Blind Faith: The Journey
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				Title: <strong>Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 20:39:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">(Continued after this (http://[url=http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=155893.0) event)</div><br><div align="center">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/parkinglot.jpg)</div><br>The student parking lot looks normal, despite the quiet that seems to permeate the air. The distant roar of the eastern freeway is distinctly absent and no cars pass on the streets surrounding McKinney High School.&nbsp; If anyone had gone around to the front of the school, it would only have added to the feeling of wrongness in the air; it was empty. Not one car filled a space, not even the ones reserved for the police who consisted of campus security. <br><br><hr><br><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>: McKinney High student parking log<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br>It was to the southern exit of this parking lot that Michael went, standing on the sidewalk and facing the lake that lay across from the school.&nbsp; A few students had already left and a few more were leaving now, wanting to go home after hearing what Michael had to say. He knew it would be hard for most to leave their parents behind, but the kids here – well, they wouldn’t be kids for very long – had a fortitude that even they didn’t know about yet. That’s why he had come here, after the vision had shown him what would happen. He didn’t know why they would die, only that it was some sort of disease and that the pandemic would spread to the entire world faster than anyone would predict. In the end, all that mattered was what was coming and that those who he guided to the coast would be a bastion of hope in a dark, twisted world.<br><br>Unfortunately, his “sight” wasn’t perfect. There were holes made by people’s choices, branches where he could see outcomes and the people who would create them. What was worse, he knew he couldn’t shape the decisions that created those events. People would die and he could only do so much. Michael was reminded of that the hard way as a white truck left the parking lot and he visibly flinched. She would have been a great help to their little group, but he couldn’t force anyone to join. Still, he had hoped she would come with and now, some of those who <em>would</em> come might die.<br><br>Now, all there was to do was wait and see who he had convinced and who he had failed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 21:26:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone, Michael<br><br>That morning had been the same as every morning for Billy Wilson, class president and all around good guy, as far as anyone knew, anyways. He had gotten dressed and went over his daily itinerary before grabbing breakfast by himself. His mother usually slept in and knew him to be responsible enough to take care of himself in the mornings. He ate his breakfast and fixed his hair before heading out. Out on the street, things seemed unusually calm. It was eerie, actually, because the way to school was always busy in the mornings. He saw people, well, not people, kids and teenagers walking around as if confused. <br><br>Billy wondered if something had happened, like a terrorist attack or something. That seemed more probable than anything, he figured. He parked his car at school and could hear whispers among the students. Something was definitely wrong, and it wasn't the fact that approximately half the students in the school weren't there at all. There were no teachers to be seen, not even security or even janitors. The ladies at the cafeteria never missed a day, but they too were absent.<br><br>Everyone seemed to be gathering at the quad, so Billy made his way there and that's when Michael made the announcement that shocked everyone present. Billy didn't believe him, but everyone around him was scared, he could tell. Someone had to do damage control and make sure there wasn't a riot or nothing. As Michael exited the room, Billy hurried after him, though he didn't run. Running might incite fear and panic amongst all those too scared to move right now.<br><br><strong>"Hey! You there, Michael."</strong> Billy walked over to Michael, putting a hand on his shoulder. <strong>"Listen, my friend, I don't know if this is a joke, but don't you think it was a bit out of line? I mean, you scared a lot of people back there."</strong> He said, moving so he was facing the blind boy. <strong>"Why would you say something like that?"</strong> He asked and waited for an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 23:45:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Home, then Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Lance Maxwell (upon arrival)<br><br><strong>At Home</strong><br><strong><br>"Mommy?"</strong>&nbsp; Her knuckles hovered over the door to her parents' bedroom, then withdrew.&nbsp; Slowly, so as not to disturb her if she was sleeping, Elizabeth opened the door and peered around the corner.&nbsp; Mommy was still asleep, as Elizabeth had thought, but the weird thing was Daddy was too.&nbsp; He was never at home when she left for school, having usually left at least an hour before to make it to his firm in North Dallas before traffic got bad.&nbsp; Well, they had been out late last night at the DSO.&nbsp; Elizabeth couldn't recall what the symphony was, only that she was glad Mommy let her skip it in order to study for her AP Economics exam.&nbsp; Maybe they'd been out really late, like on a date, and had decided to sleep in.&nbsp; Elizabeth shut the door as quietly as she'd opened it and went downstairs.&nbsp; <br><br>Another oddity.&nbsp; The housekeeper hadn't shown up yet either and hadn't set out Elizabeth's breakfast.&nbsp; Whenever Mommy slept in, which was about half the time, the housekeeper would make Elizabeth's breakfast instead.&nbsp; What was going on?&nbsp; Elizabeth scavenged a fruit bowl and half a package of S'Mores Pop-Tarts and ate quickly standing at the island.&nbsp; On the way out she grabbed her cell, her backpack, and car keys.<br><br>Elizabeth's car was last year's Volvo XC70 station wagon.&nbsp; It was entirely not cool, but there was a lot of room in the back for her and her squad's cheer bags and Daddy said it was safe and made him feel better about letting her drive.&nbsp; So far she'd only had one wreck.<br><br>Well, two, but hitting the drive through pole at Chick-fil-A didn't count.&nbsp; Not really.<br><br>Almost clipping the side of the mailbox as she pulled out of the circular drive, Elizabeth headed to school.<br><br><strong>McKinney HS Parking Lot</strong><br><br>Things were, like, totally weird.&nbsp; Scary.&nbsp; None of the janitors or assistant principals had showed up to open the building and the students were milling outside.&nbsp; Well, those that drove.&nbsp; A lot of the freshman who didn't drive were missing, as were all the bus kids and everyone who usually had their mom drop them off.&nbsp; Probably less than half the student body was present.&nbsp; The whole thing was just...weird.&nbsp; Then Michael said what he said.&nbsp; Elizabeth still felt the goosebumps on her arms that his words had raised.&nbsp; Somehow she knew, knew it in a deeply felt way that defied logic and common sense, that he was telling the truth.&nbsp; She felt...<br><br>Numb.<br><br>Mommy and Daddy weren't dead, but they would be.&nbsp; So would Gramma and Granpa Goetz and Grammy and Grandy Myers.&nbsp; And all of her teachers, including Mr. Golden.&nbsp; That made her feel something closest to an emotion, but even then it was as if the world was wrapped in cotton candy and she along with it.&nbsp; Elizabeth felt like screaming, only she was afraid she'd drown on the syrupy sugary stickiness of reality.<br><br>Looking around, she spotted the tall, dark form of Lance Maxwell.&nbsp; He'd been a great basketball player and Elizabeth could still remember cheering her heart out when she was on Frehsman and JV Squad at his games.&nbsp; He'd quit hoops though, she wasn't sure why, but he'd always been one of her favorite players.&nbsp; He was low drama too, which was different from most of the athletes and most of the black guys.&nbsp; Something about that calm seemed important right now, so she angled across the lot to stand beside him.&nbsp; She waited a while, then spoke, twisting her head over and up to look at his face.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey.&nbsp; Do you think it will hurt?&nbsp; Our parents, I mean, and Mr. Golden.&nbsp; Will it hurt or will it just be like they don't know it because they're asleep?"<br><br>"I don't want it to hurt."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes and countenance begged him to lie to her and say it would be painless, that they'd never know.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 03:03:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Michael, Elizabeth, Billy, Open<br><br>Everybody knew Jack in the bike armor; every morning, he came in wearing the stuff, and stowed it all away in his locker. Normal clothes underneath it all, like always.&nbsp; Hell, even the absent school officers always knew at a glance that it was him, and while they were the ones whose job it was to worry, they never did. They were just glad that at least one student takes his safety seriously when it comes to driving anything. <br><br>But, that's neither here nor there. The present. He hadn't even had the time to get out of his gear when Michael went, and caused a ruckus. He saw it, and heard it, but before he could break it up, it seemed to dissolve on its own. He found it difficult to believe what Michael had said, but the kid did have an odd knack for things, and today really felt surreal already; his commute to school had been too damned quiet. Where had everybody been, in their cars, heading off to work? He'd seen barely a soul...<br><br>He followed the few others out into the parking lot; perhaps coincidentally, or maybe some subtle twist of destiny, his bike was right out near to where Michael was going.&nbsp; And that's where Jack went, helmet held in his left hand. He lingered around his bike, and watched the others; and also, their surroundings. <br><br>Though typically not one for conversation, the biker found himself speaking up.<strong> "They'll probably slip into a coma, and just dream. That makes sense, from a biological standpoint." </strong> His words directed to Elizabeth, not out of any desire to soothe her worries, but simply because that's how he saw it.<br><br><strong>"Meanwhile, I'm thinking hanging around here too long would be a bad idea. Who knows when the crowd will come back, looking for someone to lynch. Seriously, this whole thing could go Salem Witch Trial's pretty fast, Mike." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 05:46:53</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>: McKinney High student parking log<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br><strong>"Because it's true, Billy,"</strong> Michael said softly. <strong>"Because if I hadn't, those of you who join me will die. Fear is a powerful motivator."</strong> The blind man paused, then let out a soft sight, <strong>"I hope you brought your bow, for that archery competition."</strong><br><br>Michael's shoulders visibly relaxed as he heard Jack and Elizabeth join them. He knew he hadn't quite convinced Billy, yet, but he was <em>here</em> and that was something. The words in the quad had been chosen to inspire the most important candidates to join him. They just needed a few to start and it would grow from there. Michael wouldn't let <em>him</em> win.<br><br>Nodding to Jack, the blonde didn't answer Elizabeth's question; he didn't have the answer, <strong>"One hour, then we go. We won't leave sooner, or later."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 18:06:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone, Michael, Jack, Elizabeth<br><br>Because Michael was blind and wearing those glasses, Billy could not read him well. It was hard to determine if he was being serious or was just spouting nonsense like those doomsayers in the streets. But the tone in his voice was very serious and even. If anything, this boy believed wholeheartedly that things were as he said. <br><br>Billy blinked when Michael mentioned the bow and his competition. <strong>"How did you..?"</strong> It didn't matter, did it? This Michael knew a lot of things, but was he right about people dying? Only time would tell. <strong>"Yes, I have the bow in my car."</strong> He was a little weary as to where things were going. <strong>"I expect you to explain things as we move on."</strong> He whispered to Michael's ear, since apparently they had to leave soon.<br><br>Now it fell to Billy to make sure people didn't panic and cause mayhem. Looking around him, he already saw people in their phones, calling home and loved ones, getting more frantic as time went by. Stepping up on a bench, he called out to everyone, <strong>"There's no need to panic. We all need to stay calm until we figure out what's going on. Now, someone call the police or fire department, or even the hospital. They might have some information about what's going on."</strong> He knew that, if what Michael said was true, and most adults were dead or dying, there would be no response, but they had to confirm that. <strong>"For now, we will wait here for a little while."</strong> Giving people something to do except panic would buy them some time to figure things out.<br><br>Climbing down, he rejoined Michael and those around him. <strong>"People are going to want to check in on their loved ones. Go home, or look for friends. You're saying we should follow you, but where to?"</strong> He talked in a low voice so others wouldn't get alarmed. He had to appear like everything was under control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 18:32:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/Flying+Blind+-+Madelyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madelyn's home; School Quad; Auditorium<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone who noticed her slip away to the Auditorium. <br>&nbsp;<br>Madelyn squinted her eyes at the phone on her night table and sighed. Once again she'd woken up ten minutes early. Not early enough to drift back to sleep, but early enough to be an annoyance. A face had popped into her half-remembered dream. That blind kid from school. She'd quite literally bumped into him recently. She kind of regretted not making more of an appology, but she hadn't wanted to make a scene or pity him for his condition. He seemed capable enough after all - Her hallway clutziness had knocked lesser men over, and they could see. She shook her head and pulled her father's bedroom door closed before she hopped into a cool shower. She liked to sing in the shower and didn't want to wake him. Not that it would have mattered - He was the type that could sleep through the apocalypse, and as a freelancer who could pick his own hours, he rarely rose before 10 am.<br><br>Since she was early, Maddy decided to slip into her Dad's office to check her email. She was hoping for an update from one or both of her brothers back east. Barely a day went by that she didn't hear from one of them, if not both. Her brother Quinn had just celebrated his 27th birthday and called her a few days prior to say he'd just proposed to his girlfriend. She was really looking forward to the wedding next summer, as his girlfriend Gina had already become like a sister to her. Daniel had big news too as he'd just passed his LSAT and was accepted to law school.<br><br>Oddly enough, she had no new messages from either of them. A twinge of melancholy swept over her, but she quickly shook it away. They were probably both very busy, but she'd see them soon enough. They'd promised to fly out to visit soon.<br><br>It was still early, but she was on her way after grabbing a breakfast bar. It was a decent day outside, so rather than drive, she decided to leave the car for her Dad in case he needed to go anywhere. Instead, she pulled her bicycle out of the shed and set off. She really enjoyed biking here - it was much easier that the hilly roads of the allegheny mountains. Back home, if she rode anywhere, she spent as much time pushing the bike up steep slopes as she did riding it.<br><br>There was very little traffic today, and while it should have been a blessing for one on a bicycle, it made her uneasy. That uneasiness only grew when the school came into view. Was there some sort of closure that she hadn't heard about? People were milling about outside in the quad. Michael made his proclamation and headed towards the parking lot. Part of her wanted to scoff, part of her wanted to run home, but most of her knew he was right and that going home wouldn't make a difference. She'd meet him in the parking lot, but there was still time to prepare.<br><br>Her brother Quinn was a Zombie fan. In fact, his wedding, which she was sure wouldn't happen now, was Zombie themed. He was also an outdoorsman and and avid survivalist, and had imparted snippets of his wisdom to her. Most vivid in her mind right now was preparation and the five C's of survival. She bit her lip and felt her throat swell up. She would probably never see him or Daniel ever again. She supressed the thoughts of sadness and focused on the task at hand. She had only an hour to go get supplies.<br><br>The school was locked up, so Maddy went around the back of the school where the stage door to the auditorium lay. She knew from experience she could jimmy the lock and get inside, from that time the actors locked themselves out during rehearsal one night. It took little effort at all as the mechanism was already slightly bent from last time.<br><br>She pulled her bicycle inside, then opened her backpack and dumped her books unceremoniously in the corner. Then she set to work to re-fill it with what was actually necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gekido</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 03:58:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://hotchocolatefinder.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/042108.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lance Maxwell<br><strong>Location</strong>:School <br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Jeans, Shirt and a black Jacket<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz and the rest of the people nearby<br>&nbsp;<br>Lance heard his proclamation and shivers went down his spine, he clearly believed the boy. Some people had the ability to predict stuff and nothing more, apparently this person was one of them.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath he remembered his earlier day, waking up rather early he began preparing breakfast for his family as he usually did. When he was done he walked to her mothers room and knocked on the door only to wait for her response. Nobody answered which made him enter the room and see her sleeping, “Not going to work today huh?”. Shaking his head he left her alone and ate his own breakfast before getting his stuff and walking to the school.<br><br>Reaching the school he was clearly surprised, there was almost no cars on the parking lot. The only ones that he recognized were the cars of the students, somehow the adults were not there. He didn't see any stores open or anything like that when he was walking to school which was strange. Normally a store that he always bought a juice from were always open, a old lady working on it that he recognized however today she wasn't there, he wondered if anything happened to her. Everything was strange, very strange and he could just not put a finger on it.<br><br>Now he was in the school and the man proclaiming the end of the world was clearly very serious about it. Taking a deep breath he looked down at the girl besides him and shook his head, “No they won’t feel anything. They are asleep and they are dreaming, if this guy is telling the truth… they will just keep on sleeping”. He smiled looking down at her and nodding, “What would you do, will you follow him?”. Taking a deep breath he nodded to himself as he decided there was one person he needed to search for.<br><br>“If there is one person that would know about this it’s her. I need to go get her, want to come with me? Or want to do your own thing?. Anyways I will see you at the parking lot in one hour if you decide to go with him, I am going”. He began walking in direction to the library weather or not she would follow him. Maya was a girl that believed in all these things, if there was a girl that believed him would be her and there was no other place she would be except the library reading books related to aliens and stuff like that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 05:24:55</strong>
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				Michael smiled at Billy's words; they meant he would stay with them and all he truly needed to convince anyone was time. Unfortunately, it wasn't with them and some hell was about to break loose. Billy's speech bought them a little time, but...in the end, it would only make things worse. <br><br>"<strong>No one's answering!</strong>" screamed a panicked girl after her eighth call to 911. <strong>"They can't be all dead, they just <em>can't</em></strong><br><br>A chant began from the shade of a nearby palm tree as a young freshman stared blankly at the empty street, <strong>"This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening."</strong> He barely flinched as a reckless teen almost hit him with her pink truck, the muttered chant continuing unabated.<br><br><strong>"Jack," </strong>Michael said in a deceptively calm voice, though his shoulders and posture had tensed. The cane lifted from where it had been supporting the blind man's weight, now held like a fencing sword. <strong>"Would you please escort Billy to his car to retrieve his bow? Elizabeth? You should stay with me." </strong><br><br><strong>"Come back!"</strong> a male voice shouted from the other side of the parking lot as an old, blue corolla went speeding out into the street, scraping a shiny silver convertible. <strong>"Adam! You're my <em>ride</em>!"</strong><br><br>Student agitation was mounting, especially from the two bus fulls of kids who had actually made it to school. How were they supposed to get home? Some of the younger ones were crying, a few kids still dialed repeatedly their home and emergency numbers, almost as in shock. More shouting started as a fight broke out in the quad, though it was distant and the words indistinct. A few still maintained their calm, not all people Michael hoped would join them. They stood in small knots, talking quietly and occasionally sneering at those around them who were panicking. Jack and Lance would recognized many of the bullies they had dealt with over the years and their hangers on and Elizabeth the sports teams. If watched enough, they seemed to be planning or plotting, but were clearly not interested in going with Michael.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 06:35:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Michael, Billy, Open<br><br>"Good idea. The sooner we get out of here, the better. But, wouldn't it make more sense for some of you guys to pile into Billy's car? I can ride ahead or behind or alongside on my bike, but I can only take one passenger." He says with a nod of his head, casting a glance quickly towards Michael. "If we need to get some food or water or anything, I've got a bit of it at my apartment. A small first aid kit, too. Some other things we might be able to make use of." <br><br>He looked, then, to Billy, and pulled up his jacket for a moment, withdrawing some sort of metal item; it looked kind of like a bar, with some holes in it, but those paying close attention might also notice the hinge and small locking mechanism that they could use to identify the indistinct piece of metal as a folding pocket knife. He kept it held in his left fist, however, so the opportunity for those to take note of it is very small.<br><br>For now, he lingered, to see what Michael had to say about his suggestion, but also, for Billy to lead the way. Jack didn't know which of the small number of cars here was Billy's. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 10:22:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/25793283/hwang-mi-hee-cute-schoolgirl-glasses_large.jpg) </div><strong>Name</strong>: Maya Madoka<br><strong>Location</strong>: Library<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Red tank top with a black hooded sweater over it, with sleeves pushed up; black jeans; black calf-length platform boots. Her hair are in braids like in the picture.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one yet<br><br>Maya turned the page of her book and sighed. Another useless book. She had thought that coming to America was a land of opportunity. Here, at last, she would be able to find some truth about aliens. After all, most movies about aliens were produced in Hollywood, right? And there's always news about sightings of UFOs and whatnots... Surely some of that must be based on truth! Closing her eyes, Maya drummed her fingers onto the open page. All her life, she had been interested in paranormal encounters. Back home in Japan, she had files and files of newspaper articles about Espers, new discoveries about alien lifeform, and so on. But all that searching had led to nothing... Could it be that aliens and ghosts really didn't exist?<br><br>Opening her eyes again, Maya turned to look out of the window. She was seated at her favourite spot in the library, a window alcove at the far end of the library. The windows here overlooked the school field -- practically the best greenery on campus. Beyond the field was the carpark, and that was where Maya's eyes were focused now. Squinting against the sunlight, Maya could see a small gathering forming. <em>I wonder what's going on... </em> she thought. <em>Are they filming something?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 12:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Lance Maxwell (in passing), Jack Heath (in passing), Open.<br><br>Blue-green eyes looked from Jack to Lance.&nbsp; Their words registered, the meanings anyway, but it still wasn't entirely real.&nbsp; Death, to a teenager, was something that wasn't quite internalized yet.&nbsp; Last year, when a popular football player had been killed in a car crash, Elizabeth had gone through the motions like everyone else.&nbsp; There were tears, dramatic and hot and fed on the emotions of others.&nbsp; There were memorials to attend and candles to hold, banners her squad had made and just right black dresses to wear to the funeral - after getting checked out of school early to get ready - so as to look good at the graveside.&nbsp; It was like a prom of death, but it wasn't quite real deep inside.&nbsp; Death was something that happened to other people, not to your family and certainly not to you.<br><strong><br>"So it won't hurt?&nbsp; They'll just stay asleep, dreaming, and never wake up?"</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth wasn't asking Jack or Lance, she was just repeating what she'd been told.&nbsp; It was evident she didn't really grasp the enormity of the situation.&nbsp; She turned to Lance and gave him a quick hug, then reached over and did the same to Jack.&nbsp; <strong>"Be careful," </strong>she told both of them.&nbsp; <strong>"And... thanks."</strong><br><br>She looked one last time at both of them, then went to stand beside Michael.&nbsp; She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes, hiding their sudden betraying sheen of from the world.<br><br><strong>"Michael?&nbsp; Like, I mean, do you want to wait in my car?&nbsp; It might be safer?"</strong>&nbsp; She pointed slightly to indicate where her Volvo was parked.&nbsp; <strong>"It's ugly, but Daddy says they're really safe.&nbsp; I mean, like, if you could, like, see it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 17:08:39</strong>
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				<strong>"The fight to get the car won't be worth it,"</strong> Michael said in the same even tone, his blind gaze tracking the movement of the baseball team as they went back into the school. <strong>"Elizabeth's vehicle will do, your bike and anything older. Nothing with microchips. We <em>have</em> to wait, though. Please trust me, Jack."</strong> He paused and conceded, <strong>"Your apartment will be a good first stop."</strong><br><br>Michael's stomach was beginning to knot, from the flashes of the future that was changing so very fast and the way things were headed. He didn't want to lead them, just guide them. At the moment, if he let Jack lead they would leave too soon and if it was Billy, Michael was fairly certain they wouldn't leave the city - and then they would die. For a moment, he lost himself in that vision, but Elizabeth's quiet voice pulled him back.<br><br><strong>"No, we're safer here,"</strong> Michael answered her with a smile, <strong>"And it's perfect."</strong><em> Until the gas runs out,</em> he thought, but didn't want to scare her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 17:22:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone, Michael, Jack, Elizabeth<br><br>Billy looked at Jack and shook his head, <strong>"Only one more person will fit in my car. Its the red Porshe by the teacher's parking lot."</strong> He replied to Jack, motioning towards his parked car, then turned to Michael once more. <strong>"And I think it should be Michael."</strong> Being highly organized almost to the point of being obsessive, Billy wanted to make sure Michael was within his sight at all times. He wasn't used to following someone else's lead, so if they were going anywhere, he wanted Michael right beside him, where he would be in the loop of whatever was going to happen. There was a lot more he wanted to ask him as well. <strong>"That is, unless Michael here is saying we should walk. I'm not sure I'd recommend that."</strong><br><br>Seeing the pocket knife Jack had, Billy looked at it then back at Jack. With a smile, he gave a nod in acknowledgement. His attention then shifted towards Elizabeth, who also offered Michael a ride in her car, so he turned to Michael. <strong>"Your call, Michael."</strong> He noticed people around them were already starting to lose it. Some were leaving, and others were too scared to do anything at all. Billy wouldn't be one of those. He had to make the best of it, finding the most productive plan of action and going for it.<br><br>Michael's reply, however, changed things, since his car would definitely have a microchip. The bow, a fight, not leaving a trace, why was Michael talking as if they were going to be fugitives? It was evident, at least to Billy, that Michael was nervous about something, despite acting calm. <br><br>Billy sighed and nodded, <strong>"Very well then. I'll go get my bow."</strong> He said and left towards his car alone. He didn't feel like he needed Jack to go along with him just to retrieve his bow. He opened the trunk of his car and went about gathering his things, including the bow case. He still thought this was a little silly, but better to be safe than sorry. Michael's predictions seemed plausible, at the very least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 18:42:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Michael (Briefly), Billy, Open<br><br><br>He wasn't sure how it was the blind kid could do the things he did; Jack always considered himself a man of science more than anything else, even if he had a fondness for reading religious and philosophical texts.&nbsp; Maybe he was just some sort of savant that was good with predicting things simply through data-crunching.&nbsp; Whatever it was, though, it was strange, and while Jack had many motives for partaking in this whole thing, his curiosity is probably the strongest motivation.<br><br>He ends up trailing a few feet behind Billy. It worked out better that way, any way; if somebody tried to go after Billy, Jack could run interception. And if somebody came after the armored bad-ass, well, Billy would know shit was getting real. It was harder for them to both get bumrushed or blindsided with the distance. <br><br>As the other student went about getting his things together, Jack had already pulled on his hood, and lowered both visors; the clear plexiglass one that was impact resistant, and the inner one, which was just darkly tinted plastic, which had a similar effect to wearing polarized sun glasses. He was actively surveying their surroundings, and watching for trouble. <br><br>Already, he had seen signs of unrest amongst the student population. Not just the ones that were, understandably, freaking out, but moreso, he paid attention to the small clusters or gangs of kids that seemed to be conspiring amongst themselves. Those were the ones who would pose a threat... which the biker would not tolerate being directed towards the little hodgepodge group Michael's got going. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 19:08:21</strong>
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				As Billy and Jack walked towards the striking vehicle, they would hear glass shattering somewhere inside the school building. A girl screamed, but she had already been panicking and the sound was too much for her strained nerves. Without thinking, she just ran straight between two vehicles which held one of the departing groups of calmer students. The trailing vehicle in a convoy of five swerved out of her way and straight into the school's fire hydrant. Water gushed up into the air and over the hood of the car.<br><br>The occupants, members of the baseball team, got out cursing. One started off towards where the girl ran, but was called back by his team mate. From the other vehicles, the rest of the team emerged and grouped up as Billy reached his car. Their conversation was loud, but muffled by the sounds of water pouring in a seemingly unending stream from the busted hydrant. The driver of the now totaled vehicle was clearly irate, ignoring the blood that was steadily dripping down his face from a small cut in his forehead. Nothing his teammates said to calm him seemed to work until one pointed, in a sweeping gesture, to the rest of the cars in the parking lot. Then one pointed squarely at Billy's gorgeous, fast, sports car.<br><br>Jack would be able to see what was about to happen easily since he was watching the parking lot. Nearly all of McKinney High's baseball team was removing bats they had grabbed from the locker room and heading in their direction, fanning out as they did. Apparently they believed what Michael said and had decided against working with others for the common good. The students milling about were scattering, either hurrying back into the school or to their cars. The only sound was the water and the singular chant that continued to be mumbled near Michael and Elizabeth.<br><br><strong>"Hey, pretty boy,"</strong> the Captain, Denny Cloral shouted as they drew nearer. <strong>"Hand over the keys to your ride."</strong><br><br><strong>"Jack, this has nothing to do with you,"</strong> another, smaller member said as they got closer, recognizing what he considered the real threat. <strong>"He gives us the keys and we're done here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 19:45:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location: </strong>Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Baseball Team, Open<br><br>With a deliberate slowness, he opened his left hand, and showed off the nearly bar like piece of metal he held. He release the catch on it, and flicked it forward, expertly causing the blade to slide out, and lock into a fixed, ready to use position. He made it a point to wave the knife around, rather nonchalantly; but at no point did his grip slip. He's 'practiced' with the knife quite a bit, and knows exactly what he's doing with it.<br><br><strong>"And since when do I listen to other people when they try to tell me what is and isn't my concern?"</strong> he asked, admonishingly, of the one student who had spoken to him.&nbsp; <strong>"You think just because the world's gone a little crazy, you can throw your weight around, and get what you want? Think again. With my armor, I can walk away from a crash at seventy miles an hour, with nothing but a few rips and tears in the leather. Your bats aren't going to do jack shit against shock absorbing hard plastic and metal elements. Meanwhile, my friend, Mister Knifey, will rip open your throats <span class="bbc_u">very</span> easily. I suggest you all very <span class="bbc_u">carefully</span> consider your actions." </strong><br><br>And hey, even if he should wind up disarmed for whatever reason, they'd do well to note the knuckle guards on his gloves. They're solid metal. A punch with a glove on like that would be like getting kissed by a set of brass knuckles.&nbsp; <br><br>The thing that should really rattle their cages, though, is just how stoic he is. His confidence.&nbsp; It showed through in his stance, and his unfaltering, threateningly cold words. Of course he might be bluffing; he wouldn't be much better than them if he just started stabbing people, right? But, if they take the first swing, then fuck it, the rules go out the window.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 20:05:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Jack<br><br>As Billy closed the trunk of his car, he heard the crash and looked over to see the broken fire hydrant. The jocks were coming his way and he could tell they were eyeing his car, but there was not much he could do. There were too many of them to handle, and jocks weren't known for their reasonable thinking. He would try to dissuade them from taking his car, but if they insisted, there didn't seem to be much he could do to stop them. <br><br>Jack seemed really confident in his ability to fight them off, which made Billy feel a lot safer now that he was around. Guess he shouldn't have discounted him as fast as he did. And there was also much to say about Michael's ability now, since he predicted this would happen.<br><br><strong>"This only fits two people, it won't fit all of you."</strong> He said, knowing they would all try to compete to get to drive his expensive ride. Plus, some would be left behind, so it was the perfect opportunity to see if he could talk them into turning on each other. Some of the other students were also looking to get to their cars and leave, so time was running out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gekido</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 20:43:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://hotchocolatefinder.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/042108.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lance Maxwell<br><strong>Location</strong>:School <br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Jeans, Shirt and a black Jacket<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz moving to the library to get his friend.<br><br>He saw her leaving to help another friend of hers which made him grin, she was always like that. Taking a deep breath he turned around and started running towards the library. He was thankful that he was indeed a fast person so he saw the library pretty fast and walked in. His eyes scanned around while he took a&nbsp; look at the time, he still had some time left. Noticing her Asian friend he shook his head and tapped her shoulder, “Hey girl, wanna live? Come with me something big happened. A guy just proclaimed the end of the world would start today. I really don’t know about you but I believed him”.<br><br>He took her book gently and placed it on the table, “I do suggest you come with me, people are going nuts out there. Apparently no adults will ever wake up and they will die in just a few hours. We need to get out of here fast”. He looked at her offering his hand hoping that she would accept it. Been awhile since he heard something about the end of the world but he always researched it. However he knew what the guy was saying was clearly possible. “I won’t like to go without my best friend, however if I need to I will leave, will you stay and die or come with me and live? The decision is up to you”.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 21:23:21</strong>
