<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.imnotobsessed.com/wp-content/uploads/FFP_8581399_Ory_Meghan_JKMAFF_011512.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">NAME:</span>Ryan</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">AGE:</span>23</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">TAG:</span>Chris, Vivian, David</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span>In the car</strong><br/><br/>Ryan had been restless all morning, her drive back home had been one of scares to say the least and now she was back in a car again. This is not to say that she wasn't excited or happy about this, she had missed having her family together once more, it was just that she had literally left one car to jump into another. Chris's doing of course, the military had really given him a strict on time or early routine that seemed to have carried over into their vacation planning. Hence the too early car ride, the sun had barely graced the skies with it's presence and they were on the road. The radio played in alternating stations, something that kept the ride interesting and it helped to not listen to the same song multiple times. On one station they had interrupted a weather broadcast......<br/><br/><em>Impending snow is blowing in from the NorthWest, expect blizzard conditions by evening.</em><br/><br/>The caster faded out as the music replaced him, Ryan uncurled from the backseat, her feet lowering to the floor as she leaned forward, her fingers curling around Chris's seat, lightly brushing his shoulder.<strong>"That was brief....You think we will get hit by it?"</strong>She asked her hazel green eyes a mirror to his as she looked at him through the rearview mirror. The blanket she had draped over her legs slid side ways a bit as she leaned, showing a bit of her black yoga pants she decided to wear. Long car rides made Ryan want to be as comfortable as she could, which usually meant sweats of some sort. This morning she had on black yoga pants and a gunmetal grey doors shirt, the collar had been cut wide so it slipped down her shoulders. just giving a brief view of the top of her tattoo. Her hair was down and straight falling over her shoulders and back, bright red extentions mixed with the dark brown locks.<br/><br/>She stayed in this position for a few minutes conversing with her brother, her fingers tightening on the seat a bit as they sped up and passed a truck, it was more for balance then anything else, but the movement had her hands not only gripping the seat but his shoulders. When she did finally sit back, Ryan resettled herself on the seat, legs curled under her, blanket placed back into place over her lap, her book reopened and eyes darting up and at the road every few minutes as they continued towards their winter retreat.<br/><br/>