<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>Vehicle</strong>: The White Rihno<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: School<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: My place<br/><br/>He smirked at Chrissa as she explained to him her situation with bullets and when to shoot and when to not shoot<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"i think I got this, relax'</span></em>He gave a charismatic smirk as he looked from them back to the school, this was his 6th school hes belonged to his whole life, so why should he feel some sort of depresion for leaving it.  Could be that situation the held in there hands for this day or any of the next day could be catostrophic for the whole group.  Sighing he shook his head when he heard Chrissa shout for them to mount up.  Turning he raced towards the white truck but slowed before getting in<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Wait ladies, wouldnt i be more usefull in the back? i mean i can reach all angles of the truck quicker and easier instead of fumbling around inside the cabin of the truck. say someone comes up on our left itll be longer for me to turn the gun that way, so i can take the bed of the truck maddy if you wish to sit up front?"</span></em>he let his question linger before hoping into the truck.