<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>Idris, Autumn, Storm, Open<br/><br/>“If we’re going to go shop for a uniform, I have mine!  I will go get it and then the person can see it and make it better for fighting crime.  Yes.”<br/><br/>Nuo was typically an excitable person whether from her abilities or her personality was anyone’s guess.  Yet the notion of retrieving this article of clothing seemed to bring an extra beam to her smile.  A beam that lead to a bounce which lead to a strong hug on both Idris and Autumn.  Then for good measure she nearly tackled Storm with the force of a hug before she fled from the room.  Behind her the door hadn’t had time to shut before her feet could be heard pounding on the steps and a scream could be heard from a student nearly bowled over by her sprinting frame.  The morning was starting well for Nuo and the natural exuberating of shopping for new clothes, plus a crime fighting outfit and her own abilities was quite staggering.<br/><br/>Minutes would pass before she was seen again.  This time her outfit of a teddy bear was replaced with a far simpler one.  Jeans and a t-shirt stretched out over her frame.  The t-shirt was far too small for her as the edge of the shirt failed to even cover her stomach while she ran back down the stairs.  A black sports bra was easily visible through the white material.  Jeans were also confining on the muscular frame as they struggled to keep her thighs in check while at the same time remaining on her slim waist.  The mismatch of body physique would pose a concern for most pant purchases.  Most clothing was simply not designed for a girl that could operate as a professional athlete.  At her ankles the jeans were cuffed up over some worn converse that had seen much better days than being on her feet.<br/><br/>A strap ran over her chest, connected to an athletic bag positioned behind her.  Red with worn lettering for China etched over the side, the bag held great significance for her as she still clutched the strap in one hand.  “Hey I wanna drive too!  I’ve never driven a car before and you have big cars here.”<br/>