<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, Appartment Parking lot<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone, Elena & Dean<br/><br/>His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were shinning white.  His teeth were gritting together as he purst out into the parking area of Jacks appartment complex.  Anger flooded over him as darkened hazeled eyes searched his suroundings, subtly he'd be doing the group a favore by ending this fools activities against the group.  However as Dean raced off around the bend he planted and turned, ready to take off full force after the kid.  His experience with track would lead him to the thug within moments as he began to move towards that direction.<br/><br/>However Jeffersons voice inched its way into his head<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Let it go Tristyn, vent it out... release the anger, dont let it flood you, dont let it control you"</span></em></strong>after about ten feet he slowed and looked back towards the apartment and the girl under the car.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"...dammit..."</span></em></strong>he said as he took a deep breathe and began a light jog back to Elena.<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"So, what are we going to need?"</span></em></strong>he said as he approched, he knelt down in front of the Trans AM before smaking the hood softly<strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"What the hell does this prove?"</span></em></strong><br/><br/>He stood up with a look of disgust on his face before reentering the building and sprinting softly up the steps into Jacks appartment.  Hazel eyes shifted towards the groups unanounced leader<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Jack, he did a number on the cars, Elena said she could fix them up, but we need to do a supply run..."</span></strong></em>his eyes looked to the rest of the room as he continued<em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"..and...sadly Dean lives to fuck up another day..."</span></strong></em>his cheek bone twitched as he knew he couldnt punish corupt deeds done against the group, yet he relaxed, showing he was slowly being able to control his anger.