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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">NAME:Tristan Müller</span></span><br/>
Alias: </b>Cabal Orange<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Tris<br/><b>Age: </b>26<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022 @ ~12:00pm<br/><b>Location: </b>Operations Room<br/><b>Wearing: </b>See Picture - Jeans - White T and a hooded jacket.<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F6TIU9Ehmi6dMzZK73Ym4yj%3Fsi%3D6546752a2e614aa9&amp;hash=ef60602e9868c9497158b9576407890f" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/6TIU9Ehmi6dMzZK73Ym4yj?si=6546752a2e614aa9" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Save Myself</a><br/><b>Tagging: Everyone<br/>
Mentioning:</b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Squeezing Alley her hand he gave a small smile.<b><i>"She will, you are her sister to. But most importantly you are my sister and I want you to stay..." </i></b>Looking around he noticed the loud ruckus and discussion inside the room between his siblings. Shaking his head he felt sad, but what could he do... He hadn't even been able to get Alley to stay before. The doubt gnawed at him. Why had she left him? Yet he knew, he shouldn't press the issue. She was here now.<br/><br/>Addy spoke her mind against Idris and Terry. Kenji and Iris had voiced their concerns towards Emmy. It almost broke his heart seeing everyone at odds with one another. His family felt so broken. Not one mind, one team but a group of individuals.<br/>Yet a small flicker of hope grew in his chest as he saw Chris try and offer to cook everyone a meal. Chris had been the last one to leave. He had never thought Chris would leave. However when Chris had left, the pain had been a bitter pill to swallow. After it had just been Emmy and himself. He had seen Emmy grown more silent and distant. Feeling helpless at it all, at the loss over his family, Tristan had attempted to bury his feelings. He had found his solace into drink, girls and the useless quest of finding Alley.<br/><br/>Tristans stomach grumbled loudly throughout the room at the mention of food. He looked around, quickly scanning to see if anyone noticed. He tried to remember the last proper meal he had eaten. Chris his cooking had been divine growing up. He might still had been upset with Chris for leaving but he wouldn't pass on an opportunity of a home cooked meal.<br/><br/>He looked back at Alley<b><i>"You should trust Kaylee, sis. When everyone left, she stayed and looked after this place. She brought us all here didn't she? She is also your sister after all"</i></b>