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				<strong>"So you think, against all of us,"</strong> Denny scoffed at Jack's speech and then motioned to the rest of his team, <strong>"that you <em>and</em> your buddy are getting out of this alive? I only need to send two at him."</strong><br><br>Billy's spoke then and his words distracted the team, but he was severely underestimating their cohesion. All it the statement really did was distract Denny from talking, which was apparently something he was keen on doing. <strong>"Jim busted his ride, he gets it and he only had one passenger. So your ride is looking sweeter by the minute, from where I stand."</strong><br><br>As Denny tried to remember what the hell he had been about to say to Jack, the smaller baseball player who had spoken earlier, a sophomore named Colby Wyatt, tried to regain some of his lost pride at being brushed off. <strong>"We've got the reach, Jack. You think we can't disarm you, beat the hell out of your friend, and <em>then</em> take our time with that armor of yours? This can still go easy, just give us the car."</strong><br><br>This had Denny grinning, but just to be certain of the outcome, he whispered into one of his friend's ears. As the kid sped off, the baseball Captain's grin could only be described as cruel and he spoke again, <strong>"So what's it gonna be, boys? The car <em>or</em> your life, or the car <em>and</em> your lives. I'm not really partial to which at this point."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 21:42:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Baseball Team, Billy, Open<br><br><br><strong>"Billy, if you've got what you need, maybe it's better for you to get back to the others." </strong> He said without taking his eyes off of the the group he could see. Because of the tinted visor, it would be downright impossible for nay of the baseball players to know where he was looking, or if he was even really looking at all.<br><br><strong>"You think you're such a hot shit, Colby? I remember a time where you got the piss kicked out of you. And who was there to make sure your persecutor got what they deserved? But, whatever, the past is the past, right? And now here you are, a big and tall and proud man, right? So, why don't we settle things like this. Me and you, Colby. Single combat. You win, you guys get the car, and can do whatever the hell you like to me. You lose, and I <span class="bbc_u">kill</span> you, Colby. And the rest of you get the chance to move on to easier pickings." </strong><br><br><strong>"Don't tell me you're afraid, Colby. And Denny, don't tell me you'll let someone hide behind you, right? What good is a person like that to you?" </strong> He was wary, though, of where that other kid had gone off running. That didn't bode well. He would like nothing more than for Billy to step up and maybe put an arrow in the kid's leg, but somehow, he doubted the boy had the testicular fortitude for such a thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 23:07:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Jack<br><br>Jack seemed willing to fight for the car, but they were simply outnumbered, and Billy's bow was a 'take-down' bow, so he'd have to put it together to use it. So right now, he might as well be unarmed. <strong>"Well, I'm a very pragmatic person, and I want out of this discussion, so..."</strong> He slowly moved closer to Jack and gave him the keys to the car while whispering, <strong>"I got your back, just give me two minutes."</strong> He slowly backed away from the biker, <strong>"You guys decide amongst yourselves."</strong> He said and apparently left Jack on his own as he picked up his bag and moved back into the school building. By now, more people were in the parking lot, so he was moving between them to get clear of the jocks. He'd have to put his bow together faster than ever before and help Jack before they beat him up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 23:38:19</strong>
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				Colby flushed a brilliant shade of red as Jack spoke, looking both ashamed and pissed off. The words directed to Denny really seemed to set him off, but as he stepped towards his huge opponent, his Captain grabbed him by his Letterman jacket and hauled him back. Immediately, Colby backed off, not willing to do anything against what Denny wanted. The man had as much personality as talent and was the reason the baseball team had swept every game so far this season.<br><br>Laughter left his lips, directed at Jack's words, though his gaze was following Billy's retreat. <strong>"Jack, buddy, you just don't get it,"</strong> he sneered. <strong>"This isn't <em>about</em> picking on people, or whatever the fuck you're thinking. This is about helping my guys survive. <em>We</em> need that car to do so and I'm not dumb enough to let you take one of my guys alone. They're my responsibility and if you want a fight," </strong>his eyes flashed with cold fury, <strong>"<em>I'll</em> give you a fight." </strong><br><br>Billy would need two minutes to put his bow together, but the kid who had sprinted off at Denny's command didn't need any more time. Sprinting to the bed of Denny's large F350 still parked in the middle of the exit, he had opened the toolbox set against the cab and returned already with a small black box. The second it was in Denny's hands, the Captain flipped the latch removed the HK UMP45 from inside and casually took up a shooters stance, pointing the weapon at Jack. His thumb brushed and turned off the safety.<br><br><strong>"Toss me the keys, Jack,"</strong> Denny said casually as screams erupted from behind the armored biker and the cover Billy was using vanished in seconds. Even the baseball team looked nervous, but there was a pride to there gaze as well. <strong>"It's a brand new world, my friend. Might makes right and the group is all that survives. No more stalling for your buddy; move and I shoot you. Toss them, <em>now</em>."</strong><br><br><hr><br>Across the parking lot, Michael had turned whiter the longer the confrontation had gone on. He had hopped his warning that the fight for the car wouldn't be worth it would be enough, but he had never tried to share one of his visions before. More than anything, he wanted to run over and put a stop to it, but doing so would leave someone shot when Denny reacted to him as a threat. And there was Elizabeth. Leaving her left a chance that she would be hurt by what was coming next. <br><br>So he stood, waited, and prayed that the vision that was rapidly turning into an inevitability wouldn't come to pass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 23:49:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Baseball Team,&nbsp; Open<br><br><strong>"Ahh, unsportsmanlike conduct. Whatever. At least you've got good taste in guns."</strong> He jangled the keys, holding them up for all to see in his free hand. <br><br><strong>"Fine, it's yours."</strong> He lowered his hand, slowly, and threw the keys underhanded to Denny. He had no fucking clue how the kid had such a firearm, even here in Texas where they loved their guns, but this was not the time nor the place for questions. As the keys left his hands, he bolted for it; he ducked behind Billy's car, then used some of the other cars in the parking lot as cover, because their was no way in hell he was going to risk walking back to the group and his bike right out in the open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 00:42:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Jack<br><br>Billy hid behind some of the bushes and started to hastily put his bow together. He didn't know they had a gun. Otherwise, the car would quickly become not worth fighting for. As he put an arrow to the bow, Billy looked between the bushes for a clear shot, and that's when he saw the gun. <em>"Fuck.."</em> He whispered. Originally, he had intended to shoot Denny's leg. Maybe scare the others so they would scatter. But if Denny intended to use that gun, Billy would have to kill him. It was self defense, after all. Not everyone would see it that way, though, since he was hiding in the bushes and his own life wasn't at risk at the moment. If Michael was wrong, Billy would go to jail for murder. There were too many variables for him to make a calculated decision.<br><br>When Jack went for cover, that's when Billy decided to act. He might waste an arrow, but he had to save the boy's life. Carefully aiming between the bushes, he only had one shot and had to make it count. He aimed at Denny's chest, waiting for the right moment to let the arrow loose. He could feel a tickle in his brow as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. If the boy made any attempt to shoot Jack, he would get it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 03:29:10</strong>
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				Denny smirked, pleased by the Jack's words despite himself and watched the other teen take off. As soon as the armor clad biker disappeared behind the first car, the Captain was paying him zero heed except to instruct two of his teammates to watch the area. Then he tossed the keys to Jim. The two teens got into Billy's car and the rest headed towards the small, makeshift convoy blocking the exit out of the school. Not once during the short walk, though, did Denny relax his readiness with the weapon. Without a backward glance, they would be gone, roaring down the street and away from the school. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 04:05:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/Flying+Blind+-+Madelyn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Location:</strong> Auditorium; Then to the parking lot. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone.<br><br>'Five C's of survival...' She thought to herself and went over the items in her mind, straining to remember all of them. 'Number one: Cutting tool.'&nbsp; She dashed to the backstage workroom and found the crate next a stack of cardboard sheets. It was full of box cutters and she grabbed a half a dozen of them and tossed them in her bag. 'Number two... Combustion Device. Check the sound booth.' She went to the booth and opened the drawer beneath the control panel desk. It contained an ash-tray, three packs of cigarettes, and most important, a Zippo lighter and a bottle of fluid. She wasn't a smoker, but she took the cigarettes too because they might be good for a trade.&nbsp; <br><br>Number three was "Cover." Specifically protection from the elements. It might not be necessary in this case, but who knew if they'd end up out in the wilderness. She found the paint stained tarps in the back of the work room and rolled one into a tight bundle to put in her pack. She strained a little harder for the fourth C, but soon remembered it was "Containers." She'd need something in which to boil and/or store water. In the prop room she found just the thing. An aluminum metal millitary-style canteen with a strap. Next to the canteen something else caught her eye. A real hatchet. It was old and not very sharp, but it could still be useful as a weapon and tool in general so she tossed it into her bag. <br><br>There was one more C. What was it? She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply. 'C...? Cordage!' Scrambling up a ladder, she went into the light booth and pulled a neat coil of nylon rope from out of the loft.&nbsp; There was a wireless headset hanging from the top of the ladder. As she began to descend she placed her hand on it and nearly fell off as a shock shot through her arm. She thankfully regained her balance without falling and used the rope to push it off the ladder. It gave her an idea. <br><br>She took the malfunctioning device and found a tool kit. She proceeded to play with the wiring until she'd transformed it into a crude taser. If it was the end of the world, she'd need all the protection she could get. She closed the vinyl toolbox and stuffed it into her backpack as well. She had a hard time zipping the pack closed, but finally forced it shut. She looked at the clock on the wall and estimated that it had taken her around 40 minutes to get ready. She'd better be off soon. <br><br>She set the bag down next to her bicycle and took a few more minutes to test the on/off switch of the 'Taser' she'd just fashioned. It probably wouldn't be that effective, but it might be enough to scare someone off... <strong>"What the fuck am I doing?"</strong> She asked no one in particular as she questioned her sanity at making a weapon out of school property. This whole thing was crazy. Why did she trust Michael, anyway? How could he know any better than anyone else what to do? In this moment of doubt she wondered if she should just go home. <br><br>She closed her eyes and had almost made up her mind to let Michael leave without her. That's when the pain started. At first she could barely feel it, but it was there in her mind. Then the screaming started. A disembodied screaming filled the auditorium. Then she realized, she was the one screaming. The pain... it hurt so much. <br><br>The vision came to her. She saw it and felt it. A world consumed by fire. A man with dark hair and even darker eyes on a throne. An army of thousands of teenagers carving a path of violence and destruction... How could she feel this much pain and still be alive? Was this what Michael could see and feel? She knew the answer to that question was yes. Then vision cut off like someone pulling the plug on a television set. Though she had been standing before the images had struck her, she was now on the floor, breathless and trembling and aching all over. Tears streamed down her face. It was all true. Her father and brothers were as good as dead and there was nothing she could do for them. But for her, there was hope. Michael was hope. He was here to save her life. <br><br>She pulled herself to her feet and caught her reflection in the dressing room mirror. A thin trail of blood marked her cheek from her blue eye. There was no more doubt in her heart when she donned her pack and walked her bicycle across the parking lot to meet Michael and the small group gathering near him. <br><br>"Michael, I'm ready." There was more she'd wanted to say, but she still felt weak from the vision. Besides, he probably already knew most of it anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 16:27:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Jack<br><br>Finally, Billy was able to breathe once the baseball team left. This encounter had changed his whole perception of this epidemic. People were willing to kill each other, even him. He put the bow down and sat back against the wall, staring up at the sky. From now on, things had to be different, or else they would get pushed around by people like Denny and his friends. That was unacceptable. He didn't like having control taken away from him like that, and was determined not to let it happen again. <br><br>Once his heart stopped racing, Billy got off the floor, dusted himself off and went to get his bow case. Then he walked out to the parking lot to find Jack. <strong>"I had no idea they had firearms. Looks like we'll have to get ourselves some as well."</strong> He said, then motioned towards where Michael and the others were. <strong>"Come on, let's get the hell out of this place."</strong> Billy was going to follow Michael from now on. Whether he truly believed or not, didn't matter much right now. They had to survive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 17:42:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Billy, Michael,&nbsp; Madelyn,&nbsp; Open<br><br>As he ran, perhaps it was just coincidence that brought him closer to Billy. He stopped around the other boy, since he hadn't been shot, and running was now not needed. He heaved a sigh. <strong>"That went to hell pretty fast, huh? C'mon, let's get back to the others."</strong> He'd say, moving to head back towards Michael and the others. <strong>"Thanks for the cover, Billy."</strong> He'd say, after he took a moment to catch his breath.&nbsp; <br><br>As he approached the others, he reached up and pushed both visors up, and locked them into position. That way, he was still wearing his helmet, but he did them the courtesy of not hiding his face. <strong>"You know, the next time I'm going into a gun fight with a knife, you could tell me that plainly."</strong> He said to Michael, but not in any way upset with him. It was more like a light, teasing joke; a little self deprecation mixed in there, too. <br><br><strong>"hey, what happened?"</strong> He stared at Madelyn, and more specifically, the blood on her face. He pulled a small, neatly folded up handkerchief from one of the pockets of his jacket, and moved to hand it to her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 02:05:51</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>: McKinney High student parking log<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br>As the keys finally passed into Denny's hands, Michael relaxed and the color began to return to his face. The moment was brief, however, as he felt the visions pulled away, like they were water in a bucket with a hole. Unfortunately he was the bucket and would be just as useful if he lost the only sight he had. Panic momentarily set in, but it lasted for just that long - a moment. It didn't take Michael very long to realize they were being <em>pulled</em> from him and into someone else. Not long after that, he realized he could shut it off and he did, as much for his own sake as for hers. The visions would cripple a person mentally as he well knew.<br><br>Slowly, the blonde sat down, letting his breathing even out as the danger - for now - had passed. He felt, more than saw, Madelyn join them and smiled at her wanly. <strong>"I know,"</strong> he answered simply and began blindly - no pun intended - searching through his backpack for a kerchief.<br><br>Jack beat him too it, not that he minded any. The biker's words caused a flush to cover his cheeks, though he knew the words weren't meant unkindly. He just honestly felt he had failed them and the vision of them both dying, well, it hadn't left him just yet.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry, Jack," </strong>Michael said sincerely. <strong>"I'm new to this sharing thing and what I see doesn't always translate well into words until it's too late. Hopefully our own gun nut will return."</strong> <br><br>Michael's face turned towards Billy. <strong>"I'm sorry about your car, but for what it's worth we wouldn't have been able to keep it anyways. Gas....well, it won't last too long. There's still a good 80 million people left in this country and no one to get us more fuel to the pumps."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 03:29:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Jack, Michael, Elizabeth, Madelyn<br><br>Billy nodded to Jack and together they walked back to where Michael was. <strong>"So I guess, there's some validity to that ability you have, after all."</strong> He said and sat on a bench nearby, checking his bow. He saw Madelyn's eye and quirked a brow. Was that blood? Did she get into a fight too? It was...a bit unsettling to be honest. He turned his attention back to Michael, <strong>"Heh, I suppose you're right."</strong> Still, this wasn't just about the car. It was about pride. And next time he saw Denny, Billy would make sure to take more than what was taken from him.<br><br><strong>"Well, then. Were should we go now?"</strong> Billy asked their seer. <strong>"I don't imagine we'll just roam the land and live like cavemen now, is it?"</strong> The thought alone was disturbing, since he was used to more civilized living than most at this simple school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 22:03:06</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>Location:</strong> Entering Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Michael, Billy, Jack, etc.<br><br>Chris had listened closely to what Michael had said that morning at the school. She'd listened, and even as her heart tried to deny it, her mind knew he was telling the truth.<br><br>Her morning had started like everyone else's: normal. She'd woken up before dawn, showered, and then gone out to feed her horses. The ranch had been deathly silent, but that wasn't unusual at that time of the day. She'd fed her horses, then returned to the house to eat breakfast. Only her mother hadn't been in the kitchen. Her mother was ALWAYS in the kitchen fixing breakfast by then. Her father wasn't sitting on the front porch drinking his morning coffee. He ALWAYS sat on the front porch to drink his morning coffee, even if the weather was terrible. Chris had fixed herself some toast. Perhaps her father was out fixing the fences early. Perhaps her mother had decided to sleep in. Perhaps. But in 17 years, Chris had never seen a deviation to the pattern.<br><br>She'd pushed aside her misgivings and gone to school. As she drove, she saw other signs of things that weren't...normal. Other ranches dead silent, where normally there was activity. Two children waiting at a school bus stop alongside the road, for a bus that should've come half an hour ago. A big rig sitting in a cotton field, where it had run off the road, no sign that its driver had tried to slow down at all; its lights were still on, its engine running, and no emergency vehicles in sight. At the entrance to town, a homeless man laying on a bench...when normally he was up with the sun, begging for change.<br><br>So when Michael called the meeting and told the kids at the school what was going on, Chrissa knew he was telling the truth. But her heart...her heart wouldn't let her accept it. Not right away. So she'd jumped in her beat up white Ford pickup and left the school parking lot before things started heating up. Better to get out while the going was good. But she wasn't halfway home before she realized the error of her current actions. The town was silent, the streets empty. There was no traffic. The stores weren't open. On the highway, there were no semi trucks careening back and forth, carrying their cargo to the big cities. Michael had told the truth. And if he'd told the truth, then Chrissa's parents were already gone. There was nothing she could do for them. Or for the ranch hands, or the foreman. She could only take care of herself now...and whoever else was willing to work with her.<br><br>At the edge of town, she turned around and drove back to the school. As she blew through red lights, she reached over her head for the .308 bolt action rifle her daddy had given her last Christmas, sitting in the gun rack on the back window. She deftly tucked the stock of the gun between her inner thighs and held it, while with her free hand she opened the action and checked the chamber. It was unloaded. She leaned over carefully to the glovebox, and smacked it with a fist to get it to open. She pulled out the 20-round box of bullets and began loading them one at a time into the rifle's magazine. She inserted the magazine into the gun, then pushed the bolt forward, chambering a round. She set the gun on the bench seat next to her, just as she entered the school parking lot again.<br><br>When she arrived, she immediately saw Michael and the small group of students who were starting to congregate around him. It seemed perhaps she'd just missed some sort of confrontation. She pulled the truck up along the curb about twenty yards away from them, turned the engine off, and got out, bringing her rifle with her. She kept the muzzle pointed at the ground, wanting to show she didn't intend to be a threat. She walked a few paces toward Michael and the others.<br><br><strong>"Hey,"</strong> she said softly. <strong>"Everything going okay here? Those guys that just left...they looked like they were ready for trouble."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 23:27:00</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>Location:</strong> Student parking lot. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone.<br><br><strong>"Ah yah. Thanks."</strong> Madelyn accepted the handkerchief and wiped away her bloody tear. "<strong>Nahthing happened that I can rilly explain. I'm... I'm ahright nahw. Les just say I know beyahnd a shadow of a daht that if yinz wannah stay alive, youse gahtta stick with Michael. He's right abaht evahthing."</strong> Most of the time she supressed her Pittsburgh accent, but times like this when tension was high, it tended to come through. She suddenly became extremely self-conscious and it was apparent that she was trying to collect herself. <br><br>She tightened her grip on the bicycle she wheeled along beside her and stuffed the blood-stained handkerchief into her pocket. Her words were more controlled now, and the embarrassing accent was much less noticeable. <strong>"Again. Thanks for this... Jack, right? I'll replace it for you somehow."</strong> <br><br>She took a moment to survey who was around them. Billy, the class president was here. Jack... He was a bit notorious. The other girl, she recognized as a cheerleader, but didn't remember her name. She made a mental note to introduce herself when the time was right. <br><br>Not only was she relatively new at the school, but theater geeks tended to socialize with other theater geeks and not many others. Melancholy once again crept up on Madelyn as she wondered what Nina and Greg must be doing. They were pretty much the only ones she hung out with at school and neither had cars, so they weren't here. Would they be dead soon too? She really wished she had something to do. All this waiting was just going to make her dwell on things she couldn't fix. She hated things she couldn't fix. <br><br>The small but growing group was feeble now, but Maddy knew how strong people could become in a crisis. She felt that Michael had chosen her, so maybe he'd chosen everyone else here somehow as well. She moved so she was now shoulder to shoulder with Michael and looked out at the other students scrambling around. She quietly addressed him. <strong>"Thank you. For trying to save our lives. In case we forget to thank you later."</strong><br><br>The girl from the white truck was another face that she'd seen around school, but didn't really know. Maddy answered her question despite not knowing the answer for the simple fact that if she was engaged in conversation, she wouldn't have to think about the forthcoming doom. <strong>"I don't know, but I have a feeling it will be harder to find people who aren't looking for trouble now..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 01:52:26</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>Location</strong>: Home, Jog, School<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Noone, then everyone<br><br><strong> <span class="bbc_u">Morning</span> </strong><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>'BEEP!...BEEP!...BEEP!" &nbsp;</em> </span> the buzzer to the alarm clock sang its annoying song as it did every morning at 5am for the past 3 years.&nbsp; With his eyes fluttering open Tristyn swung a wild left hand towards the alarm.&nbsp; Knocking it over to the ground it shut up as he slowly puled himself up to a sitting position.&nbsp; Hazle green eyes adjusted to the room about him as he yawned.&nbsp; Truthfully he didnt need to be up at 5 in the morning, however he could hear his fathers voice in his skull <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Tristyn, you need to be up for trainning daily, never sleep in, seals dont sleep, we wait....i want you to do your pushups and crunches then ten minuets of jump rope before school every day, understood?"</span></em> Gleefuly he would reply with a salute as he went about the ruotine with some sence of pride to himself, that was until his father died.&nbsp; Now every morning seemed to labor him as he woke and stood up.&nbsp; He did the pushups and crunches as his father had told him to do years ago, but instead of jump rope he favored hitting a punching bag.&nbsp; So today like all days he mixed up a protein shake and took a light jog to school since it was only a few blocks away.<br><br><strong> <span class="bbc_u">Jog</span> </strong> <br><br>He slipped his slimmer fighting gloves on so that as he ran he could shadow box. Sticking the head phones in of his zune player as he put on the same playlist he did everyday. He looked around the 2 bedroom appartment that his mother and him lived in.&nbsp; WEll at the moment he was alone, mum was under way at sea for 6 months and last he spoke to her was via skype last week.&nbsp; Sighing he riffled through the songs on the zune as he left the appartment locking the door.&nbsp; As his feet swiftly took him towards school he smirked softly as his favorite song by Emarosa came on.&nbsp; He sang along to the music as he ran every so often he would jab at nothingness. he ignored the world about him for the most part as he always did the lyrics <br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Well nothing feels real anymore<br>&nbsp;I'm not taking my time anymore<br>&nbsp;To show you how I feel<br>&nbsp;To show you who I am<br>&nbsp;Cause it's locked away"</em></span><br>came spilling out of his lips in tune with the music. <br><br><strong> <span class="bbc_u">School</span> </strong> <br><br>He entered the school about 5:37 am as he always did, through a side enterance near the gym, A security guard he made friends with rigged the door to stay open so that Tristyn could use the gym and the punching bag prior to school opening.&nbsp; He spent 35 minuets hitting the bag, his teeth were clenched and he would scream out with underlaying anger as he swung, the bag would bounch abck and he retaliate with the same effort.&nbsp; Every strike he imagined his father there speaking to him <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"left right left! jab...jab...JAB! Uppercut!"</span></em> His dads voice echoed in his head as he stopped to take a breath, his eyes shifted up to the clock on the wall <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"SHIT!"</span> he shouted as the clock read 6:25 am, He raced for the showers going to his locker to grab spare clothing.&nbsp; Bathing he relaxed himself calming his nerves.&nbsp; Finnishing he got out dressing quickly (in the same clothing as the photo) he stretched and placed his head phones back in listening to another Jonny Craig song.&nbsp; His feet took him towards the main hallway and as he did he saw Lance turning down a hallway.&nbsp; He watched as kids ran by almost in caos as he returned to his locker putting his things away.&nbsp; Thats when he heard the screams.&nbsp; He closed his locker and raced out just to see the porche drive off. <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"whats going on?"</span></em> he tried to ask a frightened girl who just shook in the corner of the hall.&nbsp; He then saw Micheal with others about him, he raced for the small group and stopped next to them and repeated the same question <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"whats going on?"</span></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 03:19:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Survivor Group,&nbsp; Open<br><br><strong>"Don't worry too much about it, Mike.&nbsp; It worked out fine this time. Just practice, and you'll get used to it." </strong> He said, in his usual, dispassionate tone. <br><br><strong>"As far as gas is concerned, give me enough time, and I can figure out how to siphon it off. But, that's not the real problem. The fact is, give it a full year, and the gasoline will break down. It's refined and given so many additives, once they start to break down, the whole mixture stops working properly. A year, at most, I figure, before the gas goes bad. If we get a stockpile and mix it with fuel stabilizer, it might be stretched out to fifteen months, but that's in a best case scenario. Might have to make the switch to solar."</strong><br><br>As he spoke, ever wary of their vulnerable position, he caught sight of Chris. She might notice him tense up, but after only a few moments, the tension seemed to ease away. He didn't really know her, but that just meant she was more likely to be a solid person, and not a lunatic looking for an excuse to act up. The fact she carried her rifle the way she did also did wonders to put him at ease, though it made him wonder if he shouldn't try to learn if the opportunity presented itself. <strong>"Yeah, trouble. Their leader's got a sub-machine-gun, and isn't afraid to use it." </strong><br><br>Then, his attention turned to Madelyn, though some may note he doesn't seem to be giving her his full attention; he didn't give it to everyone. He was too busy surveying their surroundings. Call him paranoid, but hey, he did just have a gun pulled on him. <strong>"Yeah. I'm Jack. And don't worry about it. I've got a spare floating around my apartment, somewhere. Besides, I know how to properly clean out the stains." </strong><br><br>As Tristyn drew near, he might notice that Jack is still holding a folding knife that is locked in an open position, ready for use. The way in which he held it, was good for keeping it obscured, but as Tristyn was likely to have some familiarity with such things, or might just be in that 'sweet spot' where he could see the glint of metal, he might make note of it.<br><br>Jack, apparently deciding that in this day alone he should speak more than he has in an entire year of school, decides to answer the question he poses. "<strong>Shit hit the fan, that's what. A lot of people are comatose. Their's no law, no order, and the hooligans around here are taking advantage of it to wreak all the havoc they want. That group you probably saw, the baseball team? They were ready to beat me and Billy to death with baseball bats over his car. Then, when I made it a point to introduce them to my friend,"</strong> at this point, he showed the knife to everyone, as he closed it and stuck it back into his pocket. <strong>"Their leader decided to pull a sub-machine-gun on me. Needless to say, I beat feet." </strong><br><br>He moved slightly away from the group, and got to his motorcycle. He checked over it, and then began to push it closer to the group. He would put the stand down, and sit on it, looking around some more. He took the keys out of his pocket, and stuck them in the ignition, but kept the Dyna Wideglide off for the moment. Still, he looks like he's ready to get up and go at a moments notice. <strong>"If nobody else has an idea about it, I recommend we reconvene elsewhere. My apartment's not much, but it has enough room for us all, plus a few others... might be a bit cramped. But I've got quite a lot of things there that can help us out. Plus, it's second floor, and the stairs are narrow. Gives a good tactical advantage if anybody shows up looking for trouble." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 03:25:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><br><strong>"Mr. Golden gave a book to read last year," </strong>Elizabeth said out of the blue.&nbsp; She'd been quiet throughout the confrontation and the subsequent accretion of calmer individuals around Michael.&nbsp; It was so easy to forget she was there.&nbsp; <strong>"We were already reading <em>Lord of the Flies</em> for Ms. Marks' English class, and he said it was where a lot of the ideas for it came from."<br><br>"The baseball team are Jacks.&nbsp; Michael's Simon.&nbsp; You know, Simon predicted his own death and what would happen to Ralph."</strong>&nbsp; She turned her eyes on Billy.&nbsp; <strong>"You're Ralph.&nbsp; I don't know who Piggy is."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth frowned.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe I'm Piggy.&nbsp; I don't know.&nbsp; I'm not smart enough.&nbsp; Anyway, the book Mr. Golden gave me was about this idea of where laws come from and how people agree to them but they're not real.&nbsp; They're ideas.&nbsp; You know, like in economics when they taught us money isn't real, it's like that car, the Fiat?&nbsp; The book said that there's this social contract thing, and it's breaking down.&nbsp; People will go back to being mean really quickly.&nbsp; Like the baseball team did.&nbsp; Jacks."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 04:09:20</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>: McKinney High student parking log<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br><strong>"It's going to be rough, Billy,"</strong> Michale answered, and then fell quiet. He sat that way while they all talked, taking in Jack's words and relaxing as some guilt left him. Then he felt hope bloom again in him as Chrissa returned and Tristyn showed up. They could do this. They could survive, build their home and stop <em>him</em>. <br><br>As he listened, he thought about each member and what he knew of them so far. Not <em>knew</em>, from his sight, but what he simply learned from how they spoke and talked. The better he understood them, the better chance he'd have of shaping the branching points to go how he wanted. How the all <em>needed</em>. Jack would be their greatest strength, confident, knowledgeable and strong, but his moral compass could lead them to take risks that they didn't actually need to take. Billy was a strong leader, but he was prideful and would probably take to their hard life the worst. Elizabeth, well, she and Madelyn would be <em>his</em> greatest strength if nothing else. Though he imagined Elizabeth would be <em>everyone's</em> strength, but it would also mean she could easily end up in the most danger. Chrissa and Tristyn, along with Madelyn, would simply <em>useful</em>. They would need them as teachers Michael wasn't so sure how they would fare without.