<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/>As the truck came to a halt he shook all thoughts he had from his mind and jumped out of the bed of the truck.  Looking forwards to the his friend on the bike he spoke<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"do you have any special place you want or need this stuff to be? or any place we shouldnt go?"</span></em>at that he began to umpack his military bag with clothing in it, he lifted a few bags of canned food in one arm and the other he grabbed the three sleeping bags that were tightly rolled.  As he made his way towards the apartment on foot he announced in general<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><strong>"These sleping bags are Arctic rated, meaning they will keep you warm in sub zero temperatures, I say the ladies take them at least, guarentee youll be wark if we lose heat to the building at some point or another"</strong></em></span>he siad the statement aloud for all to hear, however hazel eyes set on the blonde in the volvo for few seconds before turning back towards the building.