<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>War Room! Sept 1st 2013<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone in attendance<br/><br/>Nuo had heard uplifting speeches before.  Words said from her coaches at school and words from the owner at the circus to pump them up before a performance.  Sometimes those speeches were even heartfelt and deeply moving.  Somehow she felt this was one of those speeches even before the first began to speak.  So she listened with attentive ears even though her feet began to shift and move against the seat cushion.  At any moment Nuo seemed ready to bolt from her chair and over the table, but she stayed put as they spoke.  Only when the uniforms went flying did she move.<br/><br/>One hand grasped the uniform before she leapt from the chair.  She was careful to keep her feet from touching the table, even though part of her wanted to show off.  Still feet on the table would be rude right now and she meant to put herself forward as best as possible.  These were new team mates and so the team had to be respected as everyone found their place.  Nuo knew how to work inside a team.  Most of her life had been spent working within the confines of a team despite participating in an often individual sport.  Nobody worked alone though and so she felt the weight of people atop her and beneath her as familiar.<br/><br/>Soon she was to disappear behind the door of the Girl's Locker Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=185999.0)