Blind Faith: The Convoy
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				Title: <strong>Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 04:33:38</strong>
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				The purpose of the thread is to allow anyone in the separate vehicles to RP with each other during travel time without interrupting the flow of the main story. Posts in the thread will be out of time, in a way, and thus the need for the special header. Out of time means that if your conversation/scene in the vehicle has not come to an end, you can still participate in the scenes in the main story thread and those who would not be having conversations aren't left out.<br><br>Please use the following header for all posts in this thread:<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name[/b]:<br>[b]Vehicle[/b]:<br>[b]Wearing[/b]:<br>[b]Travel From[/b]:<br>[b]Travel To[/b]:</code></pre><strong>Tagged</strong>:
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 18:38:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Dyna Wideglide<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: biker armor<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Tristyn's Place<br>[bTagging:[/b] No one<br><br>He had sat upon his bike, willing to go, and waiting patiently for everyone else to be settled in, and ready to go. He knew that Tristyn's place was likely right along the route he intended to take, given the general vicinity in which he had gestured, but he was not sure of exactly where it was, or else he might very well have been headed off already, to scout it out. <br><br>When the rest of the vehicles seemed ready to go, he removed the stand from its position, and balanced the bike. He turned the keys in the ignition, and the motorcycle growls to life. He revs up a bit, and when he can see and hear the other cars taking off, he moves to follow alongside. <br><br>Usually, he'd have some good music playing; some metal or rock. But today, he played no music, because he wanted to stay even more focused on his surroundings as they drove. With the way the world is, one should, from his perspective, expect trouble. <br><br>Although to some degree he was worried over his girlfriend--she had not shown up to school-- he felt certain that she would be alright. She was resilient, and besides, he'd probably get back to his place and find her chilling out on the couch, getting into his gourmet chocolate stash. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 20:02:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/JessicaDownes003.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>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Tristyn, Madelyn, Michael<br><br>The sound of Jack's motorcycle starting seemed to be the cue Chris was waiting for. After she'd handed her gun to Tristyn, she returned to her truck--she affectionately called it the White Rhino--and got in. The door creaked when she opened it, as did the seat when she sat on it. When the door closed, it was loud, almost like a small-caliber gunshot. She put her keys in the ignition and started the truck. It coughed and spluttered for a moment, but then roared to life. The truck could be finicky at times, but she was powerful, and fairly reliable.<br><br><strong>"All right, you two, mount up,"</strong> she called to Tristyn and Madelyn. <strong>"Michael, I can take the rear of the convoy, since I've got a scout in back,"</strong> she added, gesturing over her shoulder to Madelyn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 20:50:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Travel From</strong>:&nbsp; McKinney HS Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Michael, Billy, Vivian and possibly a mailbox or two.<br><br>The front left tire of the Volvo bounced off the curb as Elizabeth swung it in a wide circle to get behind Jack's motorcycle.&nbsp; The front end bobbed down as she braked quickly to keep from rear ending him.&nbsp; It was apparent that perhaps Elizabeth was not the most skilled of drivers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 21:00:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Vivian, and Elizabeth<br><br><strong>"Tristyn's gotta lead until we get to his house, Chrissa,"</strong> Michael called as he slid into the backseat of Elizabeth's car, <strong>"Then you can take the rear if thata's what you want." </strong><br><br>Sliding into the seat, he involuntarily stiffened as he realized he should have had Billy drive. Michael's hands fumbled for the seat belt, clicking it into place after a few tries. Shutting his eyes, he tried in vain to banish the visions flashing through his mind of the potential accidents they could get into. When Elizabeth hit the first curb, he visible twitched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 21:58:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Chrissa's White Rhino<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Gray hoodie over 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Dark blue jeans. Gray Sneakers.<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Tristyn, Chrissa<br><br>Madelyn nodded to Chrissa and gave a bit of a salute to signal she'd do her best. She knocked on the closed rear cab window hoping it would be open so she'd have a clear line of communication to the driver once they were rolling. She briefly thought of asking for everyone's cell phone numbers, but it would probably be a moot point soon anyway. The cellular network was likely hopelessly jammed at the moment, and with no one to maintain it, it would probably die out soon anyway. <br><br>For now she silently took her place and as they were in the front for now, kept her eyes on Michael and instead of focusing on what she'd already lost, she tried to focus on that ray of hope: That place in California they were heading towards. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:06:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Billy, Michael<br><br><br>The seat belt held in her place even as the tire struck the curb. She could not help but laugh softly, the end of the world or not some things never changed, and Elizabeth was literally 'hell on wheels'. A single hand reaches up and pushes back the gently curled dark black locks of long hair that spilled from her scalp.<br><br>She glances towards the blonde woman, her full lips pulled into a small smirk. <strong>"This reminds me of last Christmas when we hit that patch of ice and skidded -all- the way down the road that runs in front of the school!"</strong> She chuckles gently. <strong>"I we were both scared as hell, but it was rather funny after we finally stopped!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:25:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Traveling From</strong>:&nbsp; McKinney HS Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Michael, Billy, Vivian; as desired<br><br><strong>"I thought we were going to die,"</strong> Elizabeth answered, but lightly.&nbsp; <strong>"I remember you screaming the whole way down.&nbsp; And me too,"</strong> she added with a little laugh.