<div class="floatleft">(http://viaranews.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/108-10-81-Michelle-Waterson.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen; Breakfast<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><em>Lub dub……..<br/>Lub dub……..</em><br/><br/>The sound of her heart could be clearly heard from the creature’s position at her shoulder.  The flesh of her skin seemed somehow color than before, changed somehow.  No sweat beaded on her flesh just now and her tanned skin was quite sedate as she curled up against Nightcrawler.  A soft murmur was given at the touch of the creature, but she didn’t lift her hand to warn him away.  Instead Nuo craned her neck to give him more space at the warmth of her nape.  Soon the black hair would fold down like a silk blanket for him.  Knees pressed upward to her chest and arms snaked around her limbs to make herself as small as possible.  Inside the dark places of sleep she saw the lines of kinetic energy forming and flashing, moving toward her.  Slowly she brushed each, shedding off more energy so that she could simply rest.<br/><br/>Yet through the dark that voice had cut.  A mechanical voice that even now sent shivers through her spine.  Such a voice signaled not only the monsters of metal, but also the soldiers of enslavement that chased her across her ancient homeland.  Nuo had spent much of her teenage life running from man and machine alike.  To hear those words and feel their power again, here at her newest home, took away her concentration.  Powers snaked into her veins so that soon the small artery at her neck began to pound with more force.  That heart beat so nice and steady before now shifted into a faster tone and beat, like a drummer warming up before a concert that heart began its ominous words.<br/><br/><em>Lub dub….lub dub…<br/>Lub dub..lub dub..lub dub</em><br/><br/>Muscles flexed as her body gave threat to awaken.  Powerful cords stretched over her shoulders while the nightmares of a youth misspent played out in her mind.  Miles of fragmented earth speed beneath her feet as above the voice became her sky, every chasing her over chasms and rock.  Soon the small ears of her pajamas were shifting as her head bobbed against the man she had taken as a pillow.  A shudder took hold of her and fingers flexed into fists, a dry sound of bones popping could be heard.  Knuckles molded from fists against flesh, bone and wood showed themselves before fading back into a loosened grip.  Eyes fluttered open, pupils contracted and almost on reflex she stood up.<br/><br/>Long legs suddenly extended so that she was perched on her chair.  There was no more sleep in her eyes but instead her smile on her lips.  “Morning!”  She gave a giggle before letting her legs move out from under her, falling down to her bottom in preparation to eat her food.<br/>