<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Parking lot<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>Strangers, strangers everywhere, except for Elizabeth, the -only- person she even recognized outside of across the room, or a fleeting glance. The sound of keys jingling as they hit the ground snapped her attention back. The keychain easily giving them away as Elizabeth's. She caught a glimpse of her longtime friend as she began to move away. The way she held her shoulders, the strain and stress simply oozing from the posture that was just to good caused her feel alarmed. Reaching down and snatching up the thrown keys she quickly moves to her friend's side. A single arm outstretched and wrapped around those tense shoulders. Wherever Elizabeth was walking to, she was damn sure going to go with her.<br/><br/>She did not say a word, not a single word, the arm that gripped the far shoulder of the blond girl all that -needed- to be said. At least within earshot of the others.