&nbsp; <strong>"I told you I thought&nbsp; I was going to pee myself, and then you went and posted that all over my wall on Facebook!&nbsp; I can't believe you did that."</strong>&nbsp; She didn't recognize the area they were driving to.&nbsp; Elizabeth mainly went straight to and from school, or twice a week from school to North Star Gymnastics with Vivian and a few JV and Freshman cheer girls who didn't drive yet.&nbsp; It was always a noisy, happy time and she missed the giddiness of the squad when they were younger.&nbsp; Back then they'd been all braces and big ribbons in their ponytails, but they'd been nicer to each other too.&nbsp; Back then it was them against the varsity girls who thought they were so cool because they could drive and had boobs and boyfriends, some of them in college.&nbsp; Well the braces were gone, her boobs hadn't changed much and she didn't have a boyfriend.&nbsp; At least her teeth were straight now.<br><strong><br>"Billy?"</strong>&nbsp; She glanced in the rear view mirror to see him.&nbsp; <strong>"Were you really going to shoot Denny?&nbsp; I mean, really?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:52:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Elizabeth's car<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Vivian, Michael<br><br>Billy was looking out the window, caught in his thoughts since they left the school. Elizabeth's sweet voice seemed to draw him back to reality and he faced her, or at least her reflection in the mirror, as he thought about her question. <strong>"Who knows?"</strong> He replied with a light shrug. She seemed sweet, not one who would see any justification in murder. <strong>"Its hard to say, since my own life was not in danger. But Jack stuck out for me, and Denny was holding a gun at him. I had to defend him somehow."</strong> He glanced over at Michael, then back at her. <strong>"It seems we'll be getting into those kinds of situations more often from now on, though. It might eventually come to that."</strong> He decided not to openly state that he did intend on killing Denny next time they met. No use if they never found the scoundrel again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:20:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Vivian, and Elizabeth<br><br>The girls' conversation about their Winter accident wasn't sitting well with Michael. Between that and the visions, he was starting to feel rather sick. When Elizabeth asked about Billy's willingness to kill Denny, his stomach did another little roll as the vision of just that, then Jack being shot, popped sequentially into his head. <em>Awesome</em>, he thought.<br><br><strong>"He didn't kill him, Elizabeth,"</strong> Michael said quietly, trying to hold onto his breakfast. <strong>"But if it had come down to a choice between Denny killing Jack in cold blood and Billy protecting him, what do you think he should have done? Stood by and watched the man who tried to help him die for it?"</strong> Michael paused and then said softly, <strong>"'I used to ask for an easy life, now I ask to be strong.'"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 19:27:12</strong>
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				<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 style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Sighing he shook his head when he heard Chrissa shout for them to mount up.&nbsp; Turning he raced towards the white truck but slowed before getting in <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 03:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Billy, Michael<br><br>Her expression turned to a frown as she listened to the conversation she knew a bit more than her friend that violence was not only possible, but was quickly going to become a part of everyday life. Sighing for the first time she leans forward, rubbing her hand to her forehead. Emotions where hard to contain even for her. Going back to a life of always looking over her shoulder of -always- being afraid of the next stranger to try to hurt her, or abuse her. Even with well intentioned Elizabeth at her side... any kind of safety, or any kind of stability, in her mind was gone.<br><br><strong>"Where are we going now, anyway?"</strong> She asks to everyone, or to no one in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 11:01:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Traveling From</strong>:&nbsp; McKinney HS Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Michael, Billy, Vivian; as desired<br><br><strong>"You sound like Mr. Golden,"</strong> she told Michael. <strong>"You know, like how he always answers with a question that makes you think about what you asked?&nbsp; Half the time I get so tied up inside my head trying to think about it I don't even remember what I said."</strong> She slowed as the unlikely group of vehicles made a turn. For once she didn't come close to anything. <br><br>Elizabeth glanced over at Vivian and again felt reassured by her presence. She took one hand off the steering wheel and put it in her friend's lap, reaching for Vivian's hand. <br><br><strong>"I mean, I like get it, Billy. You didn't want to kill Denny, not like murder him, but he was sort of making you do it. Because he was going to shoot Jack. Denny would shoot Jack, you'd shoot Denny, probably Santiago or Jeff,"</strong> she said, naming a few of the other players, <strong>"would beat you to death with their bats then someone would kill them. It's like those food webs we learned about in Biology. Only now we are the food."<br><br>"I had a Pop-Tart for breakfast.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 18:49:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/JessicaDownes003.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>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Tristyn, Madelyn<br><br>Chrissa bit her lip as Michael reminded her they had to stop by Tristyn's place first. Of course she'd heard that part, but it had already slipped her mind. It was a small gaffe, and probably no one had even noticed, but it was just a small sign of how badly Chris was rattled. She prided herself on thinking things through, being able to plan several steps ahead, and keeping cool under pressure. Of course, she'd never been under this kind of pressure before. Trying to get hay bales stacked before dark so she could go to the movies hardly counted as pressure, now.<br><br>As Tristyn asked about where he should sit, she gestured over her shoulder with a thumb to the hard top cover on the back of her truck. <strong>"Trust me,"</strong> she said, <strong>"you'll have better angles from the passenger seat. I've shot from the is truck before."</strong> <em>Usually at squirrels or rabbits though...</em><br><br>She waited until the other vehicles were ready to go, then she started moving forward, onto the street. As they pulled out of the parking lot, she reached over her shoulder and opened the window between the cab and the bed. <strong>"You doing okay back there?"</strong> she asked Madelyn. As she picked up speed, she looked back to Tristyn. <strong>"Okay, tell me where we're going."