<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Billy, Michael<br/><br/>Her expression turned to a frown as she listened to the conversation she knew a bit more than her friend that violence was not only possible, but was quickly going to become a part of everyday life. Sighing for the first time she leans forward, rubbing her hand to her forehead. Emotions where hard to contain even for her. Going back to a life of always looking over her shoulder of -always- being afraid of the next stranger to try to hurt her, or abuse her. Even with well intentioned Elizabeth at her side... any kind of safety, or any kind of stability, in her mind was gone.<br/><br/><strong>"Where are we going now, anyway?"</strong>She asks to everyone, or to no one in particular.