<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>Vehicle</strong>: The White Rihno<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: My Place<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jacks Place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chrissa, Billy<br/><br/><br/>He smirked even though they didnt see it<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Dont worry Billy, I could've said hey prior to the world blowing up and all..."</span></em></strong>he sighed softly<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"...anyways you politicians dont care bout us grunts anyhow so it wouldnt matter much what I say, never had before"</strong></em></span>he shrugged as if they'd see it. Chrissa's comment played in his head about no more routine<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong><em>"we need to not become barbarians, so routines arent bad, they keep us....sane..."</em></strong></span>he thought about all the times he'd go through his routine of boxing to forget the pain and loose the anger, it kept him sane.