<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>Library<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm, Ragnar, Autumn, Open<br/><br/>There was a bounce to her step that had little to do with the stored energy coursing through her body.  For the first time in a long time, Nuo actually felt the youthful exuberance of her age and the possibilities of a life lay out before her.  Moving through the halls of the school the crackle of energy flowed into and around her, but her mind turned from the racing heart of her chest to the lessons of math and science, to the speeches of history and the beauty of fine arts.  There was a beautiful simplicity in going to class and getting homework.  Granted most of her teachers were powerful mutants or distance learning courses, but she still relished in the feel and enjoyment of being given tasks to complete.  This was the closest to normal she had since being a small girl and Nuo bounced despite herself.  Even her clothes were the same as others.  The shopping trip hadn’t been a waste even through the interruption of her attacker.  Nuo would face those memories later and refused to let them haunt her here, in the halls of her school.<br/><br/>A curious face peered around the door of the library.  There her smile beamed at the sight of three familiar faces so that she pressed inside with an almost door jarring rush.  Denim leggings of violet covered her powerful legs, hugging them tight while giving the appearance of being fashionable.  Nuo felt more comfortable in such material over the tougher forms of actual denim, but she enjoyed the look.  So she wore the leggings from their trip along with a simple, loose fitting top.  The arms were left bare by the black material that flowed more like a dress than a shirt.  A set of gold zippers showed themselves from above her breasts, highlighting the faint curve of them while still keeping her modest and youthful.  A mismatched pair of sneakers completed the ensemble as converse of purple and red decorated her feet.<br/><br/>“Hello!”  Nuo nearly shouted despite this being a library.  A quick leap was taken so that she landed on the lap of the recently seated Autumn before scrambling to also given Storm and Ragnar hugs.  The energy inside her small body was almost palpable after a day spent sitting in a confined class room and inside the building.<br/>