<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots,<del>sunglasses on her forehead.</del><br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Open<br/><strong><br/>"Tristyn!"</strong>she called out as he left, surprising even herself.<strong>"Be... Be careful,"</strong>Elizabeth asked, then looked away.  That car, that link to his father, meant a lot to him and if he thought it was being hurt it would be like the night Tristyn thought she and him were being picked on.  That had ended in violence, only this time the stakes were much higher than a mere brawl over who got to say they were her boyfriend.<br/><br/>Then, there guns.  Guns and axes and people talking crazy.  Chrissa was out on the balcony, looking like that Nazi camp commander in Schindler's List, gazing out over the prisoners and deciding which one he wanted to murder.  There was a completely new person inside, carrying TWO guns, big boomy looking ones, and Tristyn had his fists and Madelyn was going to go all Lizzie Borden on someone it looked like.<br/><strong><br/>"Everyone just stop it!  Michael says everyone we care about is dying right now and all you want to do is kill those who might survive?  Just stop it!"</strong>She turned towards Michael.<strong>"Make them stop.  Make them behave,"</strong>she pleaded.<br/><br/>