<br><br>Letting out a soft sigh, he looked to Elizabeth as she began speaking and smiled. "You're not Piggy, but you're right about the rest," he said simply, then looked to the group. <strong>"It's not time to leave, Jack, but we should get Elizabeth's car with your bike and Chrissa's truck. Billy, we're going to Jack's. He's right about the defensible position and...there are too many branches. I don't know if we'll need to be safe so it can't hurt. Tristyn, I hope you'll come with us. We need you. Let's get the logistics of the ride down. We have two vehicles and, I think, nine people."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 04:42:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Jack, Michael, Elizabeth, Madelyn, Chrissa, Tristyn<br><br>Billy looked behind him when he heard a truck coming over. The girl that got out, Chris, was a loner for what he knew, despite being very pretty. It seemed that Michael was attracting a merry band of misfits around him. Well, except for him, it seemed. They all seemed to really believe him, though, which wasn't that surprising. Billy, on the other hand, still thought this might be a controlled manifestation. Perhaps other cities, stater or countries weren't affected and they would send help for them soon. But in the event that Michael <em>was </em>right, Billy decided to stick around.<br><br>Chris had a gun, which obviously drew his attention, but she seemed intent on helping, not harassing them. <strong>"Yes, and I suspect the longer we stay here, the more attention we'll gather. But you're welcome to come with us. There aren't any rules to joining our little traveling band."</strong> He said to Tristyn with a welcoming smile. The boy was fit and they would certainly need some muscle on the group in this chaotic world they were stepping into.<br><br>Looking back at Elizabeth, who had been quiet all this time, Billy's expression was that of intrigue. The girl was very beautiful in an ethereal kind of way. Her words made little sense, but perhaps she was just shocked, which was understandable. Billy then smiled at her kindly, though offered no response to her analogy.<br><strong><br>“I suppose it makes sense now.”</strong> Billy hadn’t fully grasped the severity of how things would get, but after that stand-off with Denny and the others, he was more willing to go along with Michael’s plan. He got up and surveyed their little group, organizing the facts in his mind. <strong>“Well, Jack obviously has his own ride. Madelyn will be able to fit her bike in Chris’ truck, so they could ride together and take Tristyn. I think Michael and I can take a ride with Elizabeth.”</strong> He summarized, then looked around.<strong> “You said nine, Michael, but there’s only seven of us unless my math is off today.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 07:15:00</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>Location:</strong> High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Madelyn, Tristyn<br><br>Chris took in Jack's words with some concern. She'd known groups would start forming--well, gangs, really--but she hadn't expected they would be this organized this fast. She had hoped that this group, Michael's group, would be a bit ahead of the power curve, but it seemed maybe not. Hopefully, they'd seen the last of the baseball team and their sub-machine gun...but Chris had a sneaking hunch they'd bump into each other again. And next time might not end bloodlessly. She'd come to know a few of the players over the years...and they were all assholes. She tried to shake away the memories of not one, but two failed relationships with players...and then there was the night of that one party... She pushed the thoughts aside.<br><br>She nodded her thanks to Billy's welcome. This rag-tag band didn't look like much, but it was a start, a promise of stability, and that was something Chris desperately needed right now. A hope that somehow, not everything would come down in flaming ruin.<br><br><strong>"I can fit several people in my truck, if needed,"</strong> she said. <strong>"Don't have seatbelts in the back, but somehow, I doubt any State Troopers are gonna pull us over."</strong> She looked between Tristyn and Madelyn.<strong> "Do either of you know how to operate a bolt-action rifle? It would be helpful if one of you did. I'm a good shot, but I can't really shoot and drive at the same time, if something comes up between here and Jack's place."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 12:57:11</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>Location:</strong> Student parking lot. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Open.<br><br>Ah good. Actual planning was happening now. Madelyn always felt better if she was working towards something. <br><br>She raised a feeble hand when the girl from the truck (Billy had called her Chris?) asked if she knew how to handle the rifle. <strong>"I'm shit for aim, but my brother took me shooting a few times out at the quarry back home. At least I could scare people off."</strong> She never thought she'd have the chance to literally call 'shotgun.'<br><br><strong>"I could also drive your truck for you if you wanted to play defense, but I'm pretty much garbage with a manual transmission if that's what you've got." </strong><br><br>The new boy that had joined them was another that Madelyn had seen around but didn't know. She addressed him now. <strong>"If you're better than me with a rifle, which honestly wouldn't take much, then by all means, I'll leave it to you."</strong>&nbsp; She wondered at her willingness to leave her fate in the hands of people who were for the most part strangers, but if Michael was at ease at their presence, then it must be all right. After all, didn't she see him visibly relax when the girl in the white truck had arrived?<br><br><strong>"Oh right. I should mention that I haven't been in Texas that long, so I don't really know some of you other than passing the the halls, but I'm Madelyn. Call me Maddy."</strong> She looked particurlarly at Elizabeth, Tristyn, and Chrissa, hoping they'd at least tell her their names in turn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 14:20:21</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"> (http://fotoalbum.paulvanderlinde.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=59794)</div><br>Tristyns world spun as they spoke as if it was the end of all things.&nbsp; His head raced as thoughts came forth, this is a joke it had to be what could there be that kills adults but not kids.&nbsp; He held a bewildered look as the others spoke, he felt the urge to run from the group, that this couldn't be happening.&nbsp; However where would he go? His father was dead and his mother was on a ship somewhere in some ocean across the world.&nbsp; The thought entered his mind was his mother ok? She had to be she is on a boat right? <br><br>The question about the bolt action rifle brought him back to reality.&nbsp; This group needed him, actually for once in his life he felt needed.&nbsp; He looked to Jack first being he was the only Tristyn has spoken to before, truthfully Jack saved him once, during one of the fiascos where Michael was picked on Tristyn stood up for the blind kid.&nbsp; That ended badly when the whole gang of bullies felt the urge to bash Tristyns face in.&nbsp; With his skill Tristyn stopped two short but that was ended when the 7 others closed in on them. He feared death that day if it wasn't for Jack who saved him. He acknowledged the biker with respect <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"you definitely in for this ride?"</span></em><br><br>His attention turned to the other gals but said more so to the group <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"my name is Tristyn Phoenix and yeah I can work the bolt action, in a few months from now I I'm going to be... well I should have been a Navy Seal like my father, so I think I can use one of those.&nbsp; Only request I have is can we swing past my place? Its only a few blocks away.</em></span> he pointed in the direction of the apartments.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 14:39:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot of the School<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Survivor Group, Tristyn in specific, Open<br><br><strong>"I can have one person riding with me, if we need to, but my stipulation is that they be wearing layers or leather. If their's an accident, and I've never been in one before, but if their is, having exposed skin is going to result in a very gruesome death, as your skin gets peeled off of you by the road." </strong><br><br>He looked over to the Soon-to-be-Seal, and gave a nod of his head to the question. <strong>"I'm in for the long haul. And if anybody comes after us, they'll be out."</strong> As he said those last few words, he drew his flat hand across his neck in a silent gesture that seemed to clearly mean he was just going to straight up kill them.<br><br>Now, those who know of Jack, they do know he's violent. He gets in fights; with the bad kids in school. The assholes, the jocks, the bullies. But, it is one thing to get into fisticuffs; another entirely to kill another. Of them all, even counting himself amongst them, only Michael could truly know if Jack truly had it in him to actually take a life, and be okay with it. <br><br><strong>"I don't see why we can't swing by his place, Michael. It's along the route I was going to take us anyway."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 23:38:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Elizabeth Goetz<br>Location: Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br>Wearing: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br>Tagged:&nbsp; Open</strong><br><strong><br>"You can't bring a rifle to school!&nbsp; You're going to get in trou-&nbsp; Oh." </strong> Elizabeth actually flushed, pale cheeks showing splotchy, uneven patches of red.&nbsp; <strong>"That was dumb.&nbsp; Sorry."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>She turned partially away from the group and fished in her purse.&nbsp; Elizabeth's hand emerged with her keys and the lights on her Volvo flashed quickly as she unlocked the doors with the fob as she walked towards it.&nbsp; The back hatch came up and she dumped her backpack next to her cheer bags.&nbsp; The blue and gold bags with their big M logos looked wrong somehow in the light of the new day.&nbsp; Elizabeth reached out and traced her fingers along the M.&nbsp; Would she even need them now?&nbsp; Pom poms and megaphones and spankies wouldn't be very useful in a world that valued baseball bats and bullets.&nbsp; Twice her hand closed around the handles, ready to drag them out and dump them on the parking lot, but she couldn't bring herself to actually follow through.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth stepped back and left the hatch open in case anyone else wanted to load anything.&nbsp; After she sat down and started the car, she hid her eyes behind her sunglasses and waited on the others to climb inside.<br><br>Of course she buckled her seatbelt.&nbsp; You had to be safe while driving, Daddy always said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 02:48:36</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>: McKinney High student parking log<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br><strong>"I could be wrong,"</strong> Michael said to Billy.<strong> "There's....so many things changing right now. We need to prepare - and hope - for nine."</strong> His head turned towards Chrissa and he smiled, once more pleased that she had joined them, though he spoke to everyone assembled. <strong>"So correct me if I'm wrong, but we have Tristyn riding point with Crissa with her gun. Jack will ride next to them and Elizabeth will drive us behind. Madelyn....can't go with Jack yet, so she's with Elizabeth of the back of Crissa's truck."</strong><br><br>For now, he didn't mention everything else they would need to do. The horses, the padding for the back of the truck, the supplies. That would come tomorrow, after everyone had some time to accept what had happened. Michael also didn't mention that they were going to be cutting it close getting out of here and started listening to the parking lot since he couldn't see it. If anyone was watching, he would grow tenser as the minutes passed. Still, he had to hold out to see if they were coming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:11:56</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>Location:</strong> High School Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Madelyn, Tristyn<br><br><strong>"Yeah, that sounds about right," </strong>Chris replied to Michael. She held out her gun to Tristyn, but before she let him take it, she leaned in close. <strong>"I don't have a lot of ammo for this, so don't shoot unless you absolutely have to,"</strong> she murmured to him. <strong>"And don't shoot unless you know you can hit whatever you're shooting at. I only have 40 rounds total. I know where we can get more, but it'll have to be after we convene at Jack's place."</strong><br><br>She handed her gun to Tristyn then, and then looked to Madelyn. <strong>"My truck has a bench seat, so you could technically ride in front. But I'd rather have you in the back for two reasons. One, if Tristyn has to start shooting and reloading, he'll need the elbow room. And second, I need you to keep an eye on our tails as we're driving. That'll free me up to pay more attention to what's ahead."<br></strong><br>She looked back to Michael. <strong>"I've got room for more, if anyone else shows up. The White Rhino may not be comfy, but she can carry quite a bit."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 15:23:15</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>Location:</strong> Student parking lot. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chrissa, Open.<br><br>Maddy nodded to Chrissa. <strong>"I'm no stranger to riding in truck-beds. That's a good idea. I'll keep watch on the rear."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>Damn. There wasn't much that she knew how to do that didn't somehow remind her of her brothers and father. The part she really dreaded was being alone with her thoughts again. She walked away from the group and tossed her book bag into the bed before she lifted her bicycle into the truck bed as well. It was a sturdy 10 speed pro-style mountain bike from the days she actually lived in the mountains. It still had a sticker attached to the frame from the "100 Mile Ride" she'd done when she was 16. It had been a grueling three day bike tour of the country side with her two brothers. Sometimes it still amazed her that she'd been able to keep up. The bike had proven itself versatile then, and she knew it would continue to do so.&nbsp; At the very least it could prove useful for getting around without the sound of an engine but faster than on foot. <br><br>She turned her thoughts back to the present time again, lest she want to cry again. Madelyn rejoined the group, keeping a close eye out for anyone that came too close to the truck and her things. <strong>"I think that does it, then. Say the word, Michael, and we can move out."</strong><br><br>She leaned in close and whispered to him in reference to the vision she knew came from him. <em><strong>"It must hurt so much to see it all the time. If there's anything I can do for you, please tell me."</strong></em> She wasn't sure how she could be of use for that, but perhaps she could be some comfort to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 18:16:02</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> Highschool Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Open<br><br>What was going on? During the entire commotion the tall, dark-skinned girl had stayed quietly at the back of the group of students, listening to everything that the blind, or so she thought, student she knew passingly had spoken. It seemed simply -outrageous- at first, but... it did explain why when she woke up -no- one else was up, and even when she called out that she was leaving to catch the bus, no answer.<br><br>She did mourn for her foster parents, for a few moments once she realized what -did- happen. They were good to her, they introduced her to a stable, safe home, but all of that was gone now, and if there is one thing she -knew- how to do was survive. Perhaps it was not ironic that other families she had stayed with gave her the bits and pieces of knowledge that might help her do just that.<br><br>Dark eyes turned towards the parking lot as she begins to quickly move away from the group, trying not to outright -run- but not walking slowly either. A familiar dark Volvo came into view, along with it's familiar driver. Her brisk walk turns into a run as she makes a bee-line towards that familiar vehicle, one she had rode in often herself to get to school, to go to the mall, to go see a movie.<br><br>Her backpack jostled against her back, and the bulky blue bag she held in a single arm emblazoned with a large yellow M coming to a halt at the far side of the opened back hatch she quickly dumps her own backpack into the cargo area, setting another blue and gold bag down beside the one that was already in the trunk. Pulling one of the back doors open she quickly throws herself down into the unoccupied seat, her breathing heavy and uneven.<br><br><strong>"Elizabeth!"</strong> She calls out to her friend at the driver's seat. <strong>"Wha-what... where are we going?"</strong> She asks, she seemed to know, deep down that following her best friend was the right thing to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 19:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Vivian, Open<br><br><br><strong>"Viv!"&nbsp; </strong>Elizabeth tried to get out, but was yanked back by the seat belt.&nbsp; Her fingers scrabbled over it with desperate speed, and she flew out of the car and around to where Vivian had sat down.&nbsp; Her sunglasses fell off and she trampled them into pieces but didn't seem to notice.&nbsp; All but dragging the other girl out, Elizabeth hugged her with desperate intensity.&nbsp; Her pale skin and almost white hair were in stark contrast to Vivian's lovely color.&nbsp; Some of the worries Elizabeth had started to feel vanished.&nbsp; Vivian was her strength, her spotter.&nbsp; There was a level of trust between them that was hard for anyone who hadn't cheered to comprehend.&nbsp; It was more than just two pretty girls sharing a common interest.&nbsp; Vivian literally held Elizabeth's life in her hands over and over again.&nbsp; When Vivian and the other members of the base raised Elizabeth up to the sky, or tossed her so hard she thought she'd kiss the moon, Vivian was always there with her strong arms and unflinching dedication to catch Elizabeth.&nbsp; She trusted Vivian absolutely and had never been let down.<br><br><strong>"Oh my gosh!&nbsp; I'm so glad you're here!" </strong> She said, face still buried against Vivian's shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"It was so horrible.&nbsp; The baseball team has gone completely cray cray and were about to beat up Billy and his friend.&nbsp; Billy!&nbsp; What did he ever do except always be so nice about everything?&nbsp; And then Michael says we have to leave and there's going to be a huge explosion and people are going to get really mean."</strong>&nbsp; Slowing down a little bit, Elizabeth still held on to Vivian but stepped back enough to look Vivian in the eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Did you see any of the other girls?&nbsp; Are they okay?&nbsp; We should go get them, only Michael says we just have to go.&nbsp; Do you think we should?"</strong>&nbsp; Blue green eyes searched her friend's face, looking for answers.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 21:11:27</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>: McKinney High student parking log<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br>Michael inhaled when Madelyn leaned in to him, the words striking a deep chord within him. Without thinking about it, he removed his sunglasses, his shattered blue eyes looking into her mismatched color ones. For a moment, he searched the pathways and found a vision of her, happy and laughing with someone over coffee, but it shattered and she was the myriad horrid things that could happen to her flashed before him. <br><br>As he always did, Michael held onto the one, good scene and then took her hand. She had seen the darkness and, if she was anything like him, would need to see the way out. Not that he <em>knew </em>she would need it, he just felt she deserved the offering. Falling down the familiar paths, he found their home in California and then let he see.&nbsp; See what they were building, what they were going to succeed at, the only hope that their wold had. It was a moment and then he shut it off before the rest of what he saw could flow through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 21:46:49</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>Location:</strong> Student parking lot. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fitted heather gray hoodie hides a 'Phantom of the Opera' T-Shirt. Functional Gray Sneakers peek out beneath her dark blue jeans. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Michael, Open.<br><br>A small gasp escaped Madelyn's lips as Michael's kaleidoscope eyes pierced into her own. They were both beautiful and frightful. Somehow staring into them reminded her of the coffee shop she and her Pittsburgh friends used to frequent. She remembered how her best friend Alice always insisted on sitting at the booth next to the window so they could ogle any boys that walked by. She remembered everything about that moment even down to the pattern on their school uniforms and Alice's bruised knuckles from a run-in with Sister Mary Gertrude for being late to class that she wore like a badge of honor. It was a surprisingly happy memory to suddenly have in the midst of the end of the world. <br><br>As he continued to stare, she saw a hint of sadness that he seemed to be holding back from her, but The sunny California refuge brought a smile to the corner of her mouth. He was leading them there. In the midst of the golden scene, she felt fear upon her back. She felt Michael cut it off and she took a moment to catch her breath. <strong>"I will try to share your burden if you'll let me. Maybe... You might be able to teach me. Just... Think about it." </strong><br><br>She didn't expect an answer right now and left him to consider her offer. She scrambled into the truck and braced herself against the side of the wheel well as they began to move.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 23:23:13</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> Highschool Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Open<br><br><br>Her own long arms loop around the shorter woman, squeezing her in an embrace in return. She could not help but glance down at the broken sunglasses for a moment. Her own heads lowers slightly as she feels the other woman's face press into her shoulder. Chin resting on the top of blond woman's head. It was a relief, not just a familiar face but a trusted friend.<br><br>She tilts her own long neck to look forward, dark eyes focusing on the eyes that looked back up towards her. <strong>"I haven't seen any of the other girls..." </strong>She begins, a hand coming up to rest on the back of her friend's head and tilting it back to rest against her upper shoulder. <strong>"I... I think we do need to get out of here, soon...&nbsp; If even now there are groups trying to beat up others just because... We should get out of town at least, and if there -is- an explosion...</strong>"<br><br>She pauses for a moment, glancing around. <strong>"I haven't seen any of the others yet, I... some might come along? But I don't think we should go back into town or even stay here to much longer.</strong>" Her full lips pull into a smile as she finally steps back from the embrace, hands gripping each of the shorter woman's shoulders. <strong>"But hey, we are together at least, I'm always here to make sure you don't hit the ground."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 23:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Home, then Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Vivian, Open<br><br>The smile Elizabeth gave back, while wan, was utterly sincere.&nbsp; <strong>"Always?&nbsp; Promise?" </strong> <br><br>Vivian was right.&nbsp; She never had let Elizabeth down, not even when Elizabeth hadn't been the strongest supporter during troubled times.&nbsp; That incident with the other cheerleaders, when they'd gotten onto Vivian for some rumors.&nbsp; Strong, amazing Vivian had stood right up to them.&nbsp; Not confrontational, exactly, but strong and confident with a 'Yeah?&nbsp; So what?' attitude that Elizabeth envied.&nbsp; And where was her flier?&nbsp; Elizabeth should have been right there, standing up for her spotter who'd never let her down.&nbsp; Instead, Elizabeth had hung off to the side, sort of supporting Vivian and sort of letting things just happen.&nbsp; It still made her feel ashamed.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Vivian?" </strong> Elizabeth's hands came up and grasped Vivian's wrists, then slid them off her shoulders so the two ended up holding hands.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm glad you're here.&nbsp; I'm going to need you, a lot.&nbsp; I don't even know half these people and some of them scare me.&nbsp; I mean, that girl brought a gun.&nbsp; A gun!&nbsp; I know we're in Texas and everyone has a gun, but still.&nbsp; She brought a gun to school.&nbsp; And Michael, he scares me too.&nbsp; Jack and his knife, that theater girl, even Billy a little bit.&nbsp; I mean, I think he was going to shoot that guy.&nbsp; With his arrow, like something out of Hunger Games."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth's hands squeezed hard, harder than most people would think given her small size.&nbsp; Cheerleaders and tumblers had to have strong hands and wrists or else they ended up hurt.<br><strong><br>"You're the only one I know.&nbsp; The only one I trust.&nbsp; I..."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth sighed, squeezed Vivian's hands again then let go of them. <br><strong><br>"Oh shoot, my glasses,"</strong> she said, awkwardly changing the subject.&nbsp; Elizabeth toed the broken pieces and shook her head.&nbsp; <strong>"They were brand new too."</strong><br><br>A first world problem in a third world situation.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 00:44:46</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> Highschool Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Open<br><br><br>She could not help but laugh at the last concern her friend had brought up. <strong>"Well, I'll tell you what, the first pair we come across, we'll get them for you to replace those."</strong> It was a moment of levity in what was a rather tense situation. Not knowing any of the others was not something Elizabeth was alone in, of the group she did not know a single person, except perhaps one or two in passing.<br><br><strong>"I... do not know anyone here."</strong> She finally states. <strong>"Well except for -you- of course. I..."</strong> She glances down for a moment before turning her dark brown eyes back towards the blond woman she was speaking to. <strong>"For now, we stick together, get out of here, get somewhere safe where there aren't any other people and from there... well... we'll go from there."</strong><br><br>Her full lips pull into a small smile once again. <strong>"C'mon... let's get in the car I'll ride shotgun."</strong> With that she moves around to the other side of the car, resting her hands on the roof.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:14:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Michael, Elizabeth, Vivian, Madelyn<br><br>Blinking, Billy wondered what the long stare between Michael and Madelyn meant. Clearly Michael was blind, but the two of them seemed to be sharing a thought. Billy felt like he was witnessing an intimate moment, so he looked away as he waited for his ride to arrive. Everyone seemed to know where they were going, so they didn't need him to organize them for the time being. <br><br>Looking out towards the parking lot, he saw Elizabeth picking up a fellow cheerleader, Vivian was her name. From where he stood, he saw the friendly hug between the two. An observant person might see a hint of envy in Billy's eyes. He didn't have that kind of close bond with anyone, though that was mostly his own doing. He usually kept his true feelings hidden from others, so there was an invisible shield around himself that let people get only close enough before getting uncomfortable. Of course, the only other person close by was Michael, who was waiting with him to get a ride, and he was blind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:23:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Home, then Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Vivian, Billy, Michael; all as desired.&nbsp; Otherwise, continue in Convoy thread.<br><strong><br>"As long as we have each other,"</strong> she said, <strong>"we'll be okay."</strong>&nbsp; It wasn't clear if she was trying to reassure Vivian or herself.&nbsp; Elizabeth picked up her broken glasses and put them in the little plastic trash bag she had hanging off the transmission lever in between the front seats.&nbsp; It might be the apocalypse, but she didn't litter.&nbsp; Besides, someone might cut themselves on the pieces.&nbsp; <br><br>After once again buckling in, Elizabeth waited until everyone was finally in the car, then put it in Drive and lurched away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 01:26:08</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>: McKinney High student parking log<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br>As Madelyn expected, Michael didn't answer. It would have been nice to just agree and pass the visions over to her, even just some of the time, but he couldn't do that to her. If he could, he wouldn't do it to himself. Pushing the sunglasses back over his eyes, Michael let out a soft sigh. Maybe there was a way she could help that he hadn't thought of. It wouldn't hurt to keep it in mind, right?<br><br>Bringing his mind back to task, the blonde started as he saw the diverging path right in front of them. Quickly, he stepped up to Billy and lightly placed his hand on the brunette's shoulder. <strong>"Billy, would you do me a favor? I'm not sure Vivian there is convinced to come with us and if she leaves, I believe Elizabeth will go to. She's heard from me; maybe you can make a difference."</strong> He looked over as the blonde got into the vehicle. <strong>"Now would be best."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:17:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Parking lot / Elizabeth's car<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Michael, Elizabeth, Vivian<br><br>Billy turned to Michael and quirked a brow at his request, but nodded anyway, <strong>"I can do that."</strong> He replied, deciding to trust Michael's judgement for now. Waving at Elizabeth, he waited till she stopped the car before opening the door for Michael. <strong>"Here, let me help you."</strong> Holding the door open, Billy waited until Michael got in, then took a seat next to him. The fact that the girl did wait was a good sign, but he decided to say something just in case. <br><br><strong>"Morning, Vivian."</strong> Billy said with a smile, then looked at Elizabeth. <strong>"The guys are going to stop by Tristyn's place before heading over to Jack's. I assume we're taking the same route, right?"</strong> He said, then looked at Vivian, <strong>"Its better if we stick with the group. Much safer that way, for everyone."</strong> He didn't want a repeat of what happened with Denny. It would be a shame for someone as beautiful as Elizabeth to end up in their company. Those pigs might do awful things to the girls since they knew there was no law to hold them accountable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 03:28:21</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> Highschool Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Billy, Michael, Open<br><br>Dark eyes shifted towards the pair sitting in the back seat for a moment. She did not know either one of them all that well. She purses her dark lips for a moment as the one known as 'Billy' spoke. After several moments she nods her head.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, it is best to stick together, right now. The words 'explosion' and the fact that some of the more... violet personalities are already starting to band together is enough of a reason to get the hell out of here. Though has anyone given any thought about stopping for supplies? Food, water... tents... survival tools?"</strong> She asks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 20:36:18</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.demeterclarc.com/wp-content/uploads/images/2012/06/APARTMENT-EXPOSED-BRICK.jpg)</div><br>The three vehicles would be lead by Tristyn south to where his apartment was located about twenty minutes away. The ride there would be easy, despite Elizabeth's driving, because there were so few vehicles on the road. So far, the reality of the new world hadn't set in for most survivors and they had remained or returned home. The few cars there usually belonged to Colin County College students returning home after their teachers didn't show up. Shops that were usually bustling, like Starbucks and Walmart, were empty, deserted parking lots uncharacteristically stark in front of the many retail stores. <br><br>Located above one of the many shopping centers, the apartment building was upscale, but because all the adults were asleep, there was no security guard in the lobby. Unlike the school parking lot, this was also full to the brim and parking for the three vehicles would be tricky, downright impossible if they wanted to stay together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 23:18:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one, Open<br><br>Well, parking for Jack was not particularly a problem, it seemed. He slowed down as he drove right up and onto the side walk, and brought the bike to a complete stop. Shutting it off, he kicked down the stand, and got up, carefully leaning it into a resting position as he did so. <br><br>He reached a gloved hand down into the pocket where he kept his folding knife, and withdrew it.&nbsp; He keeps it folded up, for now, and held in the palm of his left hand, hand wrapped into a fist around, obscuring its presence, but giving the idea that he's likely holding onto something.<br><br>After surveying the surroundings, and seeing that things seemed relatively calm--for now-- he turned his attention to the other vehicles in the Convoy, and watched to see where they ended up parking.&nbsp; It wouldn't pay for him to go wandering off without the others, so for now, he patiently waited, close by to the entrance of the building; although he did briefly consider going over to the Starbuck's and just helping himself to coffee beans and other things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 23:53:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: One of Jack's shirt<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one, Open<br><br>Elena had spent all evening cleaning up her father and getting him into bed and then finishing up one of the jobs he had been neglecting. Granted that was easier said then done with him arguing the whole time. And her snapping at him didn't help matters. It only served to piss him off as it always did. And it ended with her having a fresh black eye. But despite that she had spent most of the night finishing reassembling an engine for him. Truth be told if it weren't for her the shop would have closed and been lost years ago. <br><br>By the time morning came around she was done and tired of the crap she kept having to deal with. She needed a few days to recharge, and Elena knew just where to do that. Packing her duffel bag, throwing on her biking armor as Jack wouldn't have it any other way. The padded suit fit her like a glove, but protected her from any wrecks she might have. Elena remembered the day he had given it to her. She had said it was to much, but he insisted on protecting her. Even if it was just a suit she wore while riding her motorcycle.&nbsp; Her own thoughts to clouded to notice the streets weren't as busy as they normally were in the morning. But it was still early morning so it wasn't to strange to have fewer people on the streets. <br><br>With a short ride Elena parked in Jack's parking lot and headed to his apartment. Using the key he had given her she walked in and closed the door behind her. Jack would already be off to school, no doubt he'd be calling once he got a break and asking where she was. He wouldn't be happy she wasn't there, specially when he found out why. Maybe it was time she finally just listened to him and stayed away from her father. With a groan she put her helmet down next to her bag and walked to the bathroom. A long shower would do wonders for her at the moment. The warm water running along her bare skin felt amazing. Taking her time washing away the grease and the memories of the night before. It was a wonder how a long shower and just being where she was made things better. <br><br>Once she was done Elena didn't bother really getting dressed and stole one of Jack's shirts. He was certainly used to it, and he never seemed to mind how they looked on her. She'd tease him about how much better it looked on her. Granted that normally ended with her out of said shirt. Elena debated getting some food, but she was exhausted and chose sleep instead. Grabbing up her cellphone she text Jack. <strong>"Hey Hun, crashing your place it was a long night.''</strong> She kept the text simple and headed to his bed. Without hesitating Elena curled up under his warm familiar covers and let her eyes close and sleep take hold. Completely unaware of what was happening in the world around her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 19:13:04</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>Location:</strong> Entering Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Following Tristyn's directions to his apartment, Chrissa guided her truck--and the rest of the convoy--through the eerily silent town. Almost no one was on the streets, and those few people she did see were some distance away, and ducked out of sight quickly. No one was in the mood for a confrontation yet, it seemed. Small mercy. She could only imagine what it would be like once people started running out of food and water. Everywhere there were growing signs of desolation. A bit more trash on the street than usual, fluttering to and fro on the wind. A dog left chained in the front lawn of a house, sniffing at his empty water bowl. The playground at the elementary school, devoid of life where usually it was full of yelling kids at this hour.