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 19:52:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Elizabeth's car<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Vivian, Michael<br><br>Billy was glad that Michael spoke up in defense of his actions. He certainly didn't want to look like a murderer to the girls, but they would inevitably have to fight others to survive. Eventually, they all would have to adjust their moral compass to survive in this world. Billy smiled kingly at Elizabeth, <strong>"That's right. It would have been a bad chain reaction."</strong> He chuckled softly at Elizabeth's spontaneous remark then. She seemed to be scatterbrained, but with a good and pure heart. That was sweet.<br><br><strong>"We'll be following Chrissa's truck for now."</strong> Billy replied to Vivian's question, then looked at Michael. He patted his knee as thanks for before, since a smile would not register with a blind person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 20:18:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Vivian, and Elizabeth<br><br>&nbsp;Michael squirmed in his seat as Elizabeth mentioned Mr. Golden and turned his face towards the window, a leftover gesture from the days when he still had sight. What he had said had been intentioned to sound like the cheerleader's favorite teacher to get her to pay more heed to his words than he thought she would otherwise. The deception, however, made him uncomfortable and was why he usually deflected uncomfortable questions instead of making up stories. There were lifetimes in his head, but he still had the guilty conscience of a ten year old.<br><br><strong>"Tristyn needs to get some supplies,"</strong> Michael answered, moving his hand to brush Billy's in acknowledgement of the thanks offered. <strong>"Then we will be staying at Jack's tonight. It will be-"</strong> The blonde inhaled sharply as a sudden wave pain and sensation washed over him. Normally it didn't affect him so strongly, or at least it didn't any more, but there had been <em>so many</em> changes today it was beginning to overwhelm him.<br><br>Silent now, Michael was oblivious to his surroundings and the single bloody tear tracing it's way down his cheek. He watched as single choice blackened and darkened strands on the web of choices that lead to the home in California. A young man named Brian had chosen to leave the apartment that he rented next to Jack's. He wouldn't return until after they had left and so wouldn't be joining them. The darkness grew stronger and he had to fight his way back to the present, to push away the changing future. It left him gasping, head bowed in his hands, but he did it.<br><br><em>I need to rest, but I can't yet.</em><br><br><strong>"S-sorry,"</strong> Michael stuttered, not certain how long he had been gone for, though it had only been a few moments. <strong>"What was I saying?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 22:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Chrissa's White Rhino<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Gray hoodie over 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Dark blue jeans. Gray Sneakers.<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Tristyn, Chrissa<br><br>Madelyn didn't bother to answer Tristyn's query as Chrissa took care of that for her. She smiled at him serenely to indicate that she was fine with the current travel arrangement. She was already wedged in comfortably behind the driver side wheel well, and didn't much feel it was necessary to move. She exhibited a great deal of poise as the truck lurched forth. Her bicycle rattled and bounced a little, but it was nothing that would hurt it. <br><br>She periodically swept her eyes back and forth, taking in her surroundings and looking for anything that might indicate a problem. Chrissa checked in on her once they were moving and she responded. <strong>"I'm just fine with the ride... Less fine with this whole armageddon thing. I haven't spotted any trouble yet, though."</strong><br><br>She couldn't see Michael in the other vehicle very well from her vantage point, but at times she thought she felt emotions that weren't her own. This idea was highly suspect however, because honestly, she was sure everyone's emotions, including her own felt frenetic and alien right now.&nbsp; As an afterthought she asked of her fellow travelers. <strong>"How about you two. How you holding up?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:21:43</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><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 slid into the pasanger seat of the White Rihno pulling the door shut quickly, Turning to Chrissa he gave a fake half smile not really knowing what emotions to give in this situation.&nbsp; Feeling like a fool he looked away <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Um know where Patterson and 5th is? well turn left onto 5th, 3 blocks down take a right onto Winchester, im the third condo looking building on the left hand side."</em></span> he pointed in the direction they needed to head to.&nbsp; She knew it was closer towards the military base.<br><br>His head turned back towards Maddy as she spoke <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Its a fantastic beautiful morning"</em></span> he gave another smile this time being sinical and deepressing.&nbsp; He shook his head <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"i'm sorry, im an arse, its quite....confussing, however if we all stick together i think we can tough this out, itll get better... its got to get better....right...."</em></span> he said the last part softer as he turned his attention back to the road.&nbsp; He held an odd form of charisma to him even though he seemed distant in thought</span>. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Traveling From</strong>:&nbsp; McKinney HS Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Michael, Billy, Vivian; as desired<br><br>Either oblivious to Michael's discomfort, or trying to move past it, or perhaps just being blonde, Elizabeth answered Michael's question.&nbsp; <strong>"Something about Jack in the Box.&nbsp; Do you think they'll be open?&nbsp; None of these places are,"</strong> she said, pointing out the windshield to an IHOP and a Taco Casa, both of which were devoid of customers.&nbsp; It had to be blonde, because she was pointing out locations to a blind man.<br><br>Elizabeth looked in the rear view mirror and saw Michael was in some distress.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey, are you okay?&nbsp; What's wrong?"</strong>&nbsp; Still driving, she turned halfway around in her seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Vivian's headrest.&nbsp; Predictably, the Volvo began to slew to one side.&nbsp; <strong>"Billy!&nbsp; What's wrong?&nbsp; Oh my gosh, his eye is bleeding!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:38:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Billy, Michael<br><br><strong>"Gah!" </strong>The dark-skinned girl called out as one of her hands darts out to grab the suddenly ignored steering-wheel. A quick jerk pulling the Volvo from it's impending collision. <strong>"Liz! I am so driving from now on!"