<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>Garage to SUV<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>A fresh sheen of sweat covered the body of the lithe Chinese girl that entered the garage.  Muscles flexed and tightened as if freshly used.  Gone was the energy she had displayed at breakfast and gone was the bouncing personality of earlier.  Black strands of hair lay matted across her brow, held in place by the wetness of her brow.  An apparent effort was given with each step she took, the bag on her back seeming suddenly heavier to her.  Yet Nuo did not ask for help or show pause as she made her way to the van.  A faint wave was given and her smile, though faded with her lack of energy, still held a youthful exuberance.  Deep in her mind she knew that this lethargy was only temporary, a result of her effort to be drained before going into a dense population.  She knew that once in New York the chance to expel her energy would be nearly impossible to find.  Here, well outside there would be at least one archery target that needed replacing as tennis balls had become dangerous projectiles.<br/><br/>Quietly she opened the door so she could slide far into the back.  An entire bench on the back soon served as her bed, her knees curling up to her chest so that she could take a moment to find some rest.  Meditation would be required to avoid the bulk of energy the car would provide her.  Six bodies and the parts of the car being thrust forward would provide a great deal of kinetic energy, enough that she would need to actively thin the amount drawn into her body.  A yawn was given before she used her bag as a pillow, sliding the larger bulk forward to provide a cushion for her head.  As she did so there was a rattle of metal on metal which required an adjustment by her hands to be silenced and cease protruding so as to be uncomfortable.<br/>