<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<br/><br/>Tristyn smirked a bit as he holstered the gun, he knew exactly the experience Tom held with his father most likely.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Yeah, my dad was a bit of a gun freak, collected random things here and there, always read the tabloids, mum said it was cause he was bored, however, since he was a soldier I think he knew something was goin on"</span></em></strong>that made him wonder about the predicament the group was in at the moment.<br/><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Im a good shot with side arms, but i prefer hand to hand"</span></em></strong>he cracked his knuckles<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Anything special for fist fighting in the closet?"</span></em></strong>