<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>The mall interior<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Dutifully Nuo followed behind Autumn.  One hand was on her jeans, pulling them up as best she could while her other clothes seemed to hang off her as well.  There had been little time in her flight from China to gather up fitting clothes and here she had been too busy adjusting to do much shopping.  Now though she was trapped in a building dedicated to shopping, to one of American commercialism at its more decadent and she felt the tremors of so many people around her.  Deeply she breathed while pressing against the red haired woman in front of her, eyes wide open to witness the extremes.  At home such things were becoming more common place, but this was still a shock for the young woman as she had long avoided cities and people.  A quiver stole through her body, restraint coming to bear as she resisted the urge to fly through the people and mall.<br/><br/>“Where are we going to go first?  Oh wow there is so much here.”  Nuo let her eyes go almost cross as she stared at a couple of billboards on clothing stores.  “I’m going to be wearing more than them right?”<br/>