<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>: White Rhino<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See picture. Also a black ball cap, hair pulled into ponytail.<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Billy, Tristyn<br/><br/>Chrissa looked over her shoulder as Tristyn spoke up. She could barely see him around all the stuff in the back of her truck, and she hadn't been aware he was listening in.<strong>"No, my routine wasn't bad at all,"</strong>she said, a bit louder so he could hear her over the noise the engine made.<strong>"I used to think it was boring. But now...now all I can think about is how I wish that routine was all I had to worry about."</strong>She drove in silence for a minute, surreptitiously studying the two guys in the truck with her. She'd eyeballed Tristyn earlier, of course, so most of her attention was focused on Billy, though she was trying to be discreet about it. She wondered if she could trust these guys. All of her previous experiences with boys had ended rather badly, so her instincts told her no.  But at the same time, she knew she was going to need people to rely on in the days ahead. Her first impressions of most of the women in the group had not been favorable. Maddy was the sole exception to that, but she was still a complete enigma.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't think there's going to be much 'routine' for a long time to come,"</strong>she said.