<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/JessicaDownes003.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>High School Parking Lot<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Madelyn, Tristyn<br/><br/>Chris took in Jack's words with some concern. She'd known groups would start forming--well, gangs, really--but she hadn't expected they would be this organized this fast. She had hoped that this group, Michael's group, would be a bit ahead of the power curve, but it seemed maybe not. Hopefully, they'd seen the last of the baseball team and their sub-machine gun...but Chris had a sneaking hunch they'd bump into each other again. And next time might not end bloodlessly. She'd come to know a few of the players over the years...and they were all assholes. She tried to shake away the memories of not one, but two failed relationships with players...and then there was the night of that one party... She pushed the thoughts aside.<br/><br/>She nodded her thanks to Billy's welcome. This rag-tag band didn't look like much, but it was a start, a promise of stability, and that was something Chris desperately needed right now. A hope that somehow, not everything would come down in flaming ruin.<br/><br/><strong>"I can fit several people in my truck, if needed,"</strong>she said.<strong>"Don't have seatbelts in the back, but somehow, I doubt any State Troopers are gonna pull us over."</strong>She looked between Tristyn and Madelyn.<strong> "Do either of you know how to operate a bolt-action rifle? It would be helpful if one of you did. I'm a good shot, but I can't really shoot and drive at the same time, if something comes up between here and Jack's place."</strong>