<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Complex<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Elena<br/><br/>Dark eyes continue to dart around suspiciously. The more and more it was feeling like she was about to be locked in a room full of strangers. Well not all of them strangers. Elizabeth was there of course, but as was the overly-violent guy who had messed up her pretty face not to long ago in a fit of uncontrolled rage. She was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. She glances towards the various doors before she asks, rather quietly.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you know if any of these other units are... unoccupied?"</strong>She asks.<br/><br/>Her slender fingers grab at the hand that had come to rest on her's during the introduction and holds onto the paler hand tightly. The colorful bag with it's large golden "M" on each of the sides she holds in one hand dangling as if to be used by a makeshift weapon if need be.