<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Chris had at first been keeping a general eye on things out the windows around the balcony, but her field of view was limited. And as the talking continued to drone on, she found herself having a harder and harder time focusing on keeping some sort of watch. It wasn't until now that she realized just how tired she was. She'd been up and around probably much earlier than most or all of these other kids, as she had chores to do on the ranch before coming to school. But beyond that, the stress of the situation...it was exhausting. She started in surprise as someone started pounding on the door, and others indicated that something was going on down in the parking lot. Someone was disabling the cars?<br/><br/>Sudden rage flowed through her at the thought of someone messing with her truck. Sure, it was kind of an old truck and nothing pretty to look at. But it was HERS; she'd babied it for years now. Not to mention that any sort of transportation was invaluable right now. She flung open the door to the balcony and stepped out, her rifle in hand, already searching for the culprit. She didn't know who it was the others were talking about, but she figured she would be able to determine who was at fault.<strong>"If I see him, I'm going to shoot him," </strong>she warned. She could be forgiving of most things...but not when someone messed with her truck.