</strong> She calls out her hand still firmly gripping the steering wheel.<br><br>She could not help but laugh, even she allows her head to rest on the side of the blonde woman. If not for the rather unusual situation in the world around them this would be a very typical ride in -this- particular Volvo!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:55:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Elizabeth's car<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Vivian, Michael<br><br><strong>"Michael!"</strong> Billy didn't know if he should move him or anything. After all, when people are having seizures like that its best to let it pass, right? When it was over, Michael seemed fine, save for that streak of blood. <strong>"Hey, let me see."</strong> He took out a handkerchief and wiped away the blood as best he could, holding Michael's head with his other hand. <strong>"What was that? Does that...happen often?"</strong> Those were only two of the many questions he had going through his mind right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 03:22:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Vivian, and Elizabeth<br><br><strong>"J-Jack in the Box?"</strong> Michael asked blankly, starting as Billy held his face, but not moving afterward. <strong>"I'm not sure that's-"</strong> He sucked in a breath, not from a vision this time, but because Elizabeth scared the hell out of him when she chose then to turn around. <br><br><em>Thank God for Vivian,</em> he thought. Her presence in the car was literally preventing disaster.<br><br><strong>"Thank you,"</strong> Michael said as Billy cleaned him up and Vivian drove from the passeger seat. To whom he was directing the comment, wouldn't be very clear. <strong>"And it...just happens. Everything is happening <em>now</em>. When it slows down in a few days, when people are stuck on their courses so to speak, then...I'll be better then. Now, it's pathetic, but I need to sleep."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 03:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Traveling From</strong>:&nbsp; McKinney HS Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Michael, Billy, Vivian; as desired<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156504.msg7180212#msg7180212">Quote from: EbonyQueen on 06-11-2012, 02:38:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Liz! I am so driving from now on!"</strong> She calls out her hand still firmly gripping the steering wheel.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Okay," </strong>Elizabeth agreed, and turned farther around in her seat.&nbsp; Her face radiated worry and more than a little disgust at the sight of the blood.&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled.&nbsp; <strong>"Billy, don't let it get on the seat!" </strong> She sighed in relief when the handkerchief came out and caught the crimson drop.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks."</strong>&nbsp; The Volvo, driven by the much steadier hand of Vivian, continued neatly down the road.<br><strong><br>"Well, when else would it happen, Michael?&nbsp; If it happened, it was in the past.&nbsp; If it will happen, that's in the future.&nbsp; So happening means right now.&nbsp; I mean now, not then.&nbsp; Now now, not...oh, you know what I mean,"</strong> she finished in exasperation.&nbsp; Mr. Golden would have a kitten if he'd heard Elizabeth speaking like that.&nbsp; A frown moved across her lips at the thought and she turned back around in the seat and put her hands back on the steering wheel.<br><br><strong>"I got it, Vivian,"</strong> she told her friend.&nbsp; <strong>"Thanks." </strong> <br><strong><br>"Hey, Vivian?&nbsp; Like, hit our Facebooks on your phone.&nbsp; See if anyone is out there posting on them, or anywhere.&nbsp; Maybe it's just here and the rest of the world is okay?" </strong> Damn it, there was that uncertain sound.&nbsp; She kept glancing over to see if Vivian was making any progress. <strong> "Billy, what about yours?"</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 03:41:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Billy, Michael<br><br><strong>"I wonder if service is even working, or if there is even any -power- anymore..."</strong> The dark-skinned teenager responds as she begins to fish in the front pocket of her blue jeans. A rather plain looking smartphone is retrieved from her right pocket as she begins to work on the device. It was a bit beat up, and as far away from the latest-and-greatest model as there could be.<br><br>As slender fingers pressed and poked at the smooth screen her lips purse into a small frown. <strong>"There is a lot of stuff we are going to need... Maybe we should even 'find' some sort of... I don't know... rent-a-truck to put the necessities in. Water, food, tents, blankets... toilet paper?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Elizabeth's car<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Vivian, Michael<br><br>Billy found Elizabeth's reaction to the blood quite funny, actually. He managed to clean it well, so she wouldn't have to worry about it. When Elizabeth asked him to check his phone, he reached for it and noticed it wasn't there. <em>"Shit.."</em> He realized then that he had left it on the trunk of his car when he went to get the bow. <strong>"I think I lost my phone."</strong> He replied.<br><br>Back home, he had another phone, but Billy didn't really want to go there. His mother was in her room...dead. He wasn't ready to face that. <strong>"We'll have to gather everything we need as we go."</strong> Canned food might do for the moment, but eventually even that would run out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 05:44:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Vivian, and Elizabeth<br><br><strong>"I have no idea what she means,"</strong> Michael would mumble to Billy quietly as his face was released and he sat back again.<br><br>Vivian would discover the internet, at least, was still up. Facebook had basically exploded with messages, everything from calls to students to family, to cries for an explanation, to the shocking tales of parents who just plain wouldn't get up. There was panic over every wall and it only seemed to get worse as the comments descended. Mass hysteria was clearly spreading quicker through the internet than it was on the streets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 06:37:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/JessicaDownes003.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>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Tristyn, Madelyn<br><br>Chrissa glanced sideways at Tristyn at his sarcastic reply. For a moment, she thought he might lose it, but then he made it clear he was just being...well, he'd said it, an "ass." She just bit her tongue, trying not to say anything that might exacerbate everyone's nerves. It would only get worse over the next couple days, she suspected. Right now, everyone--herself included--was in shock. They were operating on instinct, on what little knowledge of survival they'd obtained back when the world was still in one piece. Once they'd had time to realized that they were truly alone, that this wasn't just a passing nightmare, nerves would get even more frayed. Tempers would get short. Violence, even among those they now called allies, could become very real.