<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/>Nuo had to work hard for sleep.  Each reserve had to be exhausted before she could fall into a peaceful oblivion and allow the inner workings of her mind to settle down for a suitable rest.  Often times this meant that the girl could be found sleeping on top of the plastic mats of the gymnasium or sprawled out on a random couch in the student’s lounge.  The night before was an except as she found a route that lead back to the dormitories and a method of ascension to her room that depleted those final reserves so that sleep would come.  Sleeping on an actual did her good and brought back warm memories of being home, though sleeping alone was a strange sensation spending so many years at her school.  Stumbling downstairs also brought home the other issue of sleep, which she would be slow to function without movement around.<br/><br/>Almond eyes barely seemed to register being awake.  A sleepy sleeve of fuzzy, white pajamas was pressed to her eyes while she made her way into the dining area.  The pajamas were shaped in such a way as to make the impression of a teddy bear.  There was of course an alteration as the front was unzipped to expose her muscular midsection.  A simple white shirt was worn across her chest acting as both bra and coverage.  The zipper ceased just below her belly button leaving to the imagination if she wore anything below that point.  Along her feet the bottoms had also been taken off, replaced instead with a pair of slippers that were also white.  A dangling red ball hung from the front of each as they displayed the character of a Moogle.  The girl’s black hair was covered by a white hood with a pair of ears that stood up pointedly.  A few strands of the midnight blue hair hung down her front but she barely seemed to notice as she focused on the food.<br/><br/>Much like a zombie she shuffled toward the food.  One hand made grabby motions for a plate while the other was already reaching for spoon and fork to pile the morsels onto her plate.  As usual she set up her plates so that she could eat the required groups for her future work outs and runs.  Meats and carbohydrates were balanced with vitamins and sugars.  Nuo had long ago ceased to see food as something to enjoy and more as fuel for the body, though she still knew the difference between poorly cooked food and well prepared.  Thus far Xavier’s made their food well.  Absently she also set three sports bottles up on the counter so that she could pour out her shakes for later.  Then the plates were set on a table and her head promptly came down on an empty spot, cradled by her arms so she could gain a few more minutes of precious sleepy.  As an afterthought she gave a sleepy wave before settling down for more sleep.<br/>