InsaneJournal

Anna
Noah had never been old enough - though he'd been strong enough and had enough control - to have a hard light simulation session allowed him without supervision. However, now that he was eighteen, he could officially sign all the paper work to be allowed private training time. It had taken some time for all the paperwork to process, but he'd finally gained the security clearance.

For the first few minutes, he'd done nothing but stare at the equipment as if he couldn't quite believe he had finally arrived. He only had it for an hour though, and that feeling quickly passed. His fingers flew over the keyboard, creating a personal training simulation in less time than he'd spent awestruck.

He had since been up to the control room a few times to make adjustments. It was all Stark technology, so it was the best in the world. However, he found finding accurate measurements for himself difficult.

It wasn't until his fourth attempt that he managed to get anything close to what he'd been aiming for. Something suitably challenging, while remaining somewhat innocuous so he could learn the rhythms of the technology. The last thing he wanted was to white out and ruin his chances.