<br><br><strong>"Ask me how I'm doing tonight, if we live that long,"</strong> she told Madelyn. She cast another glance at Tristyn, trying to evaluate how he was handling this. He of all people she would've ordinarily trusted to handle himself in a situation like this. She didn't really know him, but it was obvious he'd had some training, physically at any rate. And the way he held her gun seemed to indicate he'd had some sort of military-type training as well, even if it wasn't official. But training was all well and good when there were no mental and emotional stressors in place. You could look at a guy who seemed rock solid in every way...and then watch him shatter into uselessness the moment he was put under stress. She'd have to watch Tristyn very carefully over the next few days.<br><br>She looked in the rear view mirror to make sure the other vehicles were still with her. As she did, she caught a good look of Madelyn. She studied the girl in the mirror, trying to get a feel for her as well. She was pretty, and looked somewhat street-smart, but she was also acting kind of funny at times. Chris had caught little facial expressions, the whispers to Michael, the looks she gave him...something was going on beneath the girl's surface, and Chris wanted to know what it was.<br><br><strong>"Oh shit!"</strong> she exclaimed, <strong>yanking the wheel hard to the left as she almost missed her turn. The comparatively light bed of the pickup truck fishtailed and swung around hard</strong>, and it would probably toss Madelyn around a bit unless she was wedged in tight. <strong>Chrissa wrestled with the wheel to get the truck under control again, heading in the right direction</strong>. <strong>"Sorry! Sorry!"</strong> she called. <strong>"Everybody okay?"</strong><br><br>--------<br><strong>*Bold black</strong> = actions other vehicles in convoy will see.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 07:08:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Billy, Michael<br><br>Her features focused, dark eyes fixed on the phone she held in her hand for a long, and rather silent moment. A single delicate finger running along the screen, scrolling more and more posts. <strong>"I think it is everywhere, the internet is still working and... Well."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a long moment, the phone turned off and stuffed in back into her pocket. <strong>"Look... I think we should really see about getting what we need and at least getting out of town."</strong> She pauses once again, glancing to the back seat and then towards Elizabeth again. <strong>"People are really starting to panic, I... don't know how long it will be until the power fails and that panic comes into the streets."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 12:26:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Traveling From</strong>:&nbsp; McKinney HS Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Michael, Billy, Vivian.<br><br>After Vivian checked her phone, Elizabeth took out her own and passed it over.&nbsp; Vivian knew the passcode, just like she knew Elizabeth's locker combination, Facebook password and email password.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth wasn't allowed to use her phone while driving; Mommy and Daddy were pretty strict about that and said it was dangerous.&nbsp; They'd made her go to a presentation on the dangers of Teen Texting and Teen Drunk Driving.&nbsp; That lady who'd been there, the one without the face, was so scary.&nbsp; She'd been really pretty before the accident and was just horrible now.&nbsp; Elizabeth never wanted that to happen to her.&nbsp; Ever.<br><br>Vivian confirmed the same was true on Elizabeth's wall.&nbsp; There were a couple of posts from the freshmen cheerleaders that broke her heart.&nbsp; They were trapped at home with their parents and hadn't made it to school.&nbsp; Elizabeth cringed every time Vivian read out another one.<br><br><em><strong>"Someone help me please!"<br><br>"They won't wake up!&nbsp; I've shaken them and thrown water on them and they won't wake up!"<br><br>"I'm so scared!&nbsp; Elizabeth, answer my texts!" <br><br>"My little brother won't stop crying and he keeps asking me what to do.&nbsp; I don't know!"<br><br>"I don't know what to do, Lizzy.&nbsp; Please come get me.&nbsp; Please please please come get me!"</strong></em><br><br>She looked at Vivian when she finished, then glanced backwards at Michael and Billy.&nbsp; <strong>"We can help them, can't we?&nbsp; Can't we get a big van or something?&nbsp; It's not like they're going to ask for my driver's license and whether I'm old enough at Hertz or Enterprise.&nbsp; Please, Billy...Michael?&nbsp; Can Vivian and I go get some of the girls?&nbsp; They need me, need Vivian and I, right now.&nbsp; We're the only ones on varsity who look out for the fish."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes pleaded with them to say yes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 17:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Elizabeth's car<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Vivian, Michael<br><br>Billy was surprised that this epidemic had happened everywhere. What now? They really needed to gather supplies, fast. He wasn't sure what to reply to Elizabeth's plea. Sure, they could get more people with them, but that would also mean a greater need for supplies that, right now, they didn't have. <strong>"What do you think Michael? If they bring supplies with them, I'm sure we could find room for more, but that depends on how things go from now on."</strong> If Michael saw it as more of a problem than a convenience, they would have to skip that for now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 01:45:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Vivian, and Elizabeth<br><br><strong>"If they can come to us, we can take them,"</strong> Michael said softly, hating the words even as they came out of his mouth. <strong>"Or if they live on the way to somewhere we're already going. There are already so many things we have to do, so little time to do it in..."</strong> The blonde pushed up his sunglasses and rubbed at his eyes. <strong>"I wish we could save everyone,"</strong> he trailed off as if he was going to continue the sentence, but didn't. They'd realize on their own, in time, the amounts of children that would die because of this plague. It didn't need to be said now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 16:57:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Tristyn's Sexy Firebird.<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Gray hoodie over 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Dark blue jeans. Gray Sneakers.