<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall; Breakfast 0830 Sept 1st 2013<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>The arrangement was an ordered one.  Breakfast was an orderly affair for the woman who had spent her childhood in a school dedicated to physical training and the martial arts.  Food was a precious resource for the body, fuel that needed to be properly ingested and balanced.  To that end each plate that was laid out before her was sectioned off with its contents and arranged in the order meant to be eaten.  Carbohydrates, protein, nutrients and vitamins were set forth for her consumption.  Fluids were arrayed around the configuration of plates as if to ward off interlopers to her hunting grounds.  Hovering over this display was the hungry face of a woman who looked as if she would eat only a fourth of the meal lined up before her.  Those that had watched this ritual before knew this for a falsehood.  Eagerly her fork stabbed down into a slice of ham so that the massacre might begin.<br/><br/>Sneaker covered feet perched against one of the supports of the chair.  Long legs, tight with strain as they pushed against that support, showed themselves for their full power and strength.  This morning she had donned a pair of shorts instead of sweat pants so that bare flesh could clearly be seen.  Throughout the kitchen could be heard the scrapping of her fork against her plate, stabbing and scooping of food from each plate in a ritualistic fashion.  The motions were quick forcing her to lean upward on the chair and flexing her legs even further.  Dark hair lay matted to her face, a layer of sweat already working over her features from an exercise routine earlier.  That had been the first of several to follow.  Along the curve of her biceps a drop of sweat beaded and moved, flowing down the deep caverns while she maliciously feed herself.  Almond eyes did not even look up at a passerby until all the plates were empty.<br/><br/>Exasperated by the effort she lounged back in the chair.  Across her top there was spread a red sports bra covered by a black tank-top.  Cold water crossed her lips in large gulps before she went for the juice afterward.  A burp was let out before she gave an embarrassed giggle.  Fingers nimbly moved to stack her plates and cups, leaving behind only memories of the destruction.  Nuo sighed contently when returning the food, though she did stop to open the refrigerator to produce three protein shakes that would be eaten between meals throughout the day.  Each was tucked into a gym bag that also served as her book bag and her actual gym bag.<br/>