<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br/>Location: Dorm Room Commons Area<br/>Tagged: Any in the location<br/><br/><br/><br/>Caroline’s skin still steamed in the cooler air of her dorm room.  Hot water had scorched at her skin when she had returned.  Pain had raced over her body to wash away the stench of her failure, of her inability to protect the innocent.  She had let her anger get the better of her.  Caroline had allowed herself to be consumed with a want to hurt and to win the fight.  That her wants had been brought about by a need to help her friends and the people around her did not enter her mind.  For her the last image of the child in the path of her destruction stung her thoughts and brought tears that stung her eyes.  If not for Steve she may be watching the child’s burial.  Such grief would have consumed her.  Steve had saved not only the boy but her as well.  A shaky sigh took hold of her chest.  Around her the towel fought to hold itself onto her but failed.<br/><br/>So she stood up from her bed nude.  A redness traced along her shoulders, back and chest from where the water had hit the most.  Against her closest door hung a picture of her family.  Fingers touched the photograph with a longing for the family she saw there.  Part of her knew that such a family did not exist for her, but she wanted the dream regardless.  She knew her parents loved her even if they feared for her and what she was becoming.  Truth be told she was fearful as well.  Another shaky sigh and then she turned to look over her other clothing.  Much was still packed away in her bags, so some time was taken to rummage through the contents.  A simple white shirt emerged along with a bra to contain her ample chest.  The tight confines were fitted to her heavy front before the white shirt was tightly spread across her front, giving perfect shape to the round curves.<br/><br/>A pair of simple shorts were pulled on next.  Etched across the back were the words “Gold’s Gym.”  The shorts were meant to give her freedom of motion and display her legs when she worked out.  Shaping the body meant a lot of observation to sculpt the muscle and so the shorts allowed for that visualization.  That such visualization might have different connotations to others did not touch her mind.  Indeed Caroline doubted many would take interest in the powerful thighs and hardened bottom she presented.  Instead she gave a simple smile that she was back in familiar clothing.  The light brown tendrils of her hair were brought up into a small bun, clipped into place securely so that she could move without being bothered by them.<br/><br/>Water bottle taken up she moved out to the commons, the slap of her sandals could be heard down the hallway.  A pause was given when she heard voices but she had promised not to be a recluse on coming here.  Caroline emerged to the conversation regarding pizza with a slight smile on her face, finding humor in the man’s lack of knowledge about the food.  Immediately she sought out the water fountain, but she kept her eyes toward the forming group.<br/><br/>“Hey.”<br/>