<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one<br><br>Madelyn cozied herself into the driver's seat. It wasn't all that different from Jimmy Warhola's '76 Camaro. Jimmy was a good friend of her oldest brother who lived at the end of the block. Two years ago, he lost a bet to her brother and his penalty was to let the newly licensed Maddy drive it. Seven hours later, she had a passable mastery of an automatic transmission, and a great story involving a migrating goose and a dented hubcap. Jimmy was a great sport about it though. Her thoughts wandered to the dismal for a moment. He was probably as good as dead now too.&nbsp;<br><br>She shook the thoughts away like cobwebs on a root cellar's hanging lightbulb. She let out a long breath as the basics came back to her. <em>"Okay... Clutch... Gearstick..."</em>She gave herself a moment to acclimate herself to where her hands and feet needed to be.&nbsp; She could hear Jimmy's voice as she acted out each step to operate the vehicle. <em>"Now let the clutch out real slow..."</em> Maybe it hadn't been slow enough... or maybe too slow, but the car sputtered a bit, and threatened to stall in seeming disapproval. She let it stall and started again. This time, she went through the motions again and the car lurched forward out of the garage. She sat there red-faced, hoping that Tristyn was otherwise occupied and not able to watch.<br><br>A few choppy maneuvers later, she was cruising along in the convoy, feeling quite pleased with herself. It got smoother as she went, and soon it had all come back to her. The best news was that there wasn't a goose in sight at the moment. <em>"Besides,"</em> she assured herself, <em>"That wasn't techinically your fault. How were you to know that goose would try to land on a moving car?"</em> They were all going slow enough that she didn't need to go past 2nd gear, and she was glad to be getting a valuable refresher course even if it only lasted a short drive.<br><br>By the time Jack's complex came into view, she felt like a pro, and parked with almost no trouble. She would wait for the other vehicles to come to a halt before getting out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 17:31:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>It was back to just her and her best friend, not that she minded. Out of the group of strangers it was like having a rock to cling to when next to a raging whirlpool. Someone familiar, someone she could trust, someone who's first -name- she knew. She sat behind the wheel this time. It was not the first time she had driven her friend's car. She settled in place following the car in front of her not -too- closely to give herself time to stop if need be.<br><br>Attention glanced out either window, towards the empty seeming buildings and houses that the group of cars passed. She had no idea where they were going, a familiarity with the roads and streets of the town enabled her to get a general idea at least. And she still could not help but wonder if sticking with the group, she felt, was plucked right out of an episode of "Doomsday Preppers" Was still the best idea.<br><br>Society was crumbling along with it civilization and with so many proficient combatants in the group what would happen if they turned to prey on the weaker of the group? Elizabeth's words continue to ring in her ears.<br><br><em>"... but I'm also afraid if we stay they'll realize they don't need us and will... I don't know.&nbsp; Something I guess.&nbsp; Leave us?&nbsp; Kill us?&nbsp; Or, you know.&nbsp; Something else?"</em><br><br>A hand slips from the steering wheel, reaching towards the passenger seat slender, dark brown fingers tightly grip the paler hand of her longtime friend, at least -some- comfort to be found there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 03:55:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Traveling From</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Vivian.<br><br><strong>"I hate feeling scared all the time," </strong>she told Vivian, her own fingers mirroring Vivian's intensity.&nbsp; <strong>"Back at school, right when Michael told us, I just felt confused and like, like I was sort of there but not there, you know?"</strong>&nbsp; She looked over at Vivian, seeking understanding.&nbsp; <strong>"Like I was someone else, somewhere else.&nbsp; There was this little Elizabeth inside, yelling, but no one could hear her, even me."</strong><br><br>Elizabeth frowned.&nbsp; <strong>"I just want to go to sleep and wake up and have everything back to normal."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:07:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivian Abasi<br><strong>Location:</strong> Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>She sighed gently at her friend's words, her own head nodded, tossing strands of slightly curled jet black hair into her face. She dared not take a hand off of the wheel to brush it aside, and she chose not to release the hand that she held so tightly in the other. The hair would simply have to remain as it was.<br><br><strong>"I know, it's like a bad dream, it still -feels- like we'll just wake up and shake it off -as- a bad dream."</strong><br><br>Her dark eyes remain focused on the road, even as the car continues in the convoy of vehicles. <strong>"I just felt like I was... in a world I didn't know. I suppose I still am. I only have you to hang onto."</strong> With that she laughs softly, turning to glance towards her friend for a moment. <strong>"Well it could be worse, at least you are still the prettiest girl I know, and I don't feel bad about clinging to you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 06:10:18</strong>
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				<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<br><br>Once Chrissa was in her truck, she waited for Billy to get in, and took one last look in her mirrors to make sure no one was around the truck. She started it up again, even as she realized she could no longer use her rear-view mirror; all the stuff in the bed of the truck was obscuring her vision. She'd just have to use the driver's side mirror. The one on the passenger side had been broken off a long time ago, and she'd never fixed it. Now more than ever, she wished she had someone in the back of the truck to keep an eye on her blindspot, but there was no way around that now. Maddy was needed as a driver, and they needed all the transportation they could get their hands on.<br><br>As she fell in behind the other vehicles in the convoy, Chrissa started to become aware just how quiet it was in the truck. Of course, the whole world was quiet right now. But it bothered her, even though she'd never been much of a conversationalist. <strong>"So, uh...we haven't met before today,"</strong> she said to Billy in a conversational tone. <strong>"What part of town are you from?"</strong> As she drove, she kept her focus shifting between the cars ahead of her and the mirror, watching the street behind her. She wondered if that car they'd spotted down the block would try to follow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 13:37:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>:&nbsp; 2011 Volvo XC70<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: A shiny paint job.