breaking it off the chains herself and winks after, "My father taught me that trip. You can call me Peggy. What should I call you?"

"Hi Peggy. Who's your father?" she asked curiously. "I'm Kasey but everyone calls me KJ," Kj told her. "I tend to be able to break it off of its chain fairly quickly. It gets a little annoying, replacing the chain," she said with a grin.

"Steve Rogger," she starts to unwrap her arms waking towards KJ, "What about you Kasey?" She glances to the other guy in the room, "What about you?"

Mayrose saw them come in before she walked over to them she fliped one of the peole that was there to help them." try working on balance." She yelled to him

"Awesome. Spider-Man is my dad," Kj said calmly. "Got any powers?" she asked Peggy

Finn was in the far corner of the room, practicing her flips and kicks against one of the practice dummies. She had just landed off of a flip over the dummy's head when a large punching bag flew past her from the other side of the room. What was that? She thought in surprise as she turned to look at the girl who had punched the bag across the room.

Michael stood and looked at all the people, and decided to leave. If he happened t snap here, he would surely hurt them...

"Where are you going?" Peggy asks the guy who was walking out, "Did we startle you?"

Mayrose saw the bag, heck if she kept walking she would have gotten hit when it flew past her.

Kj moved over to Michael and put her hand on his shoulder. "You can stay, you know," she said gently. "Don't mind us," she told him. She grinned.

Peggy looks around, "Sorry about that. I was showing off the Kasey who did the same thing earlier, but with a few kicks instead of punches."