<br><br>She was relieved when they finally arrived at Tristyn's apartment. It allowed her to focus on something else. She could see immediately she wasn't going to be able to get her truck into a proper parking spot. Even the few spots that were open were labelled "COMPACT", and there was no way the White Rhino would fit. So instead, she pulled her truck halfway onto the sidewalk in front of the building and called it good.<br><br><strong>"I'll take the gun and keep watch for now,"</strong> she told Tristyn. <strong>"Whatever you get from your place, you can throw it in the back of the truck for now."</strong> She got out and came around the front of the truck, meeting him on the passenger side. She leaned in close, lowering her voice a bit. <strong>"I don't need to tell you that we need to make this quick. We're in the open here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 23:19:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Home, then Parking Lot of McKinney HS (Go Lions!)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Vivian, Billy, Michael; all as desired.&nbsp; Otherwise, continue in Convoy thread.<br><br><br>After Vivian ran down her list, Elizabth's voice came through the open car door. <br><br><strong>"Tampax and Midol,"</strong> she added her priorities to the survival items. <strong>"And Takis."</strong><br><br>Elizabth had been told to follow Jack, so she did. The Volvo lurched to the right, then there was the sound of something scraping underneath as the skid plate over the oil pan made bright streaks on the curb.&nbsp; She came to a stop, half on and half off the sidewalk. <br><br><strong>"Oopsie,"</strong> she said and looked a little sheepishly around the car's interior. <strong>"Well, y'all said to follow him."</strong> She undid her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 00:59:39</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> Out of control Volvo!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Billy, Michael, Open<br><br>She could not help but grimace a single hand shooting out to grip the dashboard as the car came to a rather inelegant stop. She turns her dark brown eyes towards the blonde woman seated next to her. <strong>"Uhm, Liz? Mind if I drive next time?"</strong> She asks.<br><br>Shaking her head slightly and pushing the wavy locks of dark hair from her face once again. Nodding as she listens to Elizabeth's additions. <strong>"Medical supplies, good idea. Antibiotics will be... very much in demand, along with painkillers. If there is a nearby pharmacy maybe we can... get some things we might need?" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:24:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Michael, Elizabeth, Vivian<br><br>Billy tried not to let his cringe show when Elizabeth mentioned the tampons. No guy wants to hear that, although it was something the girls had to take into account in this new world. His trail of thought was broken by the way Elizabeth parked the car. Billy nearly jumped in his seat. <strong>"Well, that was quite a ride."</strong> He said and got out of the car. <strong>"Michael, let me help you out."</strong> He said and pulled Michael by the hand to get out of the car.<br><br><strong>"Vivian is right, the pharmacy should be on the list of places to go."</strong> Billy said, making a mental note to remind the others when they got here as well. He got his bow and made sure it was ready, just in case those jocks showed up again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:34:51</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>Location</strong>: Home, Jog, School<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others<br><br><br>He slipped out of the truck looking at the others in the small group convoy they had <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"i have food and other things if others would like to rumage as well.....and..."</span></em> The thought just clicked like someone turned a light switch on in his head <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"My father belonged to a gun range...where i met a friend i guess you can call us....well she lives on the edge of town, she'd come with us... if shes even there, if not, her family are... were gun finatics, they're bound to have a multitude of weapons there... just a thought..."</span></em> He turned away from the group towards the garage door of the townhouse like building, typing in the code the garage door rose to let him into the house.&nbsp; As the doors rose, the others could see inside.&nbsp; Closer towards the door was an older 70s harley that Jake would appriciate, but to the right was the real beauty, an old 1973 Pontiac Trans Am sat nicely polished looking like it was just bought minuets ago.&nbsp; The hood was up and some random bolts and wires were laying on the floor near by.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.musclecardrive.com/images/specs_pics/1973-firebird.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:09:29</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>Location:</strong> Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Madelyn's lip curled ever so slightly in anger as she saw how carelessly Elizabeth was driving, especially given that Michael was in the car. He looked pale and somewhat shaken, and Maddy had half a mind to tell her off, but she thought better of it though since the tension was already so high. Nonetheless, Madelyn would give a sharp glare to Elizabeth if she caught her eye. She was sure the girl hadn't intended any harm though, so she afforded some measure of forgiveness.&nbsp; It could easily be nerves that made her so erratic. <br><br>Tristyn mentioned food, and Madelyn perked up at the prospect of something to do. She hopped out of the truck and followed him into the garage. She began to make requests one after another, in contrast to the near silence she'd employed up until now. <strong>"I need something to put that food in. We should definitely take any canned and dry food you've got, and let's find some jugs or bottles to put water into. Also, if you've got any bleach, we should take that along too. My brother showed me you can purify water with just a few drops in a gallon. Blankets will be useful as well, not only to keep us warm, but you can use them to bundle up supplies. One more thing. Batteries, any batteries you've got in the place. Candles and flashlights too. I can't imagine the power will be on too much longer if it even works now..." </strong> She stopped to catch her breath. She was certainly a planner, and she tended to get a one-track mind about whatever was her current objective. Right now that was the survival and comfort of their little group.<br><br>A wave of resentment briefly washed over her. She wished she could stop at home as well, but all she wanted to do was say goodbye. It wasn't a particularly functional reason and therefore, she was loathe to suggest it. She had to simply do what was needed right now. Once she'd collected what she was able to, she would go and ask Michael if he was alright and if there was anything he needed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:42:51</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>: Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br><br><strong>"Tristyn will know if there's a nearby pharmacy, but it can wait for now,"</strong> Michael said, letting Billy pull him from the car and then letting him support the blind man's weight. If he didn't have to think about moving, it was easier to protect himself from the visions. <strong>"The truck, I mean the U-Haul is a good idea if someone can drive it." </strong><br><br>As they passed by Vivian, he'd lean in and mutter to her, <strong>"Thanks for not getting us killed."</strong><br><br>Moving with Billy, Michael vaguely points to a bench near the entrance to the lobby, <strong>"Can I sit there please?"</strong> When Madelyn comes over, he smiles at her warmly, and nods. <strong>"I'm fine. Billy,"</strong> he turns his face towards the archer, a smile tugging at his lips, <strong>"is neither willing to let harm come to me or far enough away from him to do something suspicious. I'm perfectly safe in his hands,"</strong> Michael pauses and his face turns serious as he looks back at Madelyn, <strong>"So long as Elizabeth stops driving."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 21:03:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena, Elizabeth (mentioned), Tristyn, Open<br><br>He wasn't sure who in the hell it was that was driving that other car, the one that winds up half on the side walk, and likely damaged, but it scared the hell out of him.&nbsp; If the riders weren't likely half scared themselves, they might actually catch the biker jumping a bit.<br><br>As they get out and regroup, he remains by the door, absently fiddling with his phone. He was sending a text message to his beloved. <em>Lots of shit has been going on today. Poke around online; doubt the news will be doing much, but you can check that, too. I'll be coming back with a bunch of friends, in a bit. Just wanted to give you a heads up.</em><br><br>After the message was sent off, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, making sure it was on vibrate only first. He then moved over to where the group was, and took a few moments to admire the rather beautiful Harley. Almost as nice as his own ride. He makes a mental note, a reminder to himself, if something happens to his ride and they're still in this neck of the woods, he might just have to acquire this one.<br><br><strong>"So, Tristyn, can we expect any trouble in here? Or will most people just be out?" </strong><br><br><strong>"And Madelyn's got a good point, about what we should get. But, also, if you've got meat in the house, we can take that with; I know how to jerk it, properly, so we can make travel rations out of that, if I&nbsp; have the time. Even if not, I can cook it all up for us back at my place."</strong><br><br><strong>"The power should stay on for about a week, assuming the grid itself stays undamaged. If somebody goes knocking out a pole or damaging the transformers or anything like that, then we can expect lights out. More importantly, though, in as little as a few days, sewage pumps may start failing... which means that tap water and lakes and the like will start becoming contaminated. That means after tomorrow, we should avoid all non-purified water sources. I'm pretty sure none of us want to get cholera, diphtheria or any other nastiness."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 21:36:58</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>Location:</strong> Entering Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Tristyn<br><br>Chrissa listened intently as Tristyn mentioned his friends who probably had a lot of guns. <strong>"That's a good idea,"</strong> she said, <strong>"but we should get to the actual gun stores first. Those are most visible, and their supplies will be depleted quickly. If we can get what we can from the stores, then we can go to your friends' later. Their stuff won't be as visible, and probably not as quickly taken."</strong> That was about all the wisdom she had to offer at this point.<br><br>She was no expert on survival, but a lot of what Madelyn said they needed to gather made sense. Chrissa just kept her mouth shut. As long as others were providing helpful feedback, there was no point for her to add her voice to the clamor as well. She'd only speak up if someone missed something, and it was necessary. <strong>"I'll keep watch out here,"</strong> she said again. <strong>"If someone else is willing to stay with me, the rest can gather the supplies and make a quick job of it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 23:21:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Apartment Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, sunglasses on her forehead.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; No one<br><br>Two different colored eyes threw a glare her direction.&nbsp; Even more disconcerting than the look was the fact the eyes belonged to the same face.&nbsp; One was dark brown, the other blue, and both were pissed off at her.&nbsp; What had she done?&nbsp; Elizabeth looked away from Madelyn's glare, the sudden tension in her shoulders a signal of the cheerleader's discomfort.&nbsp; When she had enough courage to look back, Madelyn was talking to Michael and he was smiling like they were about to start caking.&nbsp; Worse, he was talking bad about her driving.&nbsp; Elizabeth flushed and stepped away quickly, turning her back on the group.<br><br>If Michael could see the future, like he said, then why did he choose to ride with her?&nbsp; Unless he saw how bad she was and just wanted to make fun of her so he could play her off against Madelyn.&nbsp; Yeah, that was it.&nbsp; He'd look all cool for digging on the cheerleader, always a popular target, and then cake Madelyn so hard she'd tun diabetic and they'd hook up.&nbsp; And hadn't he stopped to say something secret like to Viv?&nbsp; Probably he was talking trash to her too.&nbsp; What a jerk to use her best friend against her.&nbsp; Well, to heck with him!&nbsp; And if Vivian agreed, to heck with her too!<br><br>Aware her anger and stress were about to make her start crying, and totally not willing to do so in front of anyone, Elizabeth grabbed her purse.&nbsp; She tossed the keys vaguely towards Michael, not caring if they hit him or not, then headed towards the apartment office just on the other side of the parking lot.&nbsp; As she walked, the tears started to well up and threatened to spill like little traitors from her eyes.&nbsp; Elizabeth scrubbed hard at them with the back of her hand and picked up her pace.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 23:35:53</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> 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 00:23:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Michael, Elizabeth, Vivian, Chris<br><br>Billy helped Michael go towards the bench so he could sit on it. He kept the bow close at hand, just in case something happened. He smiled down at the blind student, <strong>"My pleasure."</strong> He replied with a chuckle in response to his comment. Apparently he was now the appointed bodyguard. Not that it bothered him. At least he was doing something. His attention was grabbed by the sound of keys dropping on the floor. Elizabeth seemed to get upset over what Michael said. She was probably the sensitive type. Vivian seemed to take charge and went after her. She was her best friend after all. She would know how to best calm her down.<br><br><strong>"The situation seems grim all around."</strong> Billy said, then nodded to Chris, <strong>"I'll keep watch with you."</strong> He said, motioning with his bow. They were the ones with long range weapons, so they would be the most adequate to defend while the others search for supplies. <strong>"Michael, stay here with us. You'll be safer."</strong> Despite the boy's ability, he <em>was </em>still a blind person. It would be bad if he got lost somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 00:28:25</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>Location</strong>: Heading into home<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others, Open<br><br>His hazel eyes fluttered about watching the others stand gaurd about the area, noticing Elizabeth walk off and billy taking the gun he once held.&nbsp; Thoughts raced through him as he walked slowly through the garage towards the entry door to his place.&nbsp; He looked at Jake admiring the bike <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Thats my dads...nice aint it"</em></span> he said softly as he turned the door entering the building.&nbsp; What had brought him here? What was going on with this damn world? he shook the thoughts from him <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Hey guys, i have a good amount of supplies, so i need hands if they can be spared!"</em></span> he shouted back to anyone who heard or even cared enough.<br><br>He didnt wait for a responce but set out about the house to gather what he could. His first stop was a small closet in the living room that had 3 tightly wound up military grade sleeping bags, snatching them he tossed them into the livingroom.&nbsp; Next he searched the medicine cabinet pulling bottle after bottle of meds tossing them in the pile of sleeping bags.&nbsp; Finally he went racing up the stairs to the bedrooms turning left into his room he searched about in a closet finding the canvas green bag that read Phoenix in bold print on it.&nbsp; It was his fathers, which he recieved from boot camp, soon enough Tristyn would have had his own if only.&nbsp; He stuffed it full with a few shirts and pants of his own.&nbsp; <br><br>He was about to turn back to head down stairs when he realized his father owned a taurus magnum, a heavy duty ass kicker of a gun. He picked up a small bowie knife he attached to his leg and walked off towards his parents room. His eyes glanced about and rested on a photo of his parents and him when he was a child.&nbsp; He somewhat froze as if held there by some unscene force.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Edrick</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 04:33:58</strong>
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				(http://thegodmafia.com/Merch/LS/images/LS_Guy_thmb.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dean Rundstedt<br><strong>Location</strong>: Next Block from Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: see pic<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: <br><br>Dean was following them from a distance, always a turn behind them so he could see which way they went but they would have less of a chance to see him following.&nbsp; He places a cigarette between his lips before taking out a lighter, flipping it open and lighting it before he places it to the tip of the cigarette.&nbsp; Taking a draw from it as he watches the small group of kids drive down the road, talking to himself as he follows "...must be something they know".&nbsp; He had seen all the kids leaving and going their own way after the strange way no adults showed up, but this group seemed to be up to something and going in a group all together.&nbsp; At least he could find something out, at most maybe make a few dollars from knowing and taking advantage of that info.<br><br>Noticing the group stopping at an Apartment, he pulls over a block away but still in sight.&nbsp; Taking some binoculars from his glove box, and watching the group.&nbsp; He notices one of them seems to be hurt or something, since he needed to be helped out of the car.&nbsp; But nothing else really out of the normal, and he was starting to think he was wasting his time.&nbsp; But it was clear there were no adults around and that just was not normal, ignorance was bad for business and he'd stick with this group to see what they were up too.&nbsp; Though that doubt changed quickly as he notices one guy take out a bow and look around like some guard, that was just ...interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 12:55:52</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>Location:</strong> Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Satisfied that Michael was in good hands, Madelyn finished loading the food she'd basically looted from the apartment and examined what she'd gotten. It looked like lot, but she knew it wouldn't go far given the size of their group. At least it was a start. A few cans of beans, some soup, and a bag of rice were among the highlights. The rice particularly. She'd found a few packages of frozen ground beef too and steaks - They'd have to cook that soon. Jack's idea sounded great. They could jerk the steak to make it last longer. She'd grabbed the salt and pepper in the apartment. It might make some of the bland food she was sure they'd be living on more palatable.<br><br>Tristyn was still inside, but she didn't want to spend any more time inside. Just the thought of breathing the same air as those who were inevitably dying in the apartment building... it made her feel a bit ill. She never liked hospitals for this reason. She wandered back over to the bench where Michael sat and took a deep breath addressing all those in earshot. She was more than ready to be moving on now. <strong>"I hope he's not too much longer in there..." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 16:48:12</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>: Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Group at Tristyn's<br><br><br>&nbsp;Michael was startled as the keys hit his hip and fell to the floor with a jingle, turning in Elizabeth's direction with an expression of shock. Partially, he was surprised she was upset, but he was mostly surprised he hadn't seen the blow coming. In an effort to protect himself, he had pulled so far from the visions something he should have seen, escaped him. Of course, he still wasn't quite sure what had happened. Not having much more than a very sarcastic humor and not having learned enough social skills to curb his words, Michael had to resort to searching with his Gift to figure out what had happened.<br><br>Wincing, Michael murmured to Billy, <strong>"I think I did that."</strong> As much as he wanted to, he couldn't go after Elizabeth and apologize. She had shown him he needed, despite his fear and weakness, to <em>look</em> and see what they needed to do. Leaning on the others in the group to get him through this mess would be too easy, avoiding the pain was too easy. Michael had come here because they were strong, now he had to learn from that. When - if-Elizabeth and Vivian returned, he would apologize. Right now, what he needed to do was watch the webs.<br><br>Shutting his eyes, he first looked to see if they were safe here and they appeared to be, mostly. Briefly, his head swiveled in Dean's direction far down the street, then back to where the others were unloading supplies from Tristyn's house. More choices threatened to sweep him towards the blackness, but he forced himself to turn away and search the corner of light that he - no, <em>they</em> - had created and expanded. More bloody tears tracked their way down his cheeks, but he kept looking.<br><br><strong>"We need to do what Vivian suggested and find a truck or a bus or an RV and supplies, lots of them,"</strong> Michael said suddenly to Billy, having been quiet for some time. He didn't know if anyone else was nearby, but was confident that the former class president would at the least hear him. If he got side tracked, or stuck, someone would know what he saw. <strong>"We can't stay in Dallas longer than tonight at Jack's, but we need to stay the night and get supplies."</strong> Lightly he licked his dried lips. <strong>"The people who go for supplies need to go back north, to Cabela's. There's someone there we need and who needs us and the store will have everything, <em>everything</em> we need. Then...if there's time, we can get Tristyn's friend and...maybe...someone else."</strong><br><br>Wincing again, Michael opened his eyes and brought a hand to his face, then sighed at the dampness he found there, <strong>"But right now I just need a paper towel."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 17:55:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside/inside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tristyn, Michael, Open<br><br>When they got inside, people seemed to more or less split up and go off as if they all knew what it was they were doing.For his part, Jack went back to get the large bags off of the sissy bar that was on his motorcycle, as they could store a fair amount of supplies in them. <br><br>When they get up into Tristyn's place, he ends up stuffing all the goods from the medicine cabinet that Tristyn brought out into the bag. He also went to the kitchen, and took any aluminum foil, ziploc bags, trash bags, and other things like that. He had a good idea of ways these things could be useful, even if it wasn't readily apparent. Also paper towels and napkins and the like. <br><br><strong>"Take the photo. You might not get another chance to, and might regret not having it. If you don't want it later on, you can always ditch it."</strong> He would offer to Tristyn, when he saw what had the man transfixed. But then, just like that, he headed back down.<br><br>As he went along, he noticed Michael looking fairly gloomy, and two members of the group seemingly vanished. He sees the tears on Michael's face, and withdraws one of the napkins he had acquired previously, and places it right into his hand without so much as a word about it. Instead, he asks. <strong>"Did we lose the cheerleaders?"</strong><br><br>As it was within his hearing range, he then proceeded back to his motorcycle, where he secured the bag to the bike once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 19:59:07</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>Location:</strong> Entering Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Billy<br><br>Chrissa was doing her best to pay complete attention to their surroundings, but it was harder than she'd thought it would be. Her eyes followed the cheerleaders as they wandered away--one of them, Elizabeth, looked like she was upset over something (who could blame the girl, what with everything that was going on). But more than that, now that she wasn't doing anything that demanded her immediate attention, Chris found her thoughts starting to wander. More than anything right now, she felt regret. This morning, she had just walked away from her ranch, not realizing it would probably be the last time she ever saw it. Her parents, her horse, the tree she liked to climb up into to do her homework...they were all just memories now, when a few hours ago, they'd been a firm, certain reality.<br><br>She felt tears threatening to well up in her eyes, and she sniffed softly, quickly wiping her sleeve over her eyes and forcing her attention away from those thoughts. She'd be damned if she was the first one to break down and lose it. As she made herself look at their surroundings again, she stiffened.<br><br>A car was parked along the curb nearly a block away. It hadn't been there before. She knew, because she had driven right by that spot. She gave it another cursory glance, trying to act like she wasn't staring. It was hard to tell from this distance, but it looked like someone might still be inside it. <strong>"Hey,"</strong> she murmured to <strong>Billy.</strong> <strong>"I think we've got someone a little interested in us. Don't stare at it, but that car down there, it wasn't there when we drove past. I don't think anyone got out of it either, or we would've heard the car door closing."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 20:18:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Apartment Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead</del>.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Vivian<br><br>It wasn't the first time Vivian had come after an emotional Elizabeth.&nbsp; Elizabeth wore her heart on her sleeve, and her sense of 'Elizabeth is a good girl' was completely dependent on what others thought of her.&nbsp; It wasn't narcissism, but rather a lack of confidence and self-esteem.&nbsp; If people were happy, Elizabeth was happy.&nbsp; If they were upset or mad, it was because of something Elizabeth had done, or hadn't done, or hadn't done well enough and so she felt bad too.&nbsp; It was fortunate she'd never really dated, because any boyfriend who'd realized it could have been the most abusive asshole ever and she'd have put up with it.&nbsp; <br><br>A roll of Elizabeth's shoulder was a half-hearted attempt to shake Vivian's arm off, but it didn't move and Elizabeth really didn't want it to.&nbsp; Nor did Vivian allow it, simply increasing the pressure and pulling Elizabeth in tighter.&nbsp; She leaned her head against Vivian's shoulder but kept walking.&nbsp; Now the tears were rolling but she didn't sniffle or whine.&nbsp; They were just the symptom of stress and disappointing others.&nbsp; If only she was a better driver.&nbsp; And prettier.&nbsp; And smarter.<br><strong><br>"I have to pee,"</strong> she told Vivian, <strong>"and wash my face."</strong>&nbsp; She hoped her mascara hadn't run and gotten on Vivian's pretty white shirt.<br><br>Elizabeth's destination proved to be the office of the apartment complex.&nbsp; Cheerful signs with balloons tied to them advertised immediate vacancies and first month free of rent specials.&nbsp; At the edge of the sidewalk, Elizabeth shook loose from Vivian and bent to pry one of the edging stones out of the ground.&nbsp; It was a dull red, coarse to the touch, and the bottom was dirty and damp.&nbsp; Like she'd been a hoodlum all her life, Elizabeth used both hands to fling it through the front glass door of the office.&nbsp; It shattered with a sound that echoed across the complex.&nbsp; Little pieces continued to tinkle down for several seconds.&nbsp; Careful not to cut herself, Elizabeth reached inside the frame lined with jagged glassy teeth and unlocked the door from the inside.&nbsp; More fell as it opened and she stepped inside, boots crunch crunch crunching across the carpet.<br><br>Elizabeth left the bathroom door open as she sat down to pee, thinking nothing of it.&nbsp; She used toilet paper to dab at her eyes, trying not to ruin her makeup.&nbsp; <strong>"Vivian?&nbsp; Do you think we should go get the girls, or stay with Michael and the others?&nbsp; They all seem to, like, know what they're doing.&nbsp; Like this doesn't bother them at all and they're just going to get some guns and sleeping bags and be perfectly fine.&nbsp; I'm afraid to leave them, but I'm also afraid if we stay they'll realize they don't need us and will..."</strong>&nbsp; Elizabeth sighed, wiped, then stood up to pull her panties and jeans back up before turning her back on Vivian and starting to wash her hands.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't know.&nbsp; Something I guess.&nbsp; Leave us?&nbsp; Kill us?&nbsp; Or, you know.&nbsp; Something else?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 20:38:11</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> Apartment Parking lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>The dark-skinned woman leans in the doorway the lead to the bathroom Elizabeth was using, she had no problem looking at her friend, even as she sat down to use the toilet, averting her eyes of course long enough for her the blond woman to sit down. She sighed softly and allowed her head to rest on the door frame. <strong>"I suppose that is something that I worry about as well. They don't need us. I mean..."</strong> She pauses shrugging her shoulders. <strong>"They can use guns, know how to get all the supplies they need... It's like they've all be preparing for this for years."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment, knowing that probably didn't help at all! <strong>"I... they might not need us, but -I- need -you-."</strong> She continues, stepping towards her friend and even squatting down so that she was on eye level with the... woman on the toilet as awkward as that was! <strong>"I couldn't get through this without you, no way, no how."</strong><br><br><strong>"I... want to get the other girls. We can't be of any help to them right now, so... Maybe we can go get some of the girls and then come back? I think they plan on staying here overnight, so we could try and go get some of them?"</strong> She asks... Her head shaking. <strong>"I don't know what to do either... I... even if the world is ending I don't want to give up my humanity... I don't want to turn into an animal that just mindlessly kills, and... doesn't care about anyone else."</strong><br><br>She shrugs her shoulders, unlike everyone else who seemed so put together, sure of exactly what to do, she wasn't. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 20:52:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Michael, Chris, Madelyn, Jack<br><br>Billy heard what Tristyn said, but he would leave the heavy lifting to him and Jack. They were bulkier than he was. Plus, he was standing guard and looking out for Michael. He wondered where Elizabeth and Vivian went to, but trusted they would be back soon. Surely the blonde girl didn't just throw her keys so they would leave without her. In any event, he would go after them if they were tardy.<br><br><strong>"Don't worry about it, Michael. I'm sure she's just feeling tense. Understandably so."</strong> He replied to the blind student. When he looked to the side, he noticed Madelyn had food cans with her. That was good. Billy knew how to cook a little, but he wasn't about to be turned into the resident cook, so he would only pitch in and let someone else do it. Right now, roles were being defined slowly, and he wanted to make sure his wasn't a domestic one. <br><br>Looking down at his new friend once more, he saw the bloody tears again. That just didn't look pleasant. Jack appeared then, and offered Michael a napkin. That was good, since Billy had no more to spare and it was a bit unsettling for the others to see him like that.<br><br>Billy nodded as Michael spoke, <strong>"Well, the school bus yard should have many unattended vehicles for us. We can go there first thing in the morning."</strong> He could tell Michael was worried, which wasn't a good sign, but it was better if they tried not to panic right now. They needed to proceed with their plan. Billy put a hand on Michael's shoulder, <strong>"Don't worry. Just keep calm and trust yourself."</strong> Billy's own doubts had been slowly vanishing since Michael's predictions seemed accurate for now.<br><br>When Chrissa alerted him of the car around the curve, Billy looked out of the corner of his eye. <strong>"Hm, someone could be in there, perhaps waiting to rob us of what we find...or it could just be someone curious about our movements."</strong> Billy then turned to Michael, trying to act casually so the person in the car wouldn't know they were speaking of him. <strong>"What do you think, Michael? Friend or foe?"</strong> He asked and waited for the blonde to assess the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 23:34:03</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Madelyn already felt a little guilty for taking some of her frustration out on Elizabeth with that evil glare, and when she discovered that she and Vivian had gone off alone, she felt worse. The situation only made her ever guiltier when Michael seemed to comment that it was his fault. Not only did Maddy feel ashamed at the fact that she'd let past experiences bias her against the cheerleader, but she didn't want Michael to have to deal with any additional drama. As a theater geek who was no stranger to drama, she took it upon herself to go check on the girls. <br><br>Her movement away from the group would likely lead to raised eyebrows at least. <strong>"Just gonna go check on them. Be right back."</strong> She'd say, gripping the makeshift taser in her pocket as protection from the possible stranger waiting just down the street. <br><br>She walked off in the direction they'd gone and it wasn't long before she heard voices coming from beyond the shattered window of the apartment management office. She was now close enough to hear the conversation, and she stopped just out of sight as she could hear Elizabeth lamenting:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156101.msg7193200#msg7193200">Quote from: Branwen on 08-11-2012, 20:18:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> 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?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>She allowed Vivian to respond before making her presence known. She walked into the office and caught a glimpse of the pale haired girl seated on the toilet. She turned around and began a string of apologies. <strong>"Oh.. Sorry. Didn't realize you were... Anyway Elizabeth? I shouldn't have given you that look back there. I wanted to say I'm sorry... And you're not useless. I thought I should mention that too. "</strong><br><br>Madelyn walked further away from the bathroom door so as to not intrude any more than she already had. She sat down at one of the desks facing away from that end of the office and began absentmindedly opening drawers.<strong> "I want to explain myself a little. You see, Michael is more special than I think we even know... We can't take for granted that he is saving our lives. He is so special all by himself, but he chose us. Didn't you feel it when he started talking at the school? He picked us to go with him. So I think that makes us... ALL of us pretty special too. He showed me something... Beautiful... And I think it has to do with all of us. You can brush me off if you think I'm just crazy, but the whole world just got pretty crazy." </strong>She spun around in the swivel chair and opened another drawer.<br><br>Madelyn grinned. She'd been wishing she had some sort of peace offering... and now she did. In the drawer in all it's glory was the candy stash of a middle aged working woman. Chocolate, and sweets galore graced the deep drawer. <strong>"Ohmigod. Look at this!"</strong> She marveled. <strong>"Tell you what, Elizabeth. To make up for that nasty look I gave you,&nbsp; I'll tell the others you found this. After all... Sugar is great for morale." </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 03:00:06</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>Location</strong>: The Phoenix Family Townhome / Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others, Jack, Open<br><br>As hazel eyes stared at the photo on the night stand next to his mothers side of the bed he could here a baby laugh as his mothers voice spoke to him softly <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Who's my favorite little guy...you are..."</em></span> another voice entered the mix <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Look at him Martha...He has your eyes"</span></em> His eyes were glazed over as he heard his parents voices, was he reliving a childhood memory? he had to be, his father was dead, and mum, she was on a ship, at sea, doing her tour near spain most likely at the moment. <br><br>Jacks voice brought him swiftly back to reality as he turned to nod his head.&nbsp; He saw jack heading down the steps <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Yeah, your right..."</em></span> he smirked and entered the room slowly.&nbsp; Removing the picture from the frame he pocketed it and opened the closet door. Inside were a bunch of his mothers clothes and naval uniforms.&nbsp; He pushed them aside going to the last jacket hanging up.&nbsp; It was a winterized naval blue digital jacket, the name Phoenis printed on the breast to signify who was wearing the jacket.&nbsp; He slipped it on and smiled as it fit comfortably on him. <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"See dad, i told you id be as big as you one day..."</span></em> he smirked as he knelt down to the small safe at the bottom of the closet.<br><br>He dialed in the code and the small door clicked open, marveling at it pulled out what he originaly came for, his fathers Taurus Magnum.&nbsp; A gun he only shot a couple of times in his life.&nbsp; There was box of 6 bullets with it, since it was a revolver he was limited so he loaded the gun up and slid it into the navy bag,&nbsp; the safty lock was still on the trigger so he snatched up the keys and pockete them, hed deal with that later tonight at Jacks place.&nbsp; Before standing he grabbed one more thing from the safe, his fathers dog tags, he slung them around his neck tucking them into his shirt he stood, lifted the bag and headed downstairs.<br><br>He grabbed the 3 sleeping bags seeing the other stuff was collected before walking back into the garage, as he approached the truck he tossed the bags into the back as he heard the glass shatter <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"What the...."</em></span> he saw Elizabeth and Vivian entering the office area and shook his head, He watched maddy follow soon after confused as to why all three girls went over there <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"we missing out on something?"</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Edrick</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 03:36:03</strong>
