<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Interior<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Dark eyes glance up as she looks towards the crowd, the person next to her, Billy, had introduced himself as had Elizabeth who was standing just to the other side of her as well, so she supposed it was her own turn.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Vivian..."</strong>She began trailing off for a moment as she once again glanced at the faces in the group. Could she explain more? Go into detail about her life, her past, her last -name-? Sure... but what would it matter? She was under no illusions, she was the dead-weight. Those around her with their marksmanship ability, their mechanical aptitude, their years of near-military training. She had none of that. Four years of Krav Maga instruction, basic first-aid for the summer working as a lifeguard, the bare basics of how to use, aim, and fire a pistol that was it. In a group of survivalists she had nothing to offer and she knew it.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, Vivian..."</strong>With that she quiets down. It was enough.