<div class="floatleft">(http://knuxx.com/nm/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/prefight-pics-114.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nuo<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York, Westchester, The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>The Sub-basement/Danger Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Running outfit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danger Room Team<br/><br/><br/>The sun had not yet woken when Nuo started to stir.  Dark mornings were a stable in her past life and were hard to eliminate even now.  Eyes opened quickly, surprisingly so considering how soundly her body had rested in the bed.  Yet the energy would not be turned aside and the calling of motion was strong inside her frame.  Clothes were a necessity, but they were a troublesome one while she contained the tremors of hands and feet.  Red track pants were pulled onto her muscled legs, their loose form draw tight at her waist and ankles so she could properly move.  The sports bra was set on next along with another for tighter measure.  Both black materials layered on to give her the support for what came next.  A thin, white muscle shirt settled on them for some measure of decency though the black material clearly showed through the white.  Beaten sneakers and a red hair tie completed her ensemble before she took off out the door.<br/><br/>While some headed downstairs for breakfast, Nuo instead moved upward.  The roof was her favored place to start the day even if she did have to take an unusual route.  Moving out toward the balconies, she was quickly to start her scramble up the walls.  Hands knew the path even if her eyes saw only darkness.  A crevice here, a leap to the piping there and then she split her legs to let her shimmy up a tightening of the walls.  Nuo considered this part of her warmup, a preparation for the ascension to the top and then the inevitable fall to the bottom.  Free-Running they called the sport, but Nuo had been doing this all her life.  Still there was solidarity in knowing others did the same as her and strength in knowing she was not the only one that enjoyed the different paths a building offered.  Her final rise to the roof was meet with the opening rays of sunlight.  A smile set on her face while she worked forward to the edge and witnessed another sun rise.  Hands lifted upward to the sky before she tilted forward to start a hand-stand.<br/><br/>Black hair fell forward over her face in a rebellious action.  Each strand that fell was one that fought free of her hair tie.  Nuo laughed at the tickling sensation, turning her head so that she could still see the sun.  Legs arched forward, bending her back in a display of contortion that ended with her feet nearly at her head.   Elbows bent and a myriad of muscles displayed along her arms as she began to lower herself downward.  Strain tightened on her cheeks and face, fighting to keep the posture and balance while performing a set of push-ups.  Then just as suddenly she pushed upward, kinetic energy racing down her arms to assist in the action.  Nuo’s body lifted upward into the air, her body curling into a ball and rotating backwards.  She was up and then over the edge of the roof with a laugh, plummeting downward.  Below her were the markings of many paths she could take and her only thought was which one.<br/><br/>When Nuo finished her morning run, the kitchen was next on her path.  Much like a hurricane the youthful mutant pushed forward into the confines of the house.  Tension and energy radiated from her while she quite literally bounced on her feet.  A fresh sheen of sweat ran down along her body, drops cutting through grooves in her arms and abdomen.  Those rebellious strands of black hair were now plastered to her wet forehead.  Still, the girl showed no signs of stopping while she poured food onto her plates.  Arrays of three plates were set before her.  If there was any question about her resolve to eat them all, they would be answered momentarily when all three were cleaned away in an orderly array.  Indeed the girl ate as if she were in a military camp, with each food group occupying a particular place and time in a hidden hierarchy.  Then came her drinks, juice and water and then milk to finish off the rotation.  Clean up came next in short order, interrupted only by the announcement of the Danger Room.  Nuo nearly forgot the five protein shakes in a bag set aside for her in the excitement.<br/><br/>The jog of Iceman was meet with an equally vigorous rush by the young woman as if afraid she would be left behind.  Indeed the kinetic energy rumbled through the floor as she made her surge toward the elevator, completing the action with an aerial turn and twist to land inside.  A friendly wave and smile was given to the others that would join them.<br/>