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				(http://thegodmafia.com/Merch/LS/images/LS_Guy_thmb.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Dean Rundstedt<br><strong>Location</strong>: Block away from Tristyn's apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: see pic<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: none<br><br>He was watching them closely with his binoculars, so as Michael stared in his direction at first he slid down in his seat.&nbsp; He had no idea the man was blind, so to him it was just a guy staring in his direction.&nbsp; He was probably out of view even more, now that he was a good distance away and down low before the others looked over towards him.&nbsp; He watched them even closer now, more to see if they spotted him then anything else at this point.&nbsp; There would be plenty of time to find out what was going on, he didn't need all the answers now, but being found out following them only risked him finding out what they were doing.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned on his car radio real low, seeing if he could hear any news about what was going on.&nbsp; Perhaps there was some kind of military evacuations, but the kids that left early for school were missed.&nbsp; He shrugged that off quickly, as he was sure that would only mean lots of military trucks driving around or at least leaving the city.&nbsp; But there was nothing and as the radio went on, there was again nothing.&nbsp; Not static to suggest the towers were out, but just nothing like no one was transmitting.&nbsp; He rubbed the bridge of his nose a moment, this was getting serious "...what the heck is going on".<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 16:17:43</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>: Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Group at Tristyn's<br><br>&nbsp;The request for a napkin had barely left Michael's lips when Jack put one into his hand. <strong>"Huh,"</strong> he mumbled, surprised and pleased at the same time. Cleaning the blood from his face and hoping he wasn't about to get a migraine, he answers Jack with, <strong>"I hope not."</strong> If Madelyn could do it, he thought it would be best, but he would try as well if she failed.<br><br>Focusing again, he tries to resolve the pharmacy suggestion and how best to deal with that. There was a hospital near Cabela's, but...the people there weren't all asleep and sending the group in was risky, not to mention downright cruel. They couldn't help there, but the <em>need</em> to help would be strong in some. He was still searching for an answer when Chrissa spotted the car and Billy asked him a question.<br><br>Again, Michael's face turns towards Dean and he sighs softly, <strong>"He hasn't made the choice yet to be either. There's...he's part of the light and he's part of the darkness and his pathways go in and out of both. I can't know anything true until he makes his choices."</strong><br><br>Shaking his head, the blind man stands and makes his way to the garage, running his fingers over the hood of the car there. For a moment, he took refuge from the shifting future in the past. The car had a good history, if tragic at the end. Glancing at Tristyn, he then taps the car hood. <strong>"We're going to need the passenger space and trunk room for a little while. Can you give the keys to Madelyn to bring it with us? She's run out of space to sit and you're still riding shotgun. Or...does it not run yet?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 17:02:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Open, Chrissa, Dean (mentioned)<br><br><strong>"What, we're being watched?"</strong> He would ask, as he lowered both visors of his helmet. With the tinted visor blocking all of his face, it made it easier to cast a glance without seeming to focus in on Dean's vehicle. Presumably, Jack was just looking at&nbsp; Chrissa, possibly admiring the rifle she held. <br><br><strong>"I know that car. I've seen it before. That's Dean Rundstedt's ride. He's an asshole, and a drug peddler, and I doubt he has any plans that don't involve making our lives, or at least my life, more hellish than it's become."</strong> Though he stayed mostly in his usual stoic, Vulcan-esque mode of speech, their was just a hint of emotion to his words; hostility. <br><br><strong>"A sore loser to boot. I can't say I have anything good to say about him, and I actually <em>can</em> say good things about the guy who was ready to shoot me at the school."</strong> He looked away, casting a glance fully around their surroundings. It seemed quiet for now. <br><br>He made his way back to his bike, but just loitered around it, now more focused in the direction where Madelyn had gone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 21:49:50</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>Location:</strong> Entering Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Chrissa was getting increasingly edgy the longer they waited to load up the supplies. She tried to breathe deeply and keep calm, but it was hard when she was pretty certain that someone was eyeballing them. Jack's brief description of the guy who was likely in the car only made her even more edgy. She looked up at Jack, thinking he was staring at her at first, but then she realized he was probably discreetly checking out the car down the street. Smart, but that blank visor fixed in her direction made her a little uneasy.<br><br>She moved around the back of the truck and pulled down the tailgate for those who were loading supplies in. She had to bang on it with her fist a few times, as the latch on the right side tended to get stuck. Then she resumed keeping watch, trying not to fidget as much as she felt like she was. As much as she wanted to hurry these people along, just adding one more voice to the confusion would probably only make things worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 23:09:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Michael, Chris, Tristyn, Jack<br><br>Michael's words didn't make Dean's presence any more comforting than before. <strong>"Well, if we're done here, maybe we should be leaving soon."</strong> Billy walked over the corner of the building, looking towards where the girls had gone into. Madelyn had gone after then, so hopefully they would be here soon. Unaccustomed to standing around with nothing to do, Billy went back to the others. <strong>"Alright, so is there anything else we need to get now? Its quiet now, but I assume that won't be the case for long."</strong> He could tell Chrissa felt the same kind of urgency as him. They needed to get out of there quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 02:56:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Apartment Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead</del>.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Vivian, Madelyn<br><br>Elizabeth realized that Vivian, strong, beautiful, amazing Vivian, was bothered more by the situation than anyone else would suspect.&nbsp; She was always so in control, so tough and steadfast that you got in the habit of thinking about her only in those terms.&nbsp; Vivian was just a teenaged girl.&nbsp; She wasn't the heroine in a novel, or some four color mutant in a comic book.&nbsp; She just a girl, in a tough place and who was feeling the world come crashing down around her.&nbsp; Elizabeth's heart lurched and it actually hurt to realize how much she'd been neglecting her friend.<br><strong><br>"Viv-"</strong> she started, but was cut off by Madelyn's arrival.&nbsp; Elizabeth wanted to be mad, but her nature was so ingrained that she set her anger aside and listened instead.&nbsp; Madelyn was trying to feel better, so Elizabeth had to help her or else she was a bad person.&nbsp; It was easier since Madelyn wasn't looking at her.&nbsp; As she spoke, a white hand found a black one and squeezed it tightly.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Madelyn?&nbsp; Thank you.&nbsp; I am sorry I upset you and I know you didn't have to come back here to apologize to me.&nbsp; I promise I'll try to be better,"</strong> she said, not quite looking at Madelyn.&nbsp; She still held Vivian's hand.&nbsp; <strong>"Can you, just...hang on." </strong> She pulled Vivian back into the bathroom and shut the door, then took both of Vivian's hands in hers.<br><br><strong>"Viv?&nbsp; Hey,"</strong> she said quietly, looking up into the other girl's face.&nbsp; <strong>"You're always there for me.&nbsp; I know that and it's why I love you so much.&nbsp; I need you too,"</strong> she said, voice thick with emotion.&nbsp; <strong>"I promise you, no matter what, I won't leave you.&nbsp; You're the only one I have left, and I'm the only one you have left.&nbsp; We have to stick together.&nbsp; You're strong when I need it.&nbsp; Which,"</strong> she said with the barest flicker of a smile, <strong>"is all the time.&nbsp; I need you to tell me when you need me.&nbsp; I don't always see it.&nbsp; Like now.&nbsp; I'm selfish sometimes." </strong> She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed Vivian's cheek, then let go of one hand and opened the bathroom door.<br><strong><br>"I'm sorry,"</strong> she apologized again to Madelyn.&nbsp; <strong>"And you don't have to make anything up to me.&nbsp; Really.&nbsp; We can just take it back and share it with everyone and not tell them who found it."<br><br>"Madelyn?&nbsp; What about your parents?&nbsp; Did you...are they?&nbsp; You know.&nbsp; Asleep?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 05:43:19</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>Location</strong>: The Phoenix Family Townhome / Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others, Jack, Open<br><br><br>He felt the unease that the majority of the group felt.&nbsp; What truly was going on here. They should be in second period right now.&nbsp; He should be in Mr. Nemchicks AP physics 2 class right now, however he was in his garage at home raiding it for what supplies it held to survive against what? What or who was their enemy right now? He sighed trying to figure things out in his head.&nbsp; When Michael spoke his hazel eyes darted to blinb Blondel that had brought them thus far. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"yes we can take her out, I just need to put the new spark plugs in is all. It'll take moments,&nbsp; only deal is...its a stick shift...does maddy know how to drive it?"</em></span> he headed towards the 73 trans am remembering his father and him fixing her up.<br><br>An idea popped into his head as he began to assemble the spark plugs. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em> "how about Billy you take point in truck your a good aim ive seen your accuracy.&nbsp; Maddy can drive the volvo with the girls.&nbsp; Mike if its ok can we drive... id like yo talk to you... to wrap my head around this and understand... plus you get to ride in a 783 horse power beast on wheels" </em></span> he said the last part with a smirk of pride.&nbsp; He held pride in few things in life as he always subtly strives for acceptance in life.&nbsp; However the trans am was something that was him in its purest form.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 07:05:21</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> Apartment Parking lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Madelyn<br><br>Dark eyes flickered towards the newcomer for a moment, falling silent to let her speak her mind, it was only polite. She did not move many steps away from her friend, Elizabeth. As soon as she felt the hand grip her's she gripped in return. Slender dark fingers tightly holding onto the equally slender hand.<br><br><strong>"I know, Elizabeth, you -are- all I have left. It's just... I don't know..."</strong> She pauses turning and glancing towards Madelyn, not afraid to share her thoughts with the other girl as well. <strong>"Look out there, it's like... some sort of army movie or something. Everyone all... guns, bows knives ready to fight at a moments notice. Knowing exactly what to take... building bamboo traps out of rubber bands and ball-point pens..."</strong> She shifts her eyes back towards Elizabeth. <strong>"And neither of us even knows what we are doing.... I just have this... overwhelming feeling to just get a jeep or something drive straight north as far as possible and just hide in the mountains or something."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 17:22:48</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>Location:</strong> Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Elizabeth's question brought up the one thing she was trying not to think about. She would get to that answer as she explained in response to Vivian's comment. <strong>"Deep down I think we all feel like we don't know what we are doing. I mean, some of us, we just spend so much time acting like we know what to do... Fake it till you make it... So we don't have to dwell on just how much we've lost in just a few hours. I have no idea if what I'm doing will help us in the long run or screw us into a false sense of security, but I do it because... I already know I'll never see my daddy or my brothers alive again."</strong> Her voice had been steady until the last sentence.<br><br>She continued a little tearfully.<strong> "So to answer your question... Now <em>both</em> my parents are dead. My entire family. I see the way you two share secret glances... Reminds me of Alice... God I miss my Allie Cat Right now..."</strong> even saying the old nickname she'd given her friend brought her a tiny bit of comfort. <br><br>She pulled her smartphone from her pocket and luckily still had access to Facebook. She found Alice's profile and posted a simple message to her wall. "Allie, I'm safe. I hope you are too. It may take a while... but someday I'll find you. Please survive until then."<br><br>She looked up from her phone and made one more simple statement. <strong>"All I'm trying to say, is we've all lost someone, and my heart is telling me that if we stay with Michael... It's the harder path... but maybe it will be worth it some day."</strong><br><br>With that she collected as much of the candy as she could carry. <strong>"I'm going back now. I know we aren't much yet, but it takes all kinds of people to build a society. No one is unnecessary. Are you coming?"<br></strong><br>She began to walk away, hoping she'd made a small difference. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 23:21:55</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> Apartment Parking lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Madelyn<br><br>She had turned in place to listen what Madelyn was saying once Elizabeth had released one of her hands. The other still firmly holding onto the lighter, but similarly delicate hand that it held. Her head leaned out the doorway her brows knit together as she watches Madelyn mess with her phone. Her eyes widening after several long moments. <strong>"Oh my goddess, Madelyn you are a -genious-!"</strong> She calls out turning in place she addresses Elizabeth once again. <strong>"You still have your phone you said the other girls were texting you?</strong>" She begins excitedly.<br><br>Reaching up she brushes some of the stray locks of dark black hair from her face, still speaking excitedly.<strong> "We can't go get the girls right now, but we can still help them while the cells work! Quick... Text Mallory... she lives a couple miles out of town right? Tell her to sit tight and wait for the other girls. I'll text... Jamie! She has her learner's permit and has been driving, and her family has that big extended van! I'll tell her to gas it up and go get the others, they all live in town, and then to drive out to Mallory's... Stay there for the night, get all the non-perishable food they can, along with batteries, flashlights, medicine, clothes and stuff, pack it in the van then go to her Grandparent's... they have that ranch way north of here, they can go there!"</strong><br><br>Still excited she leans forward, her lips not pressing to the cheek of her longtime friend but instead catching the pink lips that she had only tasted once before, in a firm, if quick full-on kiss. <strong>"And I had to wait until the end of the world to have the courage to do that again..." </strong>The phone already extracted from her pocket as she begins to furiously text.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 16:17:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Apartment Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead</del>.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Vivian, Madelyn<br><br>Vivian's sudden enthusiasm was contagious, but there was something Elizabeth had to do first before succumbing to it.<br><br>Before Madelyn got back into the main part of the office, Elizabeth caught up with her.&nbsp; The attack, when it came, was swift and merciless.<br><br>Her arms snaked under Madelyn's and encircled Madelyn's waist, coming together with fingers laced over her tummy.&nbsp; Elizabeth pulled herself into Madelyn, and Madelyn into her in a full length hug that communicated her thanks, her sympathy and understanding, her relief at Madelyn's gesture.&nbsp; It lasted a long time, well over two dozen heartbeats.&nbsp; Before Elizabeth let go and stepped back, she whispered <strong>"Thank you"</strong>.&nbsp; Her face was that of the Madonna with Child, peaceful and loving and serene in a way that lit her pale skin from beneath.&nbsp; Elizabeth was never happier, never more content, than when others found her good and she was able to do something to make them feel better.<br><br>Returning to Vivian, she put her hand over the black girl's phone, hiding it and stilling the flood of text messages.&nbsp; <strong>"Vivian?&nbsp; That's a great idea,"</strong> she said, voice breaking a bit but her eyes were dry as she looked into Vivian's face.&nbsp; <strong>"Let's go tell the others."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 04:17:15</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> Apartment Parking lot, returning to the 'convoy'<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Madelyn<br><br>Her slender fingers tap furiously on the smooth screen of her smartphone, complete with a satisfied nod. She could not go and pick up the girls she had known personally, but she was able to give them directions, something to do, somewhere to go... It was the least she could do, and unfortunately right now the -most- she could do as well.<br><br>She remained close to Elizabeth even as the group returns to the small convoy of automobiles. Dark eyes still study each of the strangers in turn, she knew none of them except for Elizabeth who she continued to stick to like glue. A hand reaches out, gripping one of the blond woman's hands once again. She did not know where they were going next, but she was going to stick -close- to the only person she trusted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 18:17:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Michael, Chris, Tristyn, Jack, Madelyn, Elizabeth, Vivian<br><br>Billy looked to Michael, then back to Tristyn, <strong>"Sure, that's fine."</strong> He walked over to Chris' truck and put his bow and arrows in the passenger seat, knowing Chrissa would keep watch for Dean. He then noticed the girls returning. He walked over to them and smiled. <strong>"I hope everything is alright."</strong> He said, wondering if they resolved what was bothering Elizabeth. He placed a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder comfortingly, <strong>"I know its been tense, but hang in there, alright? Once we're safe, we can begin to decompress. It won't be long now."</strong> He smiled, then turned to Vivian and nodded to her. He could tell she would take care of Elizabeth if anything happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 21:56:14</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>Location:</strong> Entering Parking Lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Chris was getting increasingly nervous as time dragged on. It seemed like this "quick stop" was taking forever. The only thing that kept her from saying so was remembering that these people weren't hardened survivalists. Neither was she, for that matter. She only hoped they could all survive until they had the necessary experience. When she saw Vivian and Elizabeth returning, along with Madelyn, Chris took it as a sign that things were being wrapped up. She didn't lower her guard just yet--since Billy had lowered his--but she opened her truck door and started the engine, hoping that would galvanize everyone else to get back in the vehicles and get ready to go. She went around the back of her truck to close the tailgate, and make sure all the gear that had been loaded in wouldn't come tumbling out the moment she hit the gas.<br><br>Satisfied her truck was as ready to go as it was going to get, she finally climbed into the driver's seat, putting her rifle next to her with the muzzle pointed down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 02:31:30</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>: Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open, Billy, Chrissa, Tristyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Madelyn<br><br>Michael blinked at Tristyn - though the boy couldn't see it - then said, <strong>"Billy doesn't know how to use a gun. Aiming, yeah, but we don't have time to teach him."</strong> He frowned, then shrugged. <strong>"I think we'll be fine getting to Jack's anyways, but I figured the others would be more comfortable with the gun being around still."</strong> He glanced towards Madelyn. <strong>"You'll have to ask her about the stick thing, but the others are getting antsy and we need to get going. I also think questions are best asked at Jack's when everyone can hear the answers."</strong><br><br>Turning away, Michael moved to the returning girls and met Elizabeth when Billy did, <strong>"I'm sorry, for being careless with my words."</strong> Again he looked to Madelyn and nodded his thanks to her before raising his voice some. <strong>"Are we ready to go, then?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 03:30:49</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>Location:</strong> Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Madelyn unceremoniously dumped the candy and chocolate off in the back of the truck. She saved a single Kit-Kat bar, unwrapped it, and took a large bite. Nothing like carbs to give one a burst of energy. She saw Michael indicate her in half of a conversation she didn't catch. Her mouth still full of chocolatey goodness, she answered with a garbled <strong>"Stk Fing?"</strong> She noticed Michael and Tristyn standing near the classic car in the garage. She chewed and swallowed and attempted the phrase again. <strong>"Stick thing? As in manual transmission? I know said I was rubbish at it before... but that's by my brothers' standards. I'm not going to be able to drag race, but I can manage if I have to." </strong><br><br>She shrugged as she saw that she no longer had a place to sit in the back of the truck. She cast a glance at Tristyn and had the distinct impression that he might not want to trust the vehicle to her. <strong>"Your call. I'll sit where I'm the most useful, even if it's a driver's seat."</strong> Wherever the group decided she should go, she'd make no protest against being on the road again. They'd already lingered longer than they should have. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 03:32:20</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>Location</strong>: The Phoenix Family Townhome / Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:The White Rhino gang, The Others, Jack, Open<br><br>Finishing the car quickly he closed the hood with a soft smile on his face. He nodded respectivly as he almost found himself saluting the blind child.&nbsp; He knew when to question orders and he knew when to just follow them, and today was a day he should follow orders.&nbsp; As Michael had said there was enough time for questions and answers when they were all safe and sound. He noticed the girls returning before setting his things in the back seat looking the car over.&nbsp; He made his way to the three girls as he held out the keys towards Maddy, with a reluctant sigh he spoke <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"please...please tell me you know how to drive a stick?"</span></em><br><br>He hoped her eyes would follow his towards the 73' trans am that lay looking new in the garage.&nbsp; So much history was held with that car, it was the first project his father and him worked on together.&nbsp; It was the first car he learned to drive, even though back when he was 14 it was still a piece of shit that was lucky it was still held together. They had put so much into, not jsut money but time and heart.&nbsp; He was so relieved when she said she could manage it <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>"please take care of her..."</em></span> he said with a gulp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 17:33:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the road/parking lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Everybody<br><br>As the others prepared for the next, brief step in their journey, he took out his cellphone and sent off a quick text to Elena. <strong><em>Coming home soon. Five minutes or so. Bringing almost a dozen friends, so don't get spooked. The world's going to hell, will fill you in when I get back.</em></strong><br><br>All of a sudden, the relative quiet of the place was disturbed by the sound of an engine coming to life. Following this was the revving of the bikes powerful engine, causing a roaring raucous. He gave it a minute, and as he saw the other cars coming to life, he quietly took off. He kept the pace slow, and traveled at point, naturally. When a turn approached, he would signal by waving either his left or right arm, for the appropriate turn. <br><br>The distance wasn't that far; by car, it really only took them about eight minutes, and after three, they would be able to see the three apartment buildings, squat, square, two story affairs, ahead of them. He guided everybody into the parking lot, which was still mostly filled with cars, as their occupants never arose to go to work. <br><br>The complex had three buildings stationed equidistantly around a small--something like a thousand square feet-- park like area in the middle, which had some trees, flowers, footpaths, bench, table, and grill; a nice little outdoor get together area. A road circled around the whole park area, with parking spaces right alongside the park area, most of which were occupied. However, the road in this place was thick enough that they could just park right alongside it, outside the apartment building, much like Jack was going to.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Apartment complex layout</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/aptcmplx.png)<br></div></div><br>Outside Apartment Building 2, Jack parked his bike only a few feet away from the entrance. He turned it off, put down the stand, and as he got off it, he made sure it was steady and secure. He grabbed the keys out of the ignition, then the large bag off of the sissy bar, and waited for everybody to find a place to park, and gather. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Edrick</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 18:32:59</strong>
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				(http://thegodmafia.com/Merch/LS/images/LS_Guy_thmb.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dean Rundstedt<br><strong>Location</strong>: Following convey<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: see pic<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: none<br><br>Dean watched as the small group brought the supplies out of the apartment, it was starting to make sense now.&nbsp; It was obvious something was really wrong, and for some reason this one group of people knew what it was.&nbsp; He would not talk to them upfront, perhaps most would be cool with him just asking a couple questions.&nbsp; But he knew Jack was there, and would only start trouble for him.&nbsp; It would put him in a bad place if he needed to get close to one of them, they would be more likely to scream for the others or shot him.&nbsp; He shrugged it off, nothing can be done about that now.&nbsp; <br><br>As he saw the others getting in the cars, he started his own up.&nbsp; Not moving until they all left, and then following them from a distance.&nbsp; Ditching his cig out the window once he smoked it all, thinking it over of what he was going to do.&nbsp; He watched Jack drive off on his bike, and could only smirk to himself '..well at least she will be around" he said to himself.&nbsp; He took out his gun from the glove box, checking it make sure it was loaded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 00:20:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: One of Jack's shirt<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack's text, Open<br><br>Elena was sleeping on and off at Jack's place, her body so tired there was no fighting it. Her mind filled with images of the past nights events. By the time she heard her phone go off, and the sound woke her. She was tangled in the covers, her legs wrapped up like she had been fighting the sheets the whole time she slept. It happened that way, the only time she really found herself resting without her nightmares was with Jack. She had never told him that. Though she kind of thought he knew that much already. Stretching her body she moaned as her back popped. Reaching over she grabbed the phone and looked at the text. Her brow scrunched as she read it. <strong>"He must be joking."</strong>she said not really believing or understanding the text. <br><br>She was going to text him back but if Jack was really on his way. Then she didn't need to be texting him with he was riding his bike. Pushing up from the bed she straightened the blankets. Pulling on her clothes once more she left off her shoes, but got ready for...apparently a small army arriving at his place. She slid into the chair in front of the TV and clicked it on. But she found each station had either static or that high pitched warning tone. It was confusing and she was starting to think Jack may not have been joking. Cutting off the TV Elena laid back in the chair, she'd get a bit more rest before Jack got back. Something told her that she wouldn't be getting anymore any time soon. Curling up Elena closed her eyes as she waited for Jack to get home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 22:03:14</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:everyone<br><br>As the truck came to a halt he shook all thoughts he had from his mind and jumped out of the bed of the truck.&nbsp; Looking forwards to the his friend on the bike he spoke <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"do you have any special place you want or need this stuff to be? or any place we shouldnt go?"</span></em> at that he began to umpack his military bag with clothing in it, he lifted a few bags of canned food in one arm and the other he grabbed the three sleeping bags that were tightly rolled.&nbsp; As he made his way towards the apartment on foot he announced in general <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"These sleping bags are Arctic rated, meaning they will keep you warm in sub zero temperatures, I say the ladies take them at least, guarentee youll be wark if we lose heat to the building at some point or another"</strong></em></span> he siad the statement aloud for all to hear, however hazel eyes set on the blonde in the volvo for few seconds before turning back towards the building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 02:56:09</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>Location:</strong> Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, Tristyn<br><br>Madelyn saw Jack dismount and took a quick glance around the complex before opening the car door. She was sure she'd been past it on some of her longer bike rides. She'd spent a lot of time exploring when she first came to town. By her estimation, if she wanted to ride her bicycle home it might take her an hour. A part of her still longed to make the journey to pick up some mementos or new clothes. Strange that the thought hadn't even occurred to her while she was driving here to just borrow the car and go home. As much as she longed to make the visit, she was still compelled to stay with Michael. <br><br>She closed the car door and held the key out to Tristyn. <strong>"See? She's fine." </strong><br><br>Sauntering over to the Volvo, Madelyn would grab the door for Michael and offer a hand to help him get out of the vehicle. She began to feel it was her duty to make sure he had everything he needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 05:37:25</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>Location:</strong> Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Mindful of her passenger in the back of the truck, Chrissa carefully pulled the truck up onto the curb, as close to the building Jack had pulled in front of as she was able to get. Hopefully, his place had windows that faced in this direction. She wanted to be able to keep an eye on her truck, and anything else useful that didn't get pack inside overnight. The looting would begin soon, and anything that was in plain sight and unguarded would be fair game. She shut off the engine and got out of the truck, making sure to take her rifle with her.<br><br>Once on the sidewalk, she took a slow, careful look around, paying special attention to the apartments around them. Like everywhere else in town, they were eerily quiet. If anyone was awake or alive inside them, they were staying out of sight. Hopefully, they weren't paying too much attention to the little convoy that had just pulled up. Her truck was pretty loud though, so it was a safe bet their arrival hadn't gone unnoticed by everyone. She waited for everyone else to get out. Jack would probably take charge here, and she'd wait for him to get things rolling, before she worried about getting her truck in the best spot to keep an eye on it, and make sure all the supplied it carried were safe. <strong>"Wonder if we're all going to fit in the place,"</strong> she muttered to no one in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 14:09:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead</del>.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Chrissa, Open<br><br>She'd forgotten Michael was in the car with them. He was just so quiet sometimes.&nbsp; Really, Elizabeth had been so wrapped up in herself she'd probably seen him and just ignored him.&nbsp; Madelyn hadn't, and came right over and started fussing over him.&nbsp; That made Elizabeth feel bad for not doing it herself, so she took a short walk away to distance herself from it.<br><br>The girl in the ball cap and the rough looking clothes was looking around like she was memorizing the place.&nbsp; What was she looking for?&nbsp; There didn't seem to be anyone around, and all the adults were...&nbsp; They just were.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"It'll be like a sleepover,"</strong> she suggested to Chrissa.&nbsp; <strong>"We'll just move furniture and make room and end up in each other's space a lot.&nbsp; It's better than being alone tonight.&nbsp; I really don't want that."</strong>&nbsp; She shook her head for emphasis.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm Elizabeth.&nbsp; This is Vivian,"</strong> she said, reaching out and briefly touching her friend's arm.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, I don't know your name?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 16:42:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone<br><br>Billy got out of the truck, slinging the bow and quiver over his shoulders. <strong>"Well then, Jack, lead the way inside."</strong> He said, taking a mental head count to make sure they were all there. He was also keeping an eye out for the mysterious car that was following them around. After all, whoever was watching them back there surely must have followed them here. That's what he would do. What Billy didn't know, was whether this was a person looking to take their supplies, spy on them, or just looking to join their little group. Still, they couldn't leave anything to chance, not when survival was at stake.<br><br><strong>"We need to move our supplies inside. All or most of them if possible."</strong> Billy announced to any who would listen. There had to be some kind of order if they were to get things back on track. <strong>"Everyone carry something. That will make it faster and easier."</strong><br><br>Moving towards Michael, Billy put his hand on his shoulder, <strong>"Anything else we need? And, is that person following us?