<div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone, Elena & Dean<br/><br/>Tristyns head ached slightly from what was being processed.  Michael expected this rag tag group of kids to be the ones to truly save the world.  But how? and from who? and how did his life fit into the scheme of things.  He was about to open his mouth to interupt when they talked about Dean outside.  He never met the kid however there had been a few times when he thought about forking some money over to the kid to kick Scotts ass into next week without Tristyn catching the blame.  But those days were gone now, and he had to look forward to protecting this group with what skills and knowledge he had.  He could do it, he was talling himself, well more like forcing himself to "be" there mentally when people needed him so he could react accordingly like he had been taught.  His eyes looked around starting at Elizabeth and ending with the blind kid<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"....Michael, what do you 'see' is causing this to happen? where exactly are we going to? and what roles do we fill in this plan?"</span></em></strong>he was about to continue this barage of questions till his eyes widen<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"...The Trans AM... that fuck..."</span></em></strong>he cracked his knuckles before starting towards the stairwell.  They could pretty much tell the sense of anger rising in his eyes as he thought about his car being messed with.  Itwould be wise for someone should stop himbefore hurting someone or getting hurt. But he briskly pushed past Tom the new guy and started down the steps.