<br><strong>Traveling From</strong>:&nbsp; Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Vivian.<br><strong><br>"Best friends forever,"</strong> Elizabeth agreed, faking a smile she didn't feel.&nbsp; It was beginning to dawn on her that she was being selfish.&nbsp; Vivian was scared too.&nbsp; Just because she was strong, because she'd known the adversity of growing up in foster homes, didn't mean that she was any more prepared for the Apocalypse than Elizabeth.&nbsp; Sometimes experience with adversity made it more frightening, because you knew what could go wrong.<br><br><strong>"Hey," </strong>she said softly, turning in her seat to look at Vivian.&nbsp; <strong>"It will be okay.&nbsp; We will be okay,"</strong> she stressed the we.&nbsp; Again she faked a smile, not knowing whether Vivian could see through it or not.&nbsp; <strong>"At least we don't have to take that AP Economics test today."</strong>&nbsp; She mimicked the voice of Ms. Patton.&nbsp; <strong>"Using a correctly labeled graph of the short-run and long-run Phillips curves, show the effect of the fall in consumer confidence on inflation. Label the initial long-run equilibrium point A and the new short-run equilibrium point B.&nbsp; Seriously?&nbsp; Seriously!&nbsp; The only part of that I understand is the A and the B."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 17:03:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Chrissa's White Rhino<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's appartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa<br><br>After leaving Trystin's apartment, Billy hadn't been very talkative, even though he was usually a very sociable person. He just quietly stared out into the deserted streets. In truth, he was thinking about his mother, wondering if she was already a stiff, or just sleeping until death claimed her in the next couple of days. But he wasn't one to talk about his problems with others, preferring to deal with them on his own most of the time. So when Chrissa spoke to him and broke the silence, he looked a bit surprised as if woken from a daydream. <br><br><strong>"Oh, yes..."</strong> Billy shifted in his seat and smiled at her, <strong>"I live in a gated community. I only transferred to McKinney High last year."</strong> He replied to her question, <strong>"Before that, I used to go to an all-boys private school. So its not surprising that we haven't met, actually."</strong> Billy only knew who Chrissa was through rumor and gossip, which he didn't really put money on. A girl as pretty as Chrissa was bound to make the popular girls jealous and talk behind her back, specially since she doesn't seem to be all that sociable. <strong>"You don't participate in school events much, do you? I'm sure I would have seen you around."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 22:15:26</strong>
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				<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>: My Place<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jacks Place<br><br>Why them? was all he could think as the truck hit a soft bump on the road and he shifted lightly from where he was sitting. The only sounds came from the roars of the cars engines as he looked forwards the man on the motorcycle leading them away.&nbsp; Jack, a wonderful kid, smart strong, intelligent, no wonder why he slid right into the leadership role of this rag tag group that Michael had pulled together.&nbsp; Tristyn sighed a good sigh knowing on many occasions Jack had saved him and gave him advise, they'd be safe for a while and Tristyn could hear his father saying <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"A true soldier knows when to lead and when to follow..."</span></em></strong> he knew he would follow orders when given, that was his purpose, he guessed it was at least.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes traveled back towards "her" in the volvo and all that managed out of his mouth was a saddening sigh, he was glad she was here and glad she had friends who'd look after her and keep her safe even if he couldnt, he shook that from his mind.&nbsp; No they may have ended badly but he'd still protect her, he still cared, even if she didnt believe it.&nbsp; He continued to think bout her until he heard the Trans Am shifting wrong and he cringed <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Softer Maddy...softer!"</strong></em></span> he said aloud to noone in general.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 05:45:20</strong>
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				<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<br><br><em>Gated community...</em> Chrissa thought. To her, that meant rich kids. She'd learned to stay away from them. They were usually nothing but trouble. Billy...seemed different so far, but under a stressful situation like this, it was hard to tell who's behavior would hold up into the near future, and who would go off the deep end. <strong>"Ah, I see,"</strong> she said in reply to Billy's comment about just transferring to the school a year ago. <strong>"Yeah, I've uh...had some bad experiences with school events."</strong> Her face flushed as she said it, as if she realized maybe she'd said too much. <strong>"Tend to stay away from 'em."</strong> She clenched her teeth, the set of her jaw making it apparent it was a sore subject for her. So she changed it quickly.<br><br><strong>"My parents have a ranch outside the city limits,"</strong> she said. <strong>"It takes up most of my quote-unquote free time. I get up, do my morning chores on the ranch, come to school. Once classes are done, I go straight home, do my homework, and do my evening chores. Then shower, sleep, and repeat."</strong> She smiled at him. <strong>"I used to kinda hate it. Stupid, huh?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 16:19:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Chrissa's White Rhino<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's appartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa<br><br>Billy could see Chrissa's expression when he said he lived in a gated community, but he wasn't offended or anything. Her reservations were her own to deal with. He wouldn't pry without need. <strong>"Ah, I see."</strong> The mention of a ranch outside of town caught his interest, though. That could be a place for them to hide their supplies and be safe for a while. Perhaps he would talk to Michael about that later. He could empathize with her routinary lifestyle, since he lived his life in a similar way, although their lives were pretty much opposite of one another.<br><br><strong>"Having a routine is good, gives people a sense of normalcy. It takes discipline not to stray."</strong> Billy said with a smile, <strong>"Or it could just be that we're control freaks."</strong> He chuckled a bit. <strong>"It wouldn't be surprising if people eventually look to go back to the things they did before this crisis, just to get that familiarity back into their lives."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 19:08:21</strong>