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 19:28:44</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Tristyn<br><br>Michael's hand was on the door to the volvo when it opened and Madelyn's hand was in his own, warm and soft and strong. She helped him up, silently and he appreciated her all the more for it. The headache was throbbing, despite his brief rest, and he didn't want the others to know how difficult this was becoming for him. Loss of faith would lead to loss of hope and then to darkness.<br><br><strong>"Thank you," </strong>Michael told her softly, then started as Billy's hand touched his shoulder. Damn it, he had slipped again. Shutting his eyes, he found the pathway that lead to Dean and then sighed. <strong>"He is following us, but it's the only choice he's made. I can't tell you yet if he means us harm or not."</strong> The blonde turned towards Jack, then glanced towards the man's apartment where he knew Elena was. <strong>"And then when he makes his choice, he could come back from the darkness to walk the light again. I'm sorry, Billy. There's no way to know for sure."</strong><br><br>Blowing out a breath, he glanced towards where the truck was being unloaded then nodded, <strong>"Help them, then join us inside and I'll explain what's next. Elena deserves an explanation first."</strong> Lightly, Michael touched Billy's hand, then squeezed Madelyn's and started walking to wards Jack's apartment without being told where it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 19:33:47</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> Apartment Parking lot<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Dark eyes continue to glance at each of the strangers one by one. She stood close to the one and only friend she had in the group, the blond woman, keeping quiet as Elizabeth spoke. <br><br>The words 'better than being alone tonight' caused her to turn her hand and look towards Elizabeth once again.<br><br><strong>"There is no way you'd be alone tonight, not like I am going to get more than five feet away from you."</strong><br><br>Crowds she never did like, even less crowds of people she did not know at all. She has seen 'bad' before, never this bad, but bad enough to know how easily people can turn into animals, at a moment's notice. The moment any sort of accountability is stripped away... And this was that time. Society was done, Civilization&nbsp; was over with, and already the 'animal' instincts were starting to come bubbling to the surface. It was not difficult to notice the long, forlorn stares that the 'dog-tag guy' continues to level towards her blond friend. How long would it be before all pretense was gone? How long would it be before the men of the group simply decide to do whatever they want to whoever they want.<br><br>It was hard to repress the shiver that the thought caused. She did not particularly -hate- males of the species, but nor was she interested or inclined to be a plaything, or a brood-mare. Fight or flight... Fight or flight, flight was quickly gaining. Paranoia, it was dangerous, but sometimes it would also save your life and well-being, she had learned -that- early in life. Protectively she wraps an arm around the nearest arm of her blond friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 21:36:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment Parking Lot/Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Biker Armor<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody<br><strong><br>"We need to take everything up stairs. Their should be enough room up there for all of it, though... for us, I might have to ask one or two of you to volunteer and sleep in sleeping bags out on the porch. Or out in the hallway."</strong><br><br>He took the bag that was mounted on the back of his bike, and grabbed one of the sleeping bags from Tristyn as well. That was about as much as he could carry, as both together were pretty bulky for the one hand; and he'd need the other hand free for opening doors and the like.<br><br>He moves over towards the front door, and sticks his key in&nbsp; it; he twists the key, turns the knob, and pulls the door open. He uses his foot to guide a nearby heavy stone to the door, and wedges it against the door, propping it open. <strong>"Last person up, make sure you unwedge the door."</strong> This front door locked automatically, and he didn't want to give free access to anybody that may be trailing them.<br><br><strong>"And by the way, no gasping or freaking out when you guys realize that yes, I do have a girlfriend, and she's here."</strong> He says this with a slight laugh, imagining that most people that knew him might be shocked by such a thing, since he always seemed the lone wolf type.<br><br><strong>"As for the asshole that's trailing us, his name is Dean, and he's a drug dealer. He's a liar and a thief, who tried to frame me and send me to jail because I was getting one of his clients to detox and quit hanging around him. He's petty, and vindictive, and while I don't doubt people change, he strikes me as the sort to keep on making trouble."</strong><br><br>On that final note, he starts up the stairs of the apartment, expecting people to more or less fall in line behind him. Their was about two dozen stairs to climb, and another door at the top of the stairwell to open; no elevator. Just two stories, their wasn't much of a need for one.<br><br>He would use a small wooden wedge to prop this door open, then&nbsp; move in to apartment 221. Looking at the hallway, their was 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, and 228; a total of four apartments on each side of the hall, for a total of sixteen in this one building in total. <br><br>He finally gets to the door to his apartment, and the keys once more find their way into the lock; a very loud clicking sound comes from it, as the lock was somewhat old and creaky. He opens the door, and calls out, gently <strong>"Hey, Elena, I'm back; with friends and a lot of things." </strong> He would stay by his front door, standing inside the apartment, and holding the door open so that everyone else could come in. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Jack's Apartment Layout</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c195/TheOneTheOnlyTheShane/jack-apartment.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 03:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: One of Jack's shirt<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack, Open<br><br>Elena stirred as she heard the door open, the familiar creak it made almost comforting. Slowly she sat up and ran her hands through her hair. Turning in the loveseat to look over the back as she heard his voice. A smile coming to her face as soon as she saw Jack, <strong>"Hey you."</strong> she said looking him over. Her eye was still dark from her fathers angry fists. It took her a moment but as she fully realized that he was in fact holding the door open for people and that caused her to groaned. She had not wanted anyone to see her black eye, but at the moment it seemed that she wasn't going to get the choice.<strong> "You weren't kidding were you?"</strong> Elena asked hearing footsteps coming up not far behind him.<strong> "Ok explain what's going on. And who is coming up?"</strong> she asked still confused at to what was really going on. She stood but stayed out of the way of him holding the door for whom ever was coming up.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Edrick</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 01:46:47</strong>
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				(http://thegodmafia.com/Merch/LS/images/LS_Guy_thmb.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dean Rundstedt<br><strong>Location</strong>: Way to Jack's Appartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: see pic<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: none<br><br>Follows the Convey down the roads, that were still mostly empty from lack of adults.&nbsp; His radio station still was not working, so he pops in a godsmack CD.&nbsp; Driving with no music was not an enjoyable thing for him, he knew some people did the whole silence thing while they drove.&nbsp; He smirked at the idea of it, thinking maybe they just sucked at driving so they needed to do the whole ten and two steering wheel style.&nbsp; His smirk disappeared as the streets became familiar, 'yeah..of course'.&nbsp; He thought to himself, as he realized that they were being led back Jack to his place.&nbsp; He takes out another smoke and lite it up while shaking his head slightly.&nbsp; "...control freak", he said to himself.&nbsp; Knowing Jack always had to take the lead, and boss everyone around because his standards were the only acceptable ones in the history of man kind.&nbsp; <br><br>Almost sure where they were going, he takes a quick right and heads to Jack's a different way so he was not spotted by chance following them or pulling up a block away again.&nbsp; This time parking in and old abandoned garage a block away, it was locked, but that didn't slow him down.&nbsp; He had his lock-picks and it was open in two seconds, after that his car was inside out of sight. Walking the rest of the way quickly so he didn't miss anything, he gets to the corner across the street and pokes his head out to see if they were there.&nbsp; He nodded to himself with a smug sense of approval of himself, "...oh dependable Jackle, set my clock by you".&nbsp; Having got there just in time, he notices Jack take his stuff from his bike and head into his place.&nbsp; Small conversation with the others and a few body gestures, plan to see he was directing them inside.&nbsp; He pulled away from the corner and checked his watch; it was getting late, and he knew they wouldn't want to be out at night during the twilight they walked into today.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning from the Apartment as there was nothing to be done now, he walks back to his car to hang out until night fall.&nbsp; Things had to be done, and other things needed to be known.&nbsp; Though he did look over his shoulder in a rare moment of weakness, since she would be there and he didn't plan to see her again on bad terms.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 02:32:20</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:everyone<br><br>Tristyn made his way up the narrow stairs with his hands full of bags filled with canned food.&nbsp; He also held two of the three arctic rated sleeping bags.&nbsp; He chuckled softly as Jack spoke about his friend that was a girl.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I didnt know you were such the ladies man"</span></em></strong> he elboed Jack playfully as he he began to set the items of food down on the kitchen counter.&nbsp; <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"As for sleeping arrangments i can stay in the hall, or the balcony, Ill leave choices up to the others"</span></strong></em>He nodded towards Jacks lady friend <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I'm Tristyn Phoenix, pleasure to meet you"</span></em></strong> He smiled and slipped back into the hallway and down the stairs passing some of the others to grab some more items if needed or to follow up behind to make sure the door was closed and locked firmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 03:59:11</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>Location:</strong> Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone, Tristyn, Michael, <br><br>As Michael touched her hand, Madelyn's heart leapt and sank at the same time. He had an aura of sadness that was nearly tangible. She wasn't sure if anyone else was able to feel it, but just touching him made her want to cry. She just wanted to take him into her arms and lie to him that everything was beautiful and wonderful and perfect. Instead, she nodded silently in response to his simple but heartfelt thanks. <br><br>She had to find a way to shoulder some of his burden for him, but decided for now all she could do was pitch in when he suggested they unload the cars. He squeezed her hand as he released it and she walked towards the truck. She looked around at their rag-tag group and smiled serenely. Somehow, she had a good feeling they could make a go of this. <br><br>From the vehicle she made sure to retrieve her buried backpack, but her bike was still beneath the rest of the gear they'd found. She decided to leave it for now and grabbed the food she'd gathered earlier instead. <br><br>A disturbing thought now crept into Madelyn's mind and given the circumstances of the last few hours she wasn't even sure it was her own. <em>"I would die for him."</em> The words echoing in her mind made her shudder and nearly drop the box of food she was carrying. She recovered easily and reflected on the many reasons she might one day utter that phrase. <em>Dying's a bit harsh isn't it? And who's him?</em> 'Him' could mean anyone of the male part of the species... It could be a profession of faith and devotion, or a literal request to become a martyr. <br><br>She shrugged off the thought. Sometimes strange thoughts were just that - strange thoughts. The fun-size Kit-Kats were still on top of the box she carried and she absentmindedly grabbed another and stuck it between her lips. The satisfying crunch of the candy bar both soothed her nerves and gave her much needed sugar based fuel. She looked at the sky and guessed that it wasn't even lunch yet. If not for the apocalypse, she'd probably be in AP English right now. They were supposed read their assigned sonnets today. Ever the actress, she'd even memorized hers... What would happen to literature in a world where they were fighting to survive? What would happen to Shakespeare?<br><br>She carried her cargo towards where Jack was and would follow him inside. The apartment probably wasn't as small as it seemed but with so many bodies and so much gear, any place could look too small.<br><br>Madelyn briefly considered her bicycle in the bed of the truck. She couldn't remember if she saw anyone grab it so she went down the stairs once more to find that Tristyn was already in the process of 'securing the perimeter' - He was certainly making himself an asset to their little group. She gave him a nod and decided that her bicycle should be just fine. The bed of the truck was covered and she was sure Chrissa would keep an eye on her vehicle. She re-entered the apartment and gave a friendly wave to the black haired beauty that was Jack's girlfriend. She could remember seeing her at school occasionally, but got the feeling she missed or skipped a lot. <strong>"I'm Madelyn. Sorry that we've intruded." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 06:19:58</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>Location:</strong> Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>As people began unloading the supplies from the vehicles, Chris kept an eye on their surroundings. If someone had enough numbers and some weapons, now would be a good time to hit the group of high schoolers and pillage their supplies, since it was all in the one place. That, and most members of the convoy seemed intent on getting inside now, their attention distracted from potential danger. So Chris kept watch, her rifle in hand. She paid particular attention to the streets, looking for the car they'd seen at Tristyn's apartment. There was no sign of it, or it's driver, however.<br><br>Finally, with most of the stuff out of her truck, Chris gathered up an armful of stuff--leaving her right hand free to hold her rifle--and trudged up the stairs to the apartment everyone was trying to get into. She could hear Jack's voice carrying down the stairs and in the hall. <strong>"I'll sleep on the patio,"</strong> she volunteered. She'd slept in her own bed all her life, in her own room, and she'd grown accustomed to having some privacy. And not having to listen to other people snoring. She didn't feel like changing that now, not if she could help it. Plus, being out on the patio would give her a good vantage point to keep an eye on her truck and the other vehicles, in case someone tried to tamper with them over night. It would also give her a bit of privacy to think. Everything was happening so fast, and she needed to think.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 13:24:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Jack's Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead</del>.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Elena, Vivian, Open<br><br>The tough looking girl in the ball cap with the big gun totally ignored Elizabeth.&nbsp; She was glad for Vivian's arm, that silent but always there reassuring presence.&nbsp; Feelings hurt more than a little bit, Elizabeth stood there for a minute, then turned away and went with Vivian to the back of the car.&nbsp; She pulled out their cheer bags and handed Vivian hers.&nbsp; <strong>"Let her sleep on the patio then since she wants to be alone,"</strong> she told Vivian.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe it'll rain,"</strong> the blonde added a little meanly.<br><br>The cheer bag went over her shoulder and she reached up on tiptoes to grab the edge of the hatch and pull it down.&nbsp; The Volvo chirped when she armed the alarm. <strong> "Let's get a good spot, Vivian.&nbsp; Somewhere not in the path to the potty."</strong>&nbsp; Both girls had done so many sleepovers and lockins together through the years that they knew the pitfalls of a crowded room.&nbsp; You didn't set up anywhere near where anyone would be walking.&nbsp; The walls were best, but not near windows, they were drafty, or near doors, the door hit you in the head, and not by the light switches because then everyone stepped on you trying to turn on the light to see you so they wouldn't step on you.&nbsp; Along the way she didn't pick up anything to bring inside.<br><br>There was a pretty, a really pretty, dark haired older girl inside the apartment.&nbsp; She had gorgeous eyes and looked like she'd just rolled out of the bed of a Vogue photo shoot.&nbsp; College girls.&nbsp; They always thought they were so much more mature and sexy.&nbsp; Well, this one was and had the face and figure to prove it.&nbsp; <strong>"Hi.&nbsp; I'm Elizabeth.&nbsp; Elizabeth Goetz and this is Vivian Abasi."</strong>&nbsp; She reached out and took Vivian's hand during the introduction.&nbsp; <strong>"We're cheerleaders at McKinney and thought we'd hang out here during the apocalypse.&nbsp; That okay with you?&nbsp; Viv, give her the bundt cake."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 18:00:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Sidewalk in front of Tristyn's Apartment Complex<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/ Jack, Elena, Madelyn<br><br><strong>"Elena?"</strong> Billy blinked, then shrugged and went along to get some of the supplies. They couldn't leave anything of vital importance out here. He couldn't dismantle his bow any time soon, but he had to carry the case, which had everything he needed to maintain it.<br><br>As he climbed the stairs, he listened to Jack describe Dean, the man that was following them. That didn't inspire much confidence in the stranger. <strong>"I don't mind staying in the hallway if there's not enough space."</strong> He said as he walked up behind Jack. When he laid eyes on the girl that opened the door, his jaw nearly dropped. Elena looked like a model, which made him wonder how Jack got together with someone like her, not that he judged him to harshly. He knew Jack had admirable qualities, specially when he stood up for him at the parking lot, its just that they just didn't show too often. <strong>"Hello there, I'm Billy Wilson. Nice to meet you."</strong> He introduced himself to her, always polite.<br><br>Billy set the things along with the others, then moved over to the living room. He passed Madelyn on the way and smiled, <strong>"Got anymore of that?"</strong> He asked, motioning towards the kit-kat she was munching on. They would wait for Michael, who would probably explain more of what was going to happen soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 18:45:14</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> 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 19:22:41</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Tristyn<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Elena,</strong>" Michael said fondly as he entered the apartment behind Jack. <strong>"I'll explain, so will Jack, just let everyone join us and let me rest a minute." </strong> He didn't comment about Dean. There would be no convincing Jack, and the man's choices were leaning towards violence. Better the others be prepared.<br><br>Continuing into the apartment, the blonde would pull his legs up and sit comfortably on a the recliner. What he <em>really</em> wanted to do was go into the kitchen, grab a cloth, soak it, microwave it, then toss it over his eyes and go to sleep. There would be time for that in a bit, however, so for now he just concentrated on getting rid of his headache and watching the pathways.<br><br>Once everyone was in the apartment, Michael clears his throat loudly and then stands again.<strong> "If you please,"</strong> he says loudly enough to be heard over the burgeoning introductions, <strong>"I'd like to have a word with everyone. I know some of you are uncertain and afraid and others have questions. There's not much time, but I'd like to do what I can before some of you have to leave, so if you could gather in here...it's a little cramped, but we'll fit."</strong><br><br>Moving from the arm chair, he waits for everyone to enter and his face turns to Jack. <strong>"Thank you for letting us stay here,"</strong> he says simply before he "looks" out over the group, <strong>"Introductions should go out first as I know some of you are feeling very alone amongst strangers. If everyone could give their name, then tell a little about themselves and ask any questions or express any worries. It might seem formal, but there's a chance that the people around you could be family, if you let them."</strong> Briefly, his face turns towards Elizabeth.<strong> "And misunderstanding is going to be one of our greatest obstacles. When we're done, I'll answer as many questions as I can, then give some options."</strong><br><br>The blonde took a deep breath.<strong> "I'll start, I suppose. Most of you know me, I'm Michael. I am blind, but I see things, pathways I call them. Choices that go forward and back in time and show me what was and what could be. It's a gift, but it put me in a coma when I was ten. That's why I'm not the best at explaining what I see, and I'm really not that good at socializing."</strong> He took another breath. <strong>"But I want more than anything to see us to a new home where we're safe and can bring hope back to the world."</strong> Smiling weakly, Michael looked to Jack. <strong>"Your home, why don't you start us off."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 23:47:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment Parking Lot/Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Biker Armor<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody, Vivian and Elena specifically<br><br>He would flash Elena a small, slightly sheepish smile; it was like a quiet apology, because he knew this whole situation would be odd and maybe even anxiety-inducing for her. He wished he had been able to call ahead of time, but he never seemed to have the moment to do so; he certainly couldn't do it from the back of his bike.&nbsp; He wished he could have been the one to explain what was going on, but he hoped that his warnings at least did something to prepare her for the shock of what was to come.<br><br>When Vivian asked him about other units, he gave a nod of his head; this occurring moments before Michael's speech. <strong>"Yeah. 228 is a model apartment. It has no furniture, and I think all the plumbing works, but it's locked. That means either busting down the door, or taking a trip over to the office to search for the keys. But, their's a good chance you'd have to break down a door there, too. I could take a trip, if you'd like."</strong><br><br>He was in the process of moving into the kitchen to make an accounting of all the perishable foods they had, and figure out what to do with them all, when Michael began to talk. Jack takes the time to halt what he was doing and watch the other boy, though his mind is still quietly going through a sort of mental catalog of recipes he has. <br><br><strong>"I'm Jack. I love riding motorcycles, rock and roll, cooking, and reading. It's probably a shock to you all, but I actually identify as a Buddhist, though I'm sure their are some who will say I make a lousy one."</strong> And in fact, if anybody was checking out his bookshelf, they'd see a lot of books about Buddhism, Confucianism, and several other philosophies; some from Japan, some from ancient Greece and Rome. Other strange books, like The Art of War, Machiavelli's The Prince, cookbooks; even some science fiction and fantasy books are in there, mixed in along with rosewood statuettes of Guan Yu, Guanshiyin, Buddha, and a few other Eastern things.<br><br><strong>"I can't say I fully know what is going on with the world, but as long as you all prove yourselves to be good people, I'll do what needs to be done to keep us all safe."</strong> <br><br>As for what Michael sees, yes, Jack is definitely being pulled towards the idea of violence against Dean. In his mind, that man was nothing but a threat; and yet, their was also an inner conflict that his stoicism hides, a desire for peace and tranquility, which Michael might be able to pick up on. <br><br><strong>"Elena, would you like to go next?"</strong> He smiled at her in a subtly different way than the last one he gave her. Odd as it was, he had this way of communicating with facial expressions that she would have picked up on over the year they've been together. This time, his smile seemed to be asking her to humor him; though the others ought to be hard-pressed to see anything more than a man smiling at his lover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 01:01:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans, black t-shirt, <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: everyone at the apartment<br><br>Elena had no idea what was going on, or where they were getting all the gear they seemed to be bringing up. Was the world in fact ending? It certainly seemed as if there was some bad shit going down. For a brief moment Elena actually thought about her father. It was stupid and probably a waste of time, but she had the briefest of moments where she worried about him. Shaking her head knowing that she'd probably be better off without him. But still part of her always wished....stepping out of the way Elena tried to help straighten things as they came in. <br><br>Nodding to Tristyn as he introduced himself, <strong>"Nice to meet you."</strong> she said not really knowing what to say. She had seen all these people at school. Though it didn't surprise her that none of them knew her. She had spent more time away then at school in the past years. It was only with Jack's influence that she started making up for lost time. Though normally she'd spend the day alone at Jack's waiting for him to come home. Not wanting others to see what her father had done. But it seemed there was no longer a choice in that matter. As Madelyn introduced herself and apologized Elena smiled softly, <strong>"No worries, worlds fubard right?</strong>" she asked with a soft laugh. Looking to the other girl that came in simply claiming the patio, Elena simply waved.<strong> "Ok..."</strong> shaking her head Elena ran her fingers through her long dark hair. Apparently she should have just stayed in bed last night. <br><br>She moved to help get things set up and in such a way that it wouldn't be in the way to much. Elena looked at to Elizabeth Goetz and Vivian Abasi as they stepped up. She knew them in passing but never really met them. They ran in different social circles after all. <strong>"I've seen you around school, nice to meet you."</strong> she said looking about her, <strong>"I guess pull up a spot." </strong>she said still trying to figure out why or how they were going to accommodate all the people. She waved to Billy and offered him a soft smile as well. <strong>"Hello."</strong> she answered back to him lightly. <br><br>Finally Michael arrived...someone she knew thankfully. She nodded to him and smiled softly,<strong> "I was hoping someone would. Because I'm a little lost at the moment."</strong> she said looking to Jack. Smiling back to him she knew he meant well, and hated dropping this one her. But despite what people though he was always the hero when needed. She walked over and let her hand run along his arm. Just having him close helped with the overwhelming nature of the situation. Leaning against the table as Michael started speaking. She noted that he looked tired, but there wasn't much she could do to help him at the moment. Listening to him and Jack speak, Michael's words only served to confuse her more. He could see things? Becoming a family? She had a family, and was barely able to handle that one. Elena really didn't want to try for a new one. She didn't want to end up carrying anyone else. They were talking like it was the apocalypse and they were having their last stand. As Jack volunteered her she looked at him, but when she saw his face she sighed and nodded. Damn him and that smile, it wasn't fair what he could get her to do with that smile. Straightening up she looked about her a moment,<strong> "Hi I'm Elena, most of you don't know me but that's ok. I never was the greatest student. I love my bike, and I can fix or drive just about anything with a motor and wheels, love music, eating Jack's food,"</strong> she said smiling to him a bit, <strong>"And&nbsp; I'm currently utterly confused at the moment."</strong> she said giving them all a soft smile. Not sharing much about herself Elena didn't really know what to tell them all. <strong>"So ahh..who next?"</strong> she asked looking about the room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 03:30:39</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:everyone<br><br><br>He was the last one into the appartment building since he had run out to grab reamining items.&nbsp; Before accending the stairs quickly he made sure the building was secured and locked. Entering the appartment he nodded to Jack <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"builidin is locked up tight.."</span></em></strong> he began to sort throught things until Mike spoke up.&nbsp; He listened intently to each person and sighed durring introductions time, when it was his turn <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"The names Tristyn Phoenix, im damn sure you've all heard of me, and I dont give a shit what you think or wish to say..."</span></em></strong> he looked towards Jack again <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Um... I got your back when and if you need it...</strong></em></span>.&nbsp; Lifting his hands <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"These are my strengths..."</span></strong></em> his hazel eyes looked towards the short blonde cheerleader. <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...oh and my weakness..."</span></em></strong> his eyes feel before lifting towards maddy who happened to be closest to him <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>"um... I think your next...."</em></strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 17:28:20</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>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open<br><br>It was not Tristyn's words that roused Madelyn from her thoughts. It was the expectant silence. Somewhere nearby something creaked. She really hoped the apartment didn't have a rat infestation. Snakes would be worse though. She'd heard snakes were common in Texas. It was a nice apartment though. They shouldnt have to worry about that tonight. It was probably just the building settling.<br><br>She looked around, vaguely startled to see everyone looking at her expectantly. &nbsp;<strong>"Oh. My turn? Sorry, I thought I heard... whatever, nevermind.... So, introduction, right? Full name Madelyn Melody Verona Kovac. Just call me Maddy. I just moved here in August before school started. I know I talk funny sometimes - It's just Pittsburgheese. So yeah, that's where I'm from. I'm a theatre geek. I sing, I dance, I act, but that was back east at Central Catholic. So... Yes I was a Catholic school girl, I've heard all the stereotypes, and no they're not all true, let's drop it and move on. These days, well since I came here, I'm mostly just a stagehand." </strong> She spoke with a hint of resentment at this revelation, but continued. &nbsp;<strong>"Because of that I learned I'm really good at repairing electronics and carpentry. Other than that... one of my brothers played a lot of Zombie games when I was a kid. It's kind of a Pittsburgh thing - George Romero n'at. So in theory I know how to survive the apocalypse... I mean it could be worse - at least the dead aren't walking. I mean they're not, right, Michael?" </strong> She finished with a weak laugh, but it was difficult to be jovial.<br><br>Madelyn continued and nodded to the blind blonde. &nbsp;<strong>"Michael mentioned family. If this thing is real, and I truly believe it is, my entire family is dead. Dad, my brothers are both a lot older than me... I'll never see them again." </strong> Her voice trailed off before she continued. &nbsp;<strong>"I just want to say this: Everyone in the room is suffering loss right now. That being the case, I'm all on board with building a new family. I feel that it's what our loved ones would want. I dont believe any of us should have to go it alone or decide to just lie down and give up. We have to keep living, and maybe together we can rebuild something that they would be proud of. Something beautiful... You know... I was supposed to recite a sonnet today for English Class. I think it's appropriate, so please, just indulge me." </strong> Ever an actor she knew which words to emphasise for maximum emotional impact.<br><br>She took a deep breath and locked eyes with Jack and Tristyn in turn. <br>&nbsp; <strong> "They that have power to hurt and will do none, <br>&nbsp;That do not do the thing they most do show," </strong><br><br>Now she looked to Michael. <br>&nbsp; <strong> "Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, <br>&nbsp;Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow," </strong><br><br>She smiled at Chrissa as she continued. <br>&nbsp; <strong> "They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces <br>&nbsp;And husband nature’s riches from expense" </strong><br><br>Now Billy bore her two colored gaze. <br>&nbsp; <strong> "They are the lords and owners of their faces, <br>&nbsp;Others but stewards of their excellence." </strong><br><br>Her next couplet she recited to Elizabeth and Vivian then turned toward Elena.<br>&nbsp; <strong> "The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet, <br>&nbsp;Though to itself it only live and die," </strong><br><br>She had made the rounds and made everyone feel as if she was speaking to them and now she focused on the floor as the final four phrases fell from her lips in perfect Iambic pentameter, blissfully unaware that someone else might be listening. <br>&nbsp; <strong> "But if that flower with base infection meet, <br>&nbsp;The basest weed outbraves his dignity: <br>&nbsp;For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; <br>&nbsp;Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds." </strong><br><br>She let the words hang in the air. The sonnet was in some ways a warning to those that would let inhumanity worm it's way into what would become her new family. Though she knew that she sounded like an inspirational speech from a movie or an after school special, she didn't care. Maybe her words could change the minds of people who were still undecided. As this was also her opportunity to ask questions she began. &nbsp;<strong>"Michael I wanted to ask, how did you..." </strong> She would have ended the question with 'share your vision with me.' but thought better of it. It might serve only to cause more unease. She could ask him in private later. &nbsp;<strong>"No, nevermind. I've spent enough time rambling havent I? I'm done. Who's next?"&nbsp; </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 20:24:56</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>Location:</strong> Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Chrissa was staring out the patio windows when her turn came up to introduce herself. She had thought she would be okay with all of these people, but now that she was crowded into one room with them, she was rapidly starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. She gazed out the windows, suddenly wishing she could be back outside, even though it was open and unprotected out there. Having grown up on a ranch, she was used to wide open spaces. She hadn't realized till now how much she loved them.<br><br>She gradually became aware that Maddy had stopped speaking, and Chris was next in the circle of people. She turned slowly, trying to compose her thoughts. <strong>"You can call me Chris,"</strong> she said. <strong>"I lived on a ranch outside of town. Really only came into town for school."</strong> She hesitated. She was supposed to say something about herself. But even though she'd accepted that she needed to get along with these people and work with them in order to survive, that didn't mean she wanted to start gushing about her personal life to them. Her gaze drifted back to the window; she really wanted to be out doing something right now, instead of sitting around making friends. So she skipped to the next item on the list: questions or concerns. <strong>"We need to find a place to get more guns and ammunition,"</strong> she said. <strong>"We'll need them, and the panic is going to start soon. Weapons will be among the first things looted, and we don't want to get caught without them."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 00:40:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead.</del><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><br>Maddy's word made her shiver, but in the nice way.&nbsp; Goosebumps prickled to life on her arms and Vivian was sitting close enough to see the fine baby hairs at the nape of Elizabeth's neck do the same thing.<br><br><strong>"That was really pretty, Madelyn.&nbsp; You made me feel it, really feel it.&nbsp; You're a great actress.&nbsp; You should go to one of those open auditions for, like, Disney Channel or something." </strong> That there was no more Disney Channel, or that it might be an insult to a serious actor didn't cross her mind.