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				<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>: My Place<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jacks Place<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Billy<br><br>As he sat there looking off behind them towards the volvo and the trans am he heard the two speaking up front.&nbsp; His eyes shifted up behind him and he realized they left the slidding window open for maddy earlier and when they all switched places he forgoten it was open. Had they heard him yelling at Maddy to be softer with the clutch? He blushed realizing he was an idiot if they did.&nbsp; He listened on as they spoke before chimming in himself softly <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Routines arent bad at all, Its what the military live by..."</span></em></strong> It dawned on him, had he just interupted a private convorsation.&nbsp; He slinked back down to a sitting position gulping softly realizing how rude he'd jsut been. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 19:21:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br><strong>Location</strong>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Vivian, and Elizabeth<br><br>Michael hopped into the volvo before Vivan and Elizabeth, buckled up and slid down in his seat with his eyes closed. He kept his head down, trying to will away the headache that was forming behind his eyes. It was barely ten minutes, but he really needed the time to just rest. Plus the girls seemed to need the time alone, or at least some semblance of being alone. So he <em>tried</em> not to eavesdrop, but the volvo wasn't exactly built for that. <br><br>They were lucky, he knew, to have each other. Someone who would lift them up when they were weak, only to pull the other up when positions were reversed. As they went on, he wished there was something he could do to make them feel a little better, but there wasn't. He couldn't even say their friends would be alright, give them that little piece of mind because the girls wouldn't be alright.&nbsp; Well, for a year or so. Then <em>he'd</em> find them. They wouldn't die, but there were worst things than dying. It was one of many secrets he would keep over his lifetime.<br><br>When they neared Jack's apartment, Elizabeth mimicked one of her teachers and Michael slid further down into his seat. He had understood about as much of that as the blonde, but for different reasons. Objectively speaking, he knew what a graph was, but he didn't know how to use one. There was only so much you could learn in fifth grade and Michael never made it to sixth. His face heated and he prayed no one found out about that. Thankfully, they got to Jack's and he could pretend he hadn't heard anything at all. Or...try to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 23:42:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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.&nbsp; 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.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 00:18:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Chrissa's White Rhino<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's appartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Tristyn<br><br><strong>"You're probably right."</strong> Billy replied to Chrissa's comment, chuckling a bit to himself, <strong>"Well, in any case, its bound to be an adventure."</strong> He threw a smile Chris' way when he caught her looking at him. She was very attractive, in a more mature kind of way, compared to someone like Elizabeth anyway. <br><br>Billy then turned halfway to speak out the window. <strong>"I don't think we've met before either, Tristyn. I suppose that doesn't make me a good class president, huh?"</strong> Granted, most of these guys are social misfits who probably wouldn't even care to vote for such things, but Billy had also been too busy to get to know the others in his grade.<br><br>Looking down at the rifle, he returned his gaze towards Chrissa, <strong>"I hope you'll teach me how to use that at some point."</strong> The bow was good, quiet, but if in a hurry or if he ran out of arrows, it would be good to know how to use guns as well. Everyone had a skill they were good at, and it would be a shame to not take advantage of that. Billy could stand to learn a lot from them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 04:43:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>: My Place<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jacks Place<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Billy<br><br><br>He smirked even though they didnt see it <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Dont worry Billy, I could've said hey prior to the world blowing up and all..."</span></em></strong> he sighed softly <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"...anyways you politicians dont care bout us grunts anyhow so it wouldnt matter much what I say, never had before"</strong></em></span> he shrugged as if they'd see it. Chrissa's comment played in his head about no more routine <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"we need to not become barbarians, so routines arent bad, they keep us....sane..."</em></strong></span> he thought about all the times he'd go through his routine of boxing to forget the pain and loose the anger, it kept him sane.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 06:23:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>Up ahead, Chris could see Jack and his motorcycle heading for a group of apartment buildings. She supposed that was their destination. She fell silent as Billy and Tristyn talked, concentrating on where Jack was going so she could find a good spot to park her truck. A few minutes later, they were parked. <strong>"Yeah, I'll teach you how to use the gun,"</strong> she told Billy. <strong>"Several people are going to need taught, if not everyone. The more people that can defend themselves and each other, the better."</strong> She looked over her shoulder at Tristyn. <strong>"We're going to need to find a place that's got more guns and ammo too. The closer the better. We should talk to Jack and see if he knows the closest place to here."</strong><br><br>With that, she got out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Convoy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 16:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Chrissa's White Rhino<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Travel From</strong>: Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's appartment<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Tristyn<br><br><strong>"Well, I'm not like most politicians. Perhaps I'll have to prove you wrong, Tristyn."</strong> Billy said with a chuckle, then shrugged, <strong>"I'm sure we'll all get to know each other better now, specially since we'll be sharing a lot of personal space from the looks of things."</strong> Looking at the apartments, he could tell it was the type of building that had limited space per housing. He grabbed his stuff and got out once Chrissa parked the car.
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