<br><br><strong>"Hi!&nbsp; My name's Elizabeth and I'm a cheerleader.&nbsp; Um, so that means I can cheer and spell words one letter at a time by yelling them and I have a lot of spirit.&nbsp; I don't drive so well, maybe you noticed.&nbsp; Oh, and I broke that window to get inside the apartment complex office.&nbsp; That was pretty good, right?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 03:49:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone, Vivian, Chris<br><br>Vivian didn’t seem at all comfortable with this situation. Perhaps she just wanted to be alone with Elizabeth, or maybe she just didn’t trust any of them. Billy could understand such wariness, since they were practically strangers. Still, he decided to drop his two cents on the matter, <strong>“That may be ill advised. If something unexpected happens, its best to be together.”</strong> He didn’t know if she would heed his advice, or even care, but at least he said something. She was free to agree or disagree at her leisure, and take Jack’s offer to get her the keys to the other apartment. <br><br>Billy leaned into the sofa and paid attention to what Michael said. The blonde’s gift still seemed a little strange, but Billy was slowly starting to believe more in it now. These visions seemed to be wearing him out. Understandable, considering that he bled every time he had one. <br><br>Billy wouldn’t necessarily say he understood the concept of having a family much. After all, his parents were mostly absent from his life growing up, and nannies came and went frequently. After his parents divorced, Billy took care of his mother, for clearly she couldn’t take care of herself, but the emotional bond that should exist between mother and child just wasn’t there. At least, he didn’t really feel it there.<br><br>Elena seemed to be out of Jack’s league, but they had a deeper connection than Billy would have guessed at first. They looked to be communicating with each other with simple gestures. It was rather odd to Billy. Tristyn didn’t seem to care for others’ opinion, which could be a problem, but he seemed nice enough, and good looking too. However the looks he exchanged with Elizabeth hinted at some kind of relationship between the two. Elizabeth sure was pretty, if a little ditzy, so Billy could understand the attraction Tristyn, and perhaps even Vivian, seemed to have for the girl.<br><br>Madelyn was a funny one, and not surprising since she was in the drama club. Billy had helped with PR for some of the school plays, but he rarely interacted with anyone other than the president of the club and other organizers far above Madelyn’s rank. Billy smiled softly at her when she directed her eyes towards him and spoke. Chrissa had a more practical approach to their situation, which Billy could certainly respect. <strong>“Yes, as I found out the hard way, having a gun makes a big difference now.”</strong> He chimed after she was done. Elizabeth was as cute and clueless as before, something to be expected by now, but at least her mood had been lifted.<br><br>Billy stood up when it came to his turn, smiled perfectly as he had trained to when addressing others. <strong>“I am Billy Wilson, class president and hopefully a new friend to all of you. I realize we are all very different, but I believe we can make this work. Sure, there are other people out there who may be more aggressive about ‘ruling’ this new world, but only we have Michael. I’m certain that will give us an advantage, but we must be willing to work together, despite our personal fears or doubts. I, for one, want to make sure everyone’s needs are met, so we can make it through this.”</strong> He finished confidently, hoping to lift their spirits a bit. Then he sat back down and waited for the others to finish the introductions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 07:15:33</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> Apartment Interior<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Dark eyes glance up as she looks towards the crowd, the person next to her, Billy, had introduced himself as had Elizabeth who was standing just to the other side of her as well, so she supposed it was her own turn.<br><br><strong>"I'm Vivian..."</strong> She began trailing off for a moment as she once again glanced at the faces in the group. Could she explain more? Go into detail about her life, her past, her last -name-? Sure... but what would it matter? She was under no illusions, she was the dead-weight. Those around her with their marksmanship ability, their mechanical aptitude, their years of near-military training. She had none of that. Four years of Krav Maga instruction, basic first-aid for the summer working as a lifeguard, the bare basics of how to use, aim, and fire a pistol that was it. In a group of survivalists she had nothing to offer and she knew it.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, Vivian..."</strong> With that she quiets down. It was enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 21:11:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead.</del><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><br>No, it wasn't.<br><br><strong>"Vivian's amazing,"</strong> Elizabeth piped up without giving the next person a chance to talk.&nbsp; "She won't say it, and is probably wanting to pinch me right now for saying it, but she is.&nbsp; There's no one, no one you can count on as much as Vivian if she chooses to be your friend and you choose to be hers."<br><br>She gave her friend a look of equal mix love and adoration.&nbsp; <strong>"Vivian won't ever let you fall.&nbsp; She'll always come get you, no questions asked, and take care of you.&nbsp; She never takes any credit for it, never asks for anything, but she's the most bestest wondefulest person in the world."</strong><br><br>Elizabeth looked at the group as a whole.&nbsp; <strong>"Vivian's my friend.&nbsp; You better be nice to her."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Edrick</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 22:30:12</strong>
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				(http://thegodmafia.com/Merch/LS/images/LS_Guy_thmb.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name</strong>: Dean Rundstedt<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's Appartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: see pic<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: none<br><br>He made his way back to his car, there was his lunch inside ready for him.&nbsp; He has not had any food since morning, and the food in his car sounded great right about now.&nbsp; He usually kept food in his car, because he would be out a lot.&nbsp; He had business to run, people to meet, and others to pull into his business.&nbsp; That took time, and lots of hanging around at the places people chilled at.&nbsp; He knew the spots, he ran most of the places from the shadows.&nbsp; Business owners were easily persuaded in such things, they wanted money and usually always willing to look the other way as long as they don't get their hands dirty.&nbsp; After he ate his lunch, drank a beer, and finished another smoke he figured it was long enough time.<br><br>Making his way to Jack's apartment quickly, taking the back way.&nbsp; A quick look as he crossed the front, to see that everyone was gone and probably already inside.&nbsp; He got closer, slowly making his way to the side balcony as he did not see any around.&nbsp; Quietly climbing up onto the second floor balcony, remaining low to stay against the wall and under the windows.&nbsp; Looking up slightly from below out of sight, he saw the first window was to the kitchen so he went to the two windows on the other side. Taking out a knife from his belt, a small knife compared to some, but not a weak little pocket one.&nbsp; It held a 3 inch blade and he held it out near the window, a small object that wouldn't be noticed he was sure.&nbsp; But with it, he could tilt it here and there to get a reflection and see who was inside.&nbsp; He nodded to himself, it was the whole group he had been following.&nbsp; They had been focusing on the guy who needed help out of the car at the last apartment building, for some reason he had a feeling this guy was leading them and so had to know what was going on for them to follow him so blindly.&nbsp; But he has been wrong before, though he did not have many options at this point.<br><br>From his pocket he pulled a small USB- Cable- Wire- Camera, that he used many times spying on people.&nbsp; &nbsp;Including making his big pay out, of filming the girl's locker room back in high school.&nbsp; Finding the vent cover that all buildings have, he quickly unscrews it and places the transmitter and wire inside.&nbsp; Pushing the wire through the vent inside the apartment just barely, before adjusting it to focus on the group as he could barely making out some of them already starting to touch in their gathering.&nbsp; A Mic was added, then the vent on the outside closed back up and he was gone.&nbsp; Unlikely to be heard or seen, he was an expert doing these kinds of things.&nbsp; The kids inside might be trying to go all rambo, but they were just kids that were probably ignorant of street and crime life.<br><br>With his hardware in place, he left it transmitting directly to him.&nbsp; Placing an ear phone in his ear, listening to what was said inside the room&nbsp; while he took care of some more business.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sneaking from car to car in the parking lot, staying out of sight by staying under them.&nbsp; He spent probably the most of the time they were having their meeting, using his tools he had quickly fetched from his car to take out important parts from all the cars and trucks.&nbsp; Making it so they were not drive-able, but at the same time very hard to see it was messed <br>with.<br><br>(http://images.excheap.com/imagecache/USB-Cable-Wire-Camera---Snake-Borescope-70131310293.JPG)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 23:22:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/thumb/Actors/jakeaustinwalker/jakeaustinwalker_1298575318.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Thomas Baker<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the door of jacks apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black T-shirt, grey Cargo pants, goggles on his forehead, an M4 carbine assault rifle on his back, and a shotgun in hand<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: open<br><br>Those currently in jacks apartment would abruptly hear a rather unfriendly knocking on the door. "So which one of you slick bastards are going around fucking with cars hm? you're the only other people here so someone in here's gotta know!" Anyone that may have known from from school, he was Thomas Baker, or Tom as he preferred to be called. This display though was one that no one would have expected from him in his lifetime. He was always very quite, conserved, hard pressed to find friends in fact. "I'm trying to go about, mind my own, load up in the truck to try and catch some game, then BOOM, she wont turn over. I just had that truck serviced a couple of weeks ago, so can I PLEASE, have an answer as to why were fucking around with each others transportation now." The inner survivalist implanted by his dad was hell bent out of shape because of this. They were the only other ones he saw in the complex so they HAD to know something. Its clear in his demeanor that he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but in these times, carrying around a couple weapons never hurt anyone. He didn't know exactly WHO was in there, even if it was people from school, but he knew a group of people were there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 20:42:29</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Tristyn<br><br>Michael's face turned towards Jack as the biker spoke and he smiled, the last words he spoke being just what he had hoped to hear. When the girls got to know him, they'd understand that they would be safe just because of him. The fact that he could cook also warmed him as little things like that kept slipping his mind. The last year had given him a crash course on how to take care of himself, but they wouldn't exactly have a microwave around.<br><br>Elena was up next and Michael's smile softened. Okay, so he had a crush on the girl, not that he'd ever do anything about it. She was with Jack and they were perfect together; he'd seen it, he knew it, but his emotions didn't want to heed his brain. Unfortunately, it looked like there would be little to not time for explanations as Dean made his first choice and, like Jack had predicted, it wasn't for the light. The blonde's face turned towards the camera, then away again. There were too many choices about to be made so he couldn't see a clear path, so Michael remained silent as Dean started taking apart the cars. It made him very uncomfortable to interfere where there could be so many outcomes.<br><br>Tristyn brought his attention back to the group and he let out a light sigh, but there wasn't much one could do to conquer people's insecurities with a few sentences. Next was Madelyn and Michael smiled once again, brightly, as she spoke. It was just what he'd been asking for and she was turning out to be far more than he had expected. Shaking his head at her walking dead question, he felt the smile fade as she spoke of her grief, but she was right about them needing to keep going. There would be time for grief, but it wasn't now. Then she recited her sonnet and he was forced to take a breath. That's what he knew he needed to be, like stone, because he couldn't force the others to decide who they saved and who they left behind. It was up to him to choose the hard ways, the ways that lead to hope, even if girls like the freshman cheerleaders would suffer for it. Exhaling, Michael wondered if God would forgive him.<br><br>Madelyn cut off her question, so Chrissa was next to speak. She paused and he realized how difficult should would be to reach, to make feel at home here, but they needed her. The practical way she spoke proved it and Michael nodded to her in agreement, though he wasn't sure when he'd get to tell them about their next destination thanks to Dean.<br><br>Elizabeth spoke up next and brightened the mood and he couldn't help but laugh, though Michael realized she might think he was laughing <em>at</em> her and quickly stifled it. It was just hard for him to be unhappy with her around - well, as long as he wasn't paralyzed with fear over eminent death, anyways. Already she was proving to be a rock for some, even if her presence did come with a little drama.<br><br>Next up was Billy and Michael found himself staring at his feet and blushing. All he could do was hope that he could live up to those expectations. That and hope no one would be mad at him for saying nothing as Dean broke all their cars.<br><br>Turning towards Vivian, he gave her an encouraging smile that faltered as she stopped speaking. Thankfully Elizabeth took up for her, but left out the real reason she was here. Michael opened his mouth to mention her first aid skills, but shut it quickly and turned towards the door just before the shouting started. Then he let out a soft sigh and, as the shouting stopped, pointed towards the camera without looking at it again. <br><br><strong>"We're being watched,"</strong> Michael said simply, <strong>"and the cars have been disabled, though I doubt it's nothing Elena can't handle."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 21:50:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong>Biker Armor<br><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody<br><br>Unlike Michael, whom made it obvious with expressions and actions how he felt about most who talk, Jack remained quiet and stoic; even without the helmet to hide behind, he wasn't one to show what he was feeling, unless he thought it necessary, or on those rare occasions when he was shocked or taken by particularly powerful emotions. <br><br>Like when Michael announces that they're being watched; likewise, when Thomas comes hollering at the door. His calmness fades into a visage of cold anger; the kind that led to well-thought out and carefully planned vengeance, rather than the sort of white-hot anger that would lead to yelling, screaming, and throwing things. <br><br>He walks over to the door, and opens it up, speaking as he does so. <strong>"Tom,"</strong> He started, knowing the other mans first name, just from time spent around the apartment, <strong>"The guy doing it isn't in our group. His name is Dean. A thug and a drug peddler, and general asshole who delights in ruining other peoples things."</strong><br><br>He leaves the door open, hoping that Thomas will enter, or stay, but either way, calm down when he realizes they're not at fault here, and are, in fact, victims right along with him. He heads over to the vent where Michael indicated, pops the damned thing open, and spends all of a few moments finding the device.<br><br><strong>"You better hide, Dean. The way things are, the world is sliding right back into a system of frontier justice. For your sake, I hope you paid attention in history class enough to know what I mean."</strong> He spoke those words directly into the mic, which, even with a normal, inside voice, should transmit very loudly to Dean, because of his proximity to the mic.<br><br>&nbsp;A few moments later, the snoop would be met with silence as the device, along with the camera, is yanked into the apartment, destroyed in Jack's very hands with a surprising degree of adrenaline-fueled strength, and deposited into the trash bin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 23:46:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans, black t-shirt, <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack,Dean, moving past Tom<br><br>Elena listened to the others as they went on about who they were. How could they be speaking of things like it was expected? Like they were perfectly fine with the whole world ending. She barely knew any of these people, and now she was expected to face the end of the world with them. In a normally day none of these people never said two words to her. How was she supposed to trust them? Elena leaned against a wall not saying a word as they all spoke around her. Even their families and loved ones were gone. Not that she had many people that could count for that. Jack and in a sick way her father. It was probably stupid to worry of such an ass hole. But still he was the only family she had left. It hurt to know that she was suddenly that much more alone. <br><br>When they started speaking about a camera and Dean she took a breath and brought her mind back to the present. <strong>"He's what?"</strong>&nbsp; she looked towards the door and sighed. Running her hands through her hair in frustration. Jack hated Dean for more than one reason. They already had bad blood and this wasn't helping. Great end of the world and she was going to have to keep them from killing one another. She blinked, <strong>"Wait the cars...he wouldn't."</strong> she groaned moved heading for the door. Slipping past Jack and Tom, <strong>"I'll be right back. I'll get him to stop what he was doing."</strong> she said and probably punch him if he was messing with her bike. Of all the things to mess up in her life, most anyone knew not to touch her bike. Maybe she could talk some sense into him, if it really was the end of the world. Then they would need to try and get along. She stopped knowing that she should say more to Jack before heading downstairs. Looking to him she smiled, <strong>"I'll be careful promise, but we can't let him take the cars apart...or our bikes. And I'm the best bet we have in talking some sense into him."</strong> she said knowing it would more than liking just end up in a fight if they were to talk it over. She kissed Jack lightly and turned as she took a breath and headed down stairs to try and figure out what or why he was doing what he was doing. Not sure if he or any of the others would fallow she still headed down the stairs. <br><br>Elena ran a bit down the stairs, her bare feet making a sound as she made her way to the parking lot. Through the gate and quickly to the parking lot. She kept her eyes open for Dean, if it was really him. But it was true she was their best bet in talking some sense into him. Even if she knew Jack hated the idea. <strong>"Dean?"</strong> she called out, <strong>"Dean seriously...just come here and stop fucking around."</strong> she stood and looked over the cars. Was he still under one of them or hiding from her?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 06:09:52</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone, Elena &amp; Dean<br><br>Tristyns head ached slightly from what was being processed.&nbsp; Michael expected this rag tag group of kids to be the ones to truly save the world.&nbsp; But how? and from who? and how did his life fit into the scheme of things.&nbsp; He was about to open his mouth to interupt when they talked about Dean outside.&nbsp; He never met the kid however there had been a few times when he thought about forking some money over to the kid to kick Scotts ass into next week without Tristyn catching the blame.&nbsp; But those days were gone now, and he had to look forward to protecting this group with what skills and knowledge he had.&nbsp; He could do it, he was talling himself, well more like forcing himself to "be" there mentally when people needed him so he could react accordingly like he had been taught.&nbsp; His eyes looked around starting at Elizabeth and ending with the blind kid <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"....Michael, what do you 'see' is causing this to happen? where exactly are we going to? and what roles do we fill in this plan?"</span></em></strong> he was about to continue this barage of questions till his eyes widen <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...The Trans AM... that fuck..."</span></em></strong> he cracked his knuckles before starting towards the stairwell.&nbsp; They could pretty much tell the sense of anger rising in his eyes as he thought about his car being messed with.&nbsp; Itwould be wise for someone should stop himbefore hurting someone or getting hurt. But he briskly pushed past Tom the new guy and started down the steps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 22:38:17</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>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Madelyn was sure she jumped when the pounding on the door started. Though she shouldn't have been, she was strangely surprised that there was still anyone else at the complex. She'd just been thinking about how sometimes groups need to be threatened by an outside force to really begin to bond as a coherent unit. Almost on cue, Michael informed them that someone was doing just that. Jack immediately assumed it was the creepy guy from earlier, but she had to admit it was a reasonable assumption. Especially since they had history. <br><br>The new guy at the door looked upset, but reasonable enough. Maybe he'd join up with them too. Elena walked past him and made for the stairs, and shortly thereafter, Tristyn followed, visibly upset. Her head started to hurt in anticipation of the forthcoming confrontation. This wouldn't do at all. <br><br>She opened her backpack and pulled the dull hatchet out. She slid the handle into a belt loop on her jeans and let it hang from there before expressing her thoughts. <strong>"What's the point of it? Isn't it kind of a stupid plan? I mean, disabling all the vehicles. What is that supposed to accomplish? I mean stranding a bunch of desperate people in a small area with you... Won't that just end badly?" </strong> She looked around then blushed as she realized she wasn't really contributing anything useful. <br><br><strong>"Ok. Here's what I think. If he's as dangerous as you say, there's safety in numbers... Who knows, maybe he can be diplomatic? Maybe Billy and Chrissa could stay on the balcony. They have ranged weapons."</strong> She spoke in a strange detached sort of way as she strategized aloud. <strong>"Melee fighters should all go down to the parking lot. Those of us who can't fight, we could stay here and defend."</strong> The girl had watched her brothers play one too many video games perhaps. <br><strong><br>"What do you think, Michael?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 20:14:34</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>Location:</strong> Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Chris had at first been keeping a general eye on things out the windows around the balcony, but her field of view was limited. And as the talking continued to drone on, she found herself having a harder and harder time focusing on keeping some sort of watch. It wasn't until now that she realized just how tired she was. She'd been up and around probably much earlier than most or all of these other kids, as she had chores to do on the ranch before coming to school. But beyond that, the stress of the situation...it was exhausting. She started in surprise as someone started pounding on the door, and others indicated that something was going on down in the parking lot. Someone was disabling the cars?<br><br>Sudden rage flowed through her at the thought of someone messing with her truck. Sure, it was kind of an old truck and nothing pretty to look at. But it was HERS; she'd babied it for years now. Not to mention that any sort of transportation was invaluable right now. She flung open the door to the balcony and stepped out, her rifle in hand, already searching for the culprit. She didn't know who it was the others were talking about, but she figured she would be able to determine who was at fault. <strong>"If I see him, I'm going to shoot him," </strong>she warned. She could be forgiving of most things...but not when someone messed with her truck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 21:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WYEK6.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elizabeth Goetz<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots, <del>sunglasses on her forehead.</del><br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Open<br><strong><br>"Tristyn!"</strong> she called out as he left, surprising even herself.&nbsp; <strong>"Be... Be careful,"</strong> Elizabeth asked, then looked away.&nbsp; That car, that link to his father, meant a lot to him and if he thought it was being hurt it would be like the night Tristyn thought she and him were being picked on.&nbsp; That had ended in violence, only this time the stakes were much higher than a mere brawl over who got to say they were her boyfriend.<br><br>Then, there guns.&nbsp; Guns and axes and people talking crazy.&nbsp; Chrissa was out on the balcony, looking like that Nazi camp commander in Schindler's List, gazing out over the prisoners and deciding which one he wanted to murder.&nbsp; There was a completely new person inside, carrying TWO guns, big boomy looking ones, and Tristyn had his fists and Madelyn was going to go all Lizzie Borden on someone it looked like.<br><strong><br>"Everyone just stop it!&nbsp; Michael says everyone we care about is dying right now and all you want to do is kill those who might survive?&nbsp; Just stop it!"</strong>&nbsp; She turned towards Michael.&nbsp; <strong>"Make them stop.&nbsp; Make them behave,"</strong> she pleaded.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 22:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone<br><br>The loud bangs on the door seemed to have the same effect on almost everyone in the room—they nearly jumped out of their seats. The person on the other side of the door, Thomas, was upset about someone tinkering with his car. Billy was about to dismiss his claims, but Michael confirmed that someone was indeed sabotaging their rides. Jack assumed it was this Dean person that had been following them. It made sense, so now they had to do something about it.<br><br><strong>“Hello there, I’m Billy Wilson.”</strong> He said to Thomas, introducing himself. As Tristyn left to face Dean, Billy heard Elizabeth’s concerned words and realized these two were more than they appeared. The tone in her voice reflected great worry, which only meant they were, or had been, close at some point.<br><br>Billy was about to follow the others outside, but Elena seemed to take charge and went to talk to the man, hoping to reason with him and avoid violence. Billy knew what he would do in regards to Dean, but he would let the handling of that situation to the others for the moment. Maybe what Dean was doing didn’t make much sense, as Madelyn said, but nothing made sense today. Who knew what that man had in mind? Perhaps he wanted to isolate them.<br><br><strong>“I’ll check what I can see from up here.”</strong> Billy said as he moved to the small balcony along with Chrissa and looked out to the parking lot. He stayed there, despite Elizabeth’s cries to avoid violence. She was too naïve, too innocent, for this world. She had not been pointed a gun at, either, so how would she know he and Jack were almost gunned down at the school. How would she understand how things had changed in just mere hours? If this Dean fellow pulled out a gun, Billy would silence him, snipe him from up here. That is, if Chrissa didn’t do it first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 23:00:50</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> Apartment Interior<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>The knock, the commotion, the weapons that seem to just suddenly -appear- and be in almost everyone's hands. Everything was unraveling. Calls for blood and retribution were being yelled already as a group moves out the door, ready to kill for anything. 'Frontier Justice' the words were spoken by the one known as "Jack" and the thing that truly frightened her is that he was right. The 'world' had ended but a handful of hours ago and already any sort of society or rules were gone. Without evidence, and without the thought to just stop someone who might be doing something wrong, it was bloodlust. She hated being right some times. How long would it be before it simply became the 'strongest rule the weaker through violence'.<br><br>She sighs and shakes her head, Elizabeth's exclamation about the safety of Tristyn made her dark eyes shift towards her friend for a moment. The tone of her voice, the pitch of her shout. It was dripping with emotion, perhaps Elizabeth truly -did- feel for him. And if she did, then... well... maybe in this new world where&nbsp; the strongest take what they want and kill anyone they want he would be able to protect her from those that are even worse.<br><br>She always wanted to go on to college, and had hoped to major in History. It was interesting to her, and she enjoyed reading about it, even when it was not 'assigned'. Perhaps it gave her a unique point of view. It was a pattern... First it was those who was threatening the 'group' that was subject to violence. And then... it was anyone who was different. A cursory look around the room... Showed her -she- was the one who was different.<br><br>Everything was spiraling out of control, anarchy, and she was stuck in the very dangerous center of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 00:54:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/thumb/Actors/jakeaustinwalker/jakeaustinwalker_1298575318.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Thomas Baker<br><strong>Location</strong>: At the door of jacks apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black T-shirt, grey Cargo pants, goggles on his forehead, an M4 carbine assault rifle on his back, and a shotgun in hand<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: open<br><br>It helped a great deal that the first person he clearly heard was Jack. While it may not appear to be the most social relationship, Tom and Jack were relatively good friends. He lowers teh weapon in his hands fully, putting the safety on. He walks into the apartment and Leaves the Shotgun at the door, though he was promptly semi-pushed aside from a&nbsp; few upset people trying to get out the door. He looks at the gathered, <strong>"Nice to see you're well Jack</strong><br><br>Billy was the first to introduce himself. Seeing that people were still able to act humane was a slight relief to see. <strong>"Tom, Tom Baker"</strong> He said offering a handshake before the young man moved outside with a few of the others. Inside though, Tom noticed Vivian and Elizabeth in a very alarmed state as to how everyone else was getting. He tried to rest an affirming hand on Elizabeth's shoulder first.<strong> "Take it easy..I know it's easier said than done, but more shoutng in cause of anxiety, topped with the shouting on anger..Just take a few breaths." </strong><br><br>He felt guilty saying that, as maybe he should have done that himself before approaching like he did however, his attention turns to Vivian, calmly approaching her and setting his remaining gun against the wall, coming up next to her, resting his hand on her in the same manner. She looked familiar to him, perhaps it was a girl he liked in class? perhaps the same with Elizabeth? He likely wouldnt know for sure until he knew their names. In the meantime he ask <strong>"Whats the matter?"</strong> He ask her, trying to place another supportive hand on Vivian's shoulder this time, hoping a calmer presence could help her calm down as well.<br><br>They evidently had a run in with whoever may have been doing this before. For now, he would stay in Jacks apartment, as he decided. Strength in numbers after all, though eventually later he would need to get his stockpile of equipment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 21:29:22</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Thomas<br><br><strong>"Justice?"</strong> Michael repeated, confusion in his voice as Jack yelled into the mic. Then all the pathways pulsed and began to change, the lines disappearing and shifting all at once. It left Michael reeling and it took every ounce of control he had no to slip and become lost in all that was happening. Not that he could tell what would happen. The choices were changing too fluidly for that, too quickly. When he came back to himself, half the people had moved to kill a man, not in self-defense, but because he was a thief, and Elizabeth was shouting at him.<br><br>Alarm flashed over the blind man's features, but he knew she was right, though not in the way she said it. Turning to Jack, he took a hesitant step forward and froze, the way he normally "saw" vanishing as, in his weakness, he could only concentrate on staying out of the web of choices. <strong>"Jack, listen to yourself,"</strong> Michael pleaded, <strong>"I <em>know</em> you have history with Dean, but only one other here has. They're just vehicles that we can replace. He's <em>just </em>a thief and you would kill him. How is that justice?" </strong><br><br>Taking a breath, Michael forced himself to <em>see </em>long enough to make it to Jack's side and put a hand on his forearm, squeezing hard. <strong>"The future depends on what you do today,"</strong> he quoted, <strong>"I need you to hold this group in the Light, Jack. You are the strongest, you're sense of right and wrong is pure, but your anger clouds that. Justice, Jack, and if not for that than because <em>we do not have time for this</em>. You will kill someone, if you do not stop them and I am not saving us so we can become like <em>him</em>."</strong> Michael released Jack's arm, took a step back and swayed a little as he placed a hand over his eyes. <strong>"I will guide you, but not into the Darkness. If we go there, you will lose me and may God have mercy on our souls."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 00:55:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red t-shirt, blue denim jeans. <br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Elena (Mentioned), Tristyn (mentioned), Chrissa, Billy, Michael, Tom, Elizabeth<br><br><strong>"Good to see you, too, Tom. You can relax around here. These are good people."</strong> He would say to his friend. Then, his attention turned towards those two whom had stepped out onto the balcony<strong>"Black short hair, muscular physique.&nbsp; Caucasian. Earring in the left ear only. Probably has some fancy, expensive watch."</strong> These words were addressed to Chrissa and Billy, giving them some idea of what he looked like. He couldn't be sure how well of a glimpse they had caught of him back at Tristyn's place, and he wouldn't want either of them taking shots at someone that didn't deserve it.<br><br>Meanwhile, though concerned about his girlfriend and regular friend, Elena and Tristyn going off like that, he was fairly certain that Tristyn wouldn't go off and do something half-cocked; and he was also quite certain that Elena would not go back to Dean, no matter what he said or did. Nor would Dean hurt her; at some point, she had meant too much to him, and he doubted that had changed any. So, while thinking of these things, he gets the hot leather armor off of his body, and the leather chaps (which went right over his jeans), too. He just takes it off in the kitchen, knowing full well that the bottom layer would remain firmly in place. <br><br>These items, for now, find their way onto his bed; they're just thrown onto it, so he could technically remain in the living room, listening to the others; particularly Elizabeth, as she shouted. <strong>"He's not just a survivor. He's an egomaniac who only cares about himself. He makes his living by sharping, swindling, and ruining peoples lives. He exploits others. He's dangerous. Do you really think someone who enjoys getting people strung out on drugs, then forcing them to do horrible things for their next fix, is the kind of person we want around? Especially if he's already proving to be an antagonist."</strong> His answer was cold, and calm, as he moved back towards the kitchen.<br><br>Then, Michael felt the need to speak. Admittedly, he was at least rational, and did bring up a good point. Jack took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly, as he got a bottle of cold water from the fridge. He was parched, and took a few moments to drink from it, before responding.<strong>"I am listening to myself. I'm also thinking about the future. I know I can't see things the way you do, but no matter how I look at it, I can't help but see us being in danger so long as he's around. It's vehicles now, but think about it; you're the one who mentioned the importance of getting out of here, and fast. He's making that difficult. Considering none of us knows how to hotwire a car, and we're not likely to just find some keys in the ignition, just waiting for us to use them, we are now at a serious risk, are we not?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Furthermore, if we were to walk, that will leave us vulnerable, fatigued, and moving at a mere fraction of the pace we could cover with cars. We'd also have to abandon supplies; combine that with using them up more quickly, especially things like clean drinking water, and we run into yet another very real risk of danger. A situation he created, and which, given the opportunity to do so, he is likely to exploit to further harass us."</strong><br><br><strong>"Maybe you're right. But he is a threat, and diplomacy is not something that will work on him. What else can we do? Do we just let him continue to sap us, sabotage us at every chance he get, steal our things, possibly try to kidnap some of the women in our group, possibly kill some of us if he's given the chance and the reason to do so? Let him extort us?I just don't see any option that isn't baring our throat to a wolf that doesn't even bother to use sheep's clothing. If their was, I'd take it, because I know exactly what it is that I was talking about."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 02:32:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans, black t-shirt, <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Dean, Tristyn<br><br>Elena made her way to the parking lot just in time to see Dean stand and look to her. She yelled for him and watched as he started to back away. Oil on his hands along with a wrench. <strong>"Dean...why?"</strong> she asked her tone disappointed as she step forward. It was kind of said how she wanted to get him to understand. How she wished he wasn't like he was now. There were a few times she had known him as a good guy. Despite what he did to her or what he sold her. Though standing there looking at what he was doing she couldn't help but start it was all wishful thinking. <br><br>He started to turn,<strong> "Dean..."</strong> she started towards him and sighed as he turned and ran without saying a word to her. She wasn't going to chase after him, if he wanted to go down this path then fine. But part of her couldn't help but feel disappointed in it. She turned to see Tristyn,<strong>"If you’re looking to bunch someone he just ran off that way." </strong>she said pointing over her shoulder and walked over to the cars. <strong>"It is going to take me a bit to figure out what he did. If you could tell Jack that Dean ran off and that I may have to run to the shop for parts and possibly tools."</strong> she sighed and lay on the ground in front of the first car. She wasn't happy for a great many reasons, but in the end she kept her cool. Though part of her thought something was wrong with her because she still worried for the two most destructive people in her life. She thought of Jack and smiled, she still didn't see what he saw in her. And would forever think he deserved better, but in the end she was more than happy to have him in her life. Seeing Dean reminded her how bad she had gotten and how Jack had saved her life. <strong>"I might need help if I do in fact have to take these cars back to the shop." </strong>she said having no idea how much Dean had done or to how many cars. If the world was coming to an end, then hopefully she'd be able to fix them all by morning. <br><br>Elena shifted her body up under the car and started looking over what could have been done. Thankfully with only having a short of time on his hands there was only so much he could do. So she looked over the things she would do to disable a car. Things pop the distributor cap, take the rotor, and put the distributor cap back on. She could also pop the shift plate off and disconnect the shifter connector. And if he really wanted to endanger them he could go for something like the break lines.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 03:07:35</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Thomas<br><br><strong>"He's a threat you're going to not defend against, but chase down and kill,"</strong> Michael said softly as he followed behind the man, exactly in his footsteps so he din't run into something. <strong>"Not only that, I'm telling you someone else will die because you want him dead. He's gone, Jack. If you need to blame someone for this, blame me for not seeing it."</strong> The blind man sighed. <strong>"Elena can fix the cars, I can find us new parts or new cars. We won't be on foot. Trust in me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 04:20:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red t-shirt, blue denim jeans. <br><strong>Tagging: </strong> Michael<br><br><strong>"Because I see no other alternatives; the only way to truly defend against a threat is to pose too much of a threat to it, to weed it out, or avoid it. As much as I hate to admit it, he's too crafty for a large group like us to avoid; and he's too cocksure to be dissuaded from his course of action. What's left, then?"<br><br>"We find a way to get rid of him, someone or something else gets to him, or we leave him alone to victimize us. What else can be done? Give me an alternative that works, and I'll gladly go with it."</strong> And Michael should be able to see something here; beyond the hate, which certainly factored into his decision making, their lay something else. He truly could not see another option; Jack really did see only one door, and if their were many, all he needed was to be made aware of them. But it would take another person to do that. <br><br><strong>"And no, I won't blame you. This isn't your fault. You shouldn't feel responsible for it, either. As for Elena fixing the cars, sure, she can, if we run to get the tools; and that's assuming he hasn't completely messed up the cars. Sugar can't be taken out of gas tanks, and cut brake lines can't just be stitched shut." </strong> Not that he knew what had been done, these were just some of the things he could think of to sabotage a car, and which could not be easily fixed.<br><br>He drank more of the water, then set it down, and turned his attention elsewhere: the food they got.&nbsp; Doing something else would also do wonders to getting him to return to his fully calm state. It also kept him from showing a weakness in front of anyone else; how he couldn't really trust anyone else. It was a problem he's had for a long time, and which Elena had been helping him out with, even if she wasn't aware of it. But he's just been betrayed and abused one too many times for trust to be something easily given. That was also the reason why he always felt like he had to do everything; because, ultimately, he couldn't trust others to do it. <br><br><strong>"Anybody want something to drink? I have soda, juice,&nbsp; and bottled water. And we have a lot of food, so if anybody wants to make a lunch order, I can get to it." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 05:49:36</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place, Appartment Parking lot<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone, Elena &amp; Dean<br><br>His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were shinning white.&nbsp; His teeth were gritting together as he purst out into the parking area of Jacks appartment complex.&nbsp; Anger flooded over him as darkened hazeled eyes searched his suroundings, subtly he'd be doing the group a favore by ending this fools activities against the group.&nbsp; However as Dean raced off around the bend he planted and turned, ready to take off full force after the kid.&nbsp; His experience with track would lead him to the thug within moments as he began to move towards that direction.&nbsp; <br><br>However Jeffersons voice inched its way into his head <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Let it go Tristyn, vent it out... release the anger, dont let it flood you, dont let it control you"</span></em></strong> after about ten feet he slowed and looked back towards the apartment and the girl under the car.<strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...dammit..."</span></em></strong> he said as he took a deep breathe and began a light jog back to Elena. <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"So, what are we going to need?"</span></em></strong> he said as he approched, he knelt down in front of the Trans AM before smaking the hood softly <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"What the hell does this prove?"</span></em></strong><br><br>He stood up with a look of disgust on his face before reentering the building and sprinting softly up the steps into Jacks appartment.&nbsp; Hazel eyes shifted towards the groups unanounced leader <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Jack, he did a number on the cars, Elena said she could fix them up, but we need to do a supply run..."</span></strong></em> his eyes looked to the rest of the room as he continued <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"..and...sadly Dean lives to fuck up another day..."</span></strong></em> his cheek bone twitched as he knew he couldnt punish corupt deeds done against the group, yet he relaxed, showing he was slowly being able to control his anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 15:26:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone<br><br>Contrary to the initial impression of Thomas, he seemed like a nice person. It was good to have a new, reassuring voice in the group. Some of the girls were starting to freak out, but he was right on top of that. Billy hid his smirk when the redhead tried to comfort Vivian. She was obviously not quick to trust, and overprotective of Elizabeth, so he knew she would give him some attitude.<br><br>The humor vanished from his face when Michael started fighting his visions. It caught Billy’s attention, and so did his words. He would keep his real thoughts to himself, as he did most of the time, but it was quite clear the group was divided between how to handle these situations. It seemed like Michael was trying to keep things clean, but Billy wasn’t sure that was even possible. Also, the way Michael spoke, Billy wondered what else Michael knew and wasn’t telling them. He’d have to ask him about that in private later.<br><br>By the time he turned back to look down, only Elena and Tristyn were there. The person who was breaking their cars was probably gone by now. The discussion between Michael and Jack continued, and Billy knew that Jack was right. <strong>“Tell me something, Michael. Would it be preferable for us to lose one of our own, than to compromise the moral integrity of our actions?”</strong> It was something everyone else had to ask themselves. They could try and argue that they shouldn’t let the world change them, but the world had forced the change. And if they didn’t change with it, they would be the ones to pay for it later.<br><br>Tristyn returned not long after, and Billy settled back inside. The threat had passed for now. He wasn’t very hungry at the moment, though.<strong> “I understand some of you are concerned about the violence, but there are people out there who mean to do us harm. I saw that when Denny pulled that gun on us. So I’m glad we have people here who are willing to fight and defend the group. If not for them, I don’t think there’d be any point in traveling together. We might as well run around scavenging what people like Denny and Dean leave behind.”</strong> This new world was going to get wild and feral. Delicate people would be chewed up and spit out, and eventually not make it. <strong>“We have to learn to be mentally strong from here on out.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 19:31:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br><strong>"...kill?"</strong> Maddy said weakly. <strong>"Who said anything about killing? I was hoping we'd just scare him off. I don't want..."</strong> Her voice caught in her throat as she realized how easily they could have killed him. She was sick to her stomach. Would she have used the hatchet on her belt? No... Something to frighten, not to actually use as a weapon. It was dull. Just a tool - Just a prop, right? This wasn't some game. There weren't any zombies to kill. Just human beings making human mistakes.<br><br>Michael was in pain again. Trying to see what was going to happen. Her pulse still raced. Had they already chased him off? She went to the window to see what she could learn. There was no sign of an agressor. Tristyn was returning to the apartment.&nbsp; Jack and Michael briefly discussed the situation, before Jack asked about beverages, but the question didn't even register for Madelyn.<br><br>She'd learned something about her fight or flight reflex just now. Hers was obviously set to fight if it meant protecting Michael. Yet he had just made it clear he didn't want them to hurt anyone. How could they defend themselves without hurting anyone? They'd have to fight eventually, wouldn't they? Her mind flashed to that vision she'd had in the auditorium. Would there be a time they'd have to kill to defend themselves? Michael had spoken of darkness and it filled her with dread when he did. Could they really defend themselves without falling into that darkness?<br><br>Madelyn wanted to cry. It wouldn't be easy. The right way was never easy, but the bimbo cheerleader had floored her and she was ashamed of herself. Elizabeth was the first to know how wrong that could have been just now.<br><br>Maddy scolded herself for her unreasonable judgmental label of Elizabeth and felt even more ashamed. The girl wasn't a bimbo. She came off as selfish but it was because she was naive and childish. It was that very childlike naivety that might just save them from the darkness. She sat down next to the doorway to the balcony knowing there were even harder times ahead. She drew her knees up to her chest as she spoke. Her already lanky frame compacted into this shape made her look small and vulnerable. <strong>"Elizabeth is right. We have to behave. We might be the only ones left that behave like human beings, but someone has to. The more difficult the path, the greater the rewards. Jack and Billy are right too though. We have to defend ourselves, but we have to try to find a way to do it without needless bloodshed, and let cool heads prevail. Nothing is how it used to be, and this will be the hardest thing any of us has ever done."</strong>&nbsp;<br><br>She was starting to cry, but she pursed her lips and wiped her eyes, knowing it would do no good to break down now. Madelyn stood and walked over to where Michael was and would attempt to lift his sunglasses to peer into his beautiful, haunting, shattered eyes. She spoke softly and only to him, but anyone who listened would hear her words.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry Michael. I was afraid. We all are. I can tell you've been struggling to put things into words, but I'm pretty good with words, I think. If there's anything else you can show me... I want you to use me to help you articulate what you need to tell them. I don't care if it hurts if it keeps us in the light. I'll do ANYTHING I can to make this easier on you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 21:20:35</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>Location:</strong> Balcony, Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Despite the various cries and warnings not to commit violence, or some sort of act she might later regret, Chrissa meant every word she'd said. If she saw whoever was messing with the vehicles, she intended to shoot him. There was a difference between wanton violence, and making it clear that this group was not a group to be messed with. Chrissa firmly believed her actions fell in the latter category. If they wanted to survive for very long, they could NOT allow miscreants to casually ruin any of their chances for survival. If this guy was such a punk--and she was inclined to believe everything Jack had said about him--then she didn't mind poking a hole in him to let everyone else in the area know they shouldn't mess with her or her group.<br><br>Unfortunately--or fortunately, depending on whose point of view--by the time Chrissa reached the balcony, all she could see was Dean's back as he ran for it. She brought her rifle up, settling her scope's crosshairs between his shoulder blades, her finger on the trigger. But she didn't shoot. He was too far away to guarantee a good shot, and she didn't want to waste ammo. And despite her readiness to take a life, she didn't WANT to take a life. She exhaled slowly, watching Dean until he rounded a corner and was out of her line of sight before she lowered her rifle. <strong>"He's gone,"</strong> she said softly, to anyone who wasn't freaking out and shouting or crying, and was still paying attention to the situation outside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 02:45:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/thumb/Actors/jakeaustinwalker/jakeaustinwalker_1298575318.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Thomas Baker<br><strong>Location</strong>: inside Jack's apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black T-shirt, grey Cargo pants, goggles on his forehead, an M4 carbine assault rifle on his back, and a shotgun<del> in hand</del> at the soor<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: open<br><br>As calm as he was trying to be, the commotion was starting to flood his head, starting to get a decent understanding why the attractive familiar face he was standing in front of. Having not dealt with so much commotion at once in a long while he ends up rubbing his own temples and taking a seat next to who he would likely come to know as Vivian. "Sorry I kicked the hornets nest Jack, lively group of people you got here at least..emphasis on the lively. He looked over the rest of the assembled, trying to make his own initial assessment of the people there, perhaps some faces looking familiar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 03:18:41</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Thomas<br><br>Michael rubbed his temples, trying to block out the pain of his headache and shut his eyes tightly. <strong>"He's not attacking us any more, he's run off,"</strong> the blonde said to both Billy and Jack, but was quickly assuming that no one was listening. <br><br>Tristyn's return made him flinch and he glanced in the soldier's son's direction and felt a blush on his cheeks. Okay, so he'd been very wrong about what Dean was going to do, but running hadn't seemed like something the man would do. It had been a path, sure, but he'd learned only a few months ago that when the paths scattered like that there was no way for him to know the outcome. Probability just didn't figure into the equation. Vaguely he heard Elizabeth and Vivian move closer together and slightly off to the side, he assumed for mutual comfort against the same feelings he was having. <br><br>Someone took his glasses from his face and Michael went still, looking towards Madelyn as she started speaking. Taking a breath, he relented, steering her down the paths, but feeling them slip away before he could see but a few seconds. They went to her, all the choices and options; good, bad and horrible. When he thought she couldn't see any more, he made it stop and took a deep breath as his <em>sight</em> came back.<br><br>Taking her hand, he squeezed and asked quietly, <strong>"Do you understand?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 05:25:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red t-shirt, blue denim jeans. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michael<br><br><strong>"That's a non-answer, Michael. It's alright if you don't know how to answer the questions, now, just try to figure it out before we end up in a spot where we have to make a decision. Otherwise, we'll end up needing to take some action, and it's not going to be the idealistic one no one can articulate. He's gone now, so we can't really do anything now. But sooner or later, he'll be back; or it'll be the baseball team, or someone else. Even Gandhi himself, the greatest peace lover in the past hundred years, has said that when given the choice between being a victim, and being violent, he would personally advocate violence." </strong><br><br><strong>"You speak of darkness, which is a bit too much purple prose for my liking, but I suppose it fits. Complete darkness, and complete light, can't exist inside people; even saints have their sins. Everybody's got at least a bit of both, and that's a good thing. That's <span class="bbc_u">balance</span>. You can rebuke and chain and malnourish the dark side, but all that does is leave a rabid dog waiting to break out. Accepting it leads to controlling it." </strong><br><br>And now that he was done with his quiet pontification, he turns his attention back to food. Nobody seemed hungry or thirsty now, but still, that didn't mean he could loaf around. He got the oven on, and got out some steaks, which he began to trim the fat off of; then, he&nbsp; cut them into thin strips.&nbsp; For now, it was knife work, but by the end of the night, they'd have some jerky to take with them on the road.&nbsp; It was about the only thing he could think to do right now. <br><br>Meanwhile, he was glad to see that at least Billy agreed with him to some extent, and he imagined Chrissa would, too. It would've been too hard for Jack to handle if everyone was so abhorred by violence; something that has practically defined his life since he was a child. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 10:04:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans, black t-shirt, <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: open<br><br>Elena worked over the truck above her, her hands and eyes working over every inch of it. So far everything that she had come across was an easy fix. She just needed to get parts and a place to work. What would make it take all night was the fact that Dean had it nearly every car. The longer she looked over the cars the harder it made for her to understand it all. <br><br>Elena laid beneath the engine block of the car she was under. Taking a deep breath and staying where things made sense to her. She had just gotten her world figured out. Just gotten things on track and found something in this world that made her honest to god happy. Despite her father she had accomplished that much. And now that world was ending, she didn't even know how she really felt about her father being gone. She was numb not even crying. Was that bad? She groaned and pushed out from under the car. Sitting back against the grill Elena looked up to the sky. <br><br>It all still seemed too big, so open, so full of possibilities. It was hard to believe the world was changing so fast. Elena laughed as she remembered a comment that she had said to Jack. That god was in fact real because he hated her. It seems the whole world had managed to piss him off. Or he was bored and was finding it entertaining. Either way he was going to certainly make things interesting. But Elena smiled a bit, in the end no matter what happened it seemed Jack did in fact save her life. And it seemed he had done it just in time. <br><br>Pushing from the ground Elena stretched and took a deep calming breath in. She was exhausted but it didn't seem like there was going to be any chance for rest. At least not any time soon. Looking about one more time to make sure no one was left around the cars. She turned and walked up towards Jack's place once more. Using her key to get into the gate, and slowly walked up the stairs. She now had grease on her hands and arms from working around the cars. Elena was never afraid to get dirty, just meant another shower. Hell if the world was ending she was going all out...bubble bath. <br><br>She laughed and walked back into the front door. Looking around at all the people present, the energy in the room felt tense...to tense. <strong>"Dean seemed to have a bit of fun out there. Thankfully he didn't really know what he was doing. I can fix it all; it will take me all night and probably a bit of going back and forth from the shop. But I'll get it them all fixed."</strong> she said and walked past everyone to Jack. Her hand ran along his back till she was close enough to look over his shoulder.<strong> "Dean ran off when I got there. It was kind of funny...I wish I could have gotten you a picture." </strong>she said and smiled softly. Seeing the tension when no one else could, had they been alone Elena would wrap her arms around him. And probably kiss him silly till he no longer had any tension. <strong>"What I miss? Have we come up with the plan to take over the world yet?"</strong> she said with a soft laugh and slipped around him. To lean against the counter next to him crossing her arms over her chest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 06:53:04</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone<br><br>Tristyn looked around the room at the group letting out a sigh <em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"First things first, Jack what do you want to do about the vehicles..."</strong></span></em> Oddly enough Elena came into the apaprt at that moment <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"As Elena says that ass did a number out there... what would be easier to bring tools to you? or push the cars to a garage..i saw one about a block away..." </span></em></strong> he nodded towards Elena.<strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"second..."</span></em></strong> thoughts flooded his head as he rubbed a temple softly <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"im sure others are thinking the same.... whats causing this michael? who or what is doing this? you say everyone 25 and up is dead... will we die??"</span></em></strong> he let his confussion do the speaking as he stared at the blind kid.<br><br>He stepped around towards the kitchen after asking the obvious looking to the groups un announced leader <em><strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"If it isnt to much, I am a little hungry... and may I get a bottled water please?"</span></strong></em> his eyes shifted back towards the rest of the group letting another soft sigh out.&nbsp; They've all become close and it kind of pained him as he knew some of them could get hurt or some of them could run off away from the group to never be seen again.&nbsp; He flintched softly at the thought and his pain played softly across his face only for a moment <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Michael, dont get me wrong, im with you, all of you, to the end to protect how i can, but... but i need to know whats going on to be able to protect tto the best of my abilities..."</span></em></strong> he softly smirked, the protector, he nodded inwardly liking that thought as the group protector, at least one of them.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 16:45:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone, Jack, Elena<br><br>Madelyn’s words seemed reasonable, but he wondered if she would do what needs to be done to protect the others and the group. Words are nice, but that’s all they are unless there’s action behind them. Billy knew that well. The line had already been drawn, they just didn’t want to see it. He remained locked in his thoughts for the moment, watching the exchange between Madelyn and Michael studiously. She seemed to have a similar gift, though it was probably just dormant. These two were made for each other, Billy thought to himself. They were certainly two of a kind.<br><br>Since Dean was gone, there was no point with further debating the subject. Unless he came back later, that is. He still agreed with Jack. Perhaps once the others were threatened, as he was, they would come around to the idea of taking a more proactive approach to their survival.<br><br>The meat smelled good, so Billy went up to the kitchen, <strong>“Need help? This is a useful survival skill that I’d like to learn.”</strong> He said to Jack. At that moment, Elena came back in, covered in grease and still looking hot. Jack was a lucky man indeed. It was good to have someone who could fix cars. That alone made her very valuable. Of course, he tried not to stare at their little exchange of affection. <strong>“Money.”</strong> He said in response to her question. <strong>“We need to find valuable things we can trade. Paper money is not going to be very useful in the future. Food, weapons and medical supplies will be in high demand. For us to be at the top, we have to have this figured out, and control the trade of these items.”</strong><br><br>Tristyn then asked what everyone was probably wondering. How is this all happening? Who caused it? Why? They needed to have answers to these things. As they waited for Michael’s response, Billy handed Tristyn some water as he had asked. As for the food, Jack would handle that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:50:23</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>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>His eyes were like broken stained glass. Beautiful, frightful, sharp and painful. Cracking under the weight of the world. She saw the embers of something amazing and horrible in those eyes, and she fell into it. She was seared and burned and consumed by the blaze of knowledge. One foot in the darkness and the other in the light. A groan of pain escaped her lips. It was so much worse than the headaches she got, but she already knew this wouldn't be the worst of it. <br><br>Was she being shown something? She couldn't see anything - It was too bright in this place... Or was it too dark? - It was impossible to tell. From what felt like a great distance she heard Michael's voice cut through the paradox in which she found herself. He asked her if she understood, and she felt the pressure of him squeezing her hand. <br><br>No she didn't understand. He had meant to show her. But she didn't see anything. Had he failed? She heard the din of Jack's apartment like she was stuffed in a closet. Noises she couldn't hear. Moments passed and she still felt trapped, but now had an impending sense of doom. As if she were tied to the tracks in front of an oncoming train. She felt the simultaneous deafening silence and cacophony.<br><br>Many moments passed as Madelyn was frozen in place. The activity in the apartment continued oblivious to the crisis unfolding in her mind. Now she knew he hadn't failed. Then the train hit and she fell to its force. She dropped to her knees, panting. The pain built and built. She nearly cried out, but clenched her teeth and only whimpered softly. She felt she might die, here and now, quivering in pain on the floor of a classmate's apartment at the end of the world, but she was determined not to give up. She still clutched a hand that could lead her back to herself. <br><br>Then she could see. Scenes of what may come to pass. Choices they could make unfurled like balls of yarn dropped onto a sloped floor. Someone - maybe several someones - in a gun store. There were allies. There were enemies. Bikers and chaos. The bikers lose. The bikers win. People are Maimed. Those people would have been saved if she'd reached them in time. But there was still time. They'd have to be quick. The vision started to filter away from her, as if the visions were a sea and she was about to break back to the surface of the water. <br><br>But there was more, and if she dove again, she'd be able to see it. So without breaking the surface, without taking a breath, she looked again. They had no reason not to go to the store. In fact it was imperative. They wouldn't survive without the vital supplies they'd find there. And to stay in the light, they had to at least try to save those people.<br><br>Something was wrong. The vision was gone. Suddenly Madelyn knew she'd overdone it by not taking the chance to stop when she could. She was drowning in this metaphor she'd built for the vision. Though she still had an iron grip on Michael's hand, she could no longer feel it there. Outwardly, her grip loosened and her arm fell limp. To the others, she looked like she was having some sort of seizure. She was lost in the darkness and she despaired. She'd probably be lost forever. <br><br>Then a tiny shred of hope materialized as a face appeared in her mind like a half forgotten dream. Back east, on the mantle of her childhood home, there used to sit a picture of a beautiful woman bearing a serene smile. It was the kind of picture that the eyes would follow you wherever you went. She was like an angel always watching over her. The image of her mother.<br><br>After what felt an eternity, Madelyn abruptly sat up and opened her eyes. She could tell by the warm and damp on one side of her face that the trail of blood from her eye had once again appeared. It would be no surprise to her if she was suddenly surrounded by concerned faces. She would take any aid that was offered as she slowly got back to her feet, still reeling from a distinct feeling of 'what the hell just happened'. <br><br>Maddy felt ill and weak, but she needed to speak now while the vision was fresh in her mind. <strong>"We need to get to the gun store"</strong> She looked to Michael as if he were a teacher that might grade her on her interpretation. <strong> "Cabella's. As fast as we can. There are people that will die if we don't aid them. There are also supplies there. I don't know how much time we have, but I know are quickly running out of it."</strong> She said the next sentence with reluctance, but they needed to know. <strong>"We will have to be ready for a fight." </strong><br><br>With that she would dab her face with the handkerchief Jack had given her earlier and stumble towards one of the couches to lie down. She'd close her eyes and moan weakly. <strong>"Shit balls of fire, Michael. It is always so bad, or is it just because I'm new at this?"</strong> It wasn't a complaint, but a show of empathy for how much he must have suffered. <strong>"Please, someone. Is there any coffee? Cream and Five sugars."</strong> <br><br>Coffee was like medicine to her. Somehow it always made her feel better, no matter how bad she felt - and now more than ever, she could use the extra energy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 21:56:28</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>Location:</strong> Balcony, Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Chrissa remained out on the balcony as the rest of the group calmed down and returned to their business...which for most, seemed to be talking about various things, some wanting to do this, some wanting to do that, the rest looking for food. Chris was kind of hungry too; she hadn't eaten since around 5am that morning. But now was no time to be worried about a few rumblings in her stomach. Soon enough, hunger would be a normal part of her life, and she couldn't let it interfere now, not when time was critical. She perked up when she heard someone mention that they needed to get to a gun store. It was the first thing she'd heard in the past several minutes that made sense to her.<br><br><strong>"I agree," </strong>she said as she stepped just inside the door from the balcony. She still held her rifle, but she kept the muzzle pointed down--a safe, non-threatening direction. <strong>"We've just seen that less than reputable people are already out and about and causing trouble. If we don't get ourselves armed, <em>they will</em>, and then we'll regret not having done so...if we live long enough, that is. I know where Cabela's is from here. I'm willing to lead a few people there and pick up some supplies. We really can't wait any longer on this."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 00:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone, Madelyn, Chrissa<br><br>Turning back from Tristyn, Billy noticed Madelyn was having a hard time. No big surprise there. If someone like Michael, who had been sharpening his ‘gift’ for half of his life, still had problems when he saw his visions, then it would be twice as bad for someone who was just starting to experiment with the talent. <strong>“Madelyn? Are you feeling ill?”</strong> He asked, looking over the kitchen counter with concern. She had the same bloody tears as Michael had before. Her premonition was not any better than Michael’s before.<br><br><strong>“So people out there have already gotten smart about needing weapons. If we don’t keep up, we’ll stay behind. We should hurry over there.” </strong>Billy nodded to Chrissa, <strong>“I’m with you.”</strong> He said decisively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 23:17:09</strong>
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				Name: Thomas Baker<br>Location: inside Jack's apartment<br>Wearing: Black T-shirt, grey Cargo pants, goggles on his forehead, an M4 carbine assault rifle on his back, and a shotgun in hand at the soor<br>Tagged: open<br><br>So much was happening at once, Tom&nbsp; was trying to catch up with it all in his head. Slowly the chaos started to wear at him, finally starting to hit him that his life would never be the same. As crazy as he thought his dad was for being an apocalyptic doomsayer, he, for now, was right.<br><br>He saw though the people here were rather trust worthy, for now. If they had Jacks trust, they had to be. He then out of the haze of his thoughts, head Madelyn say something about the gun shop. People were now in danger, according to her. He did not know how she might have known this, but ina&nbsp; time like this, would you really lie about something like that? <strong>"Do you guys need weapons? Ammo? If you need any of that, lets drop by my place across the way. Got several months worth of canned foods, what might as well be an armory of guns, and plenty of ammo to fill them. Either way, youre not going without me."</strong><br><br>Tom&nbsp; may have been exaggerating as to how many weapons he had, but it was still a ton. He was going to stick with them for now. Tom knew his way around weapons, as as quiet of a nerdy child they may know him to be, he was a damn good shot. His body language at that moment seemed to gesture that he would lead them over to stock up on weapons, ammo, and food if needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 16:49:41</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Thomas<br><br>&nbsp;Michael held tight to Madelyn's hand as the girl fell into the vision. It didn't matter that he hadn't been understood any more, or that he had failed to explain what he saw, what mattered was if she understood and if she could help them. Briefly he glanced at Jack, sunglasses no longer hiding his shattered gaze. The man didn't trust him and Michael understood that, but even if Madelyn understood, <em>he</em> had to come to an understanding with Jack. No one else could do that for him.<br><br>Before he could say anything, however, Tristyn and Elena returned to report on the vehicles. <strong>"We won't die if we make it to California,"</strong> Michael answered Tristyn. <strong>"There's hope there and a cure, but there are plenty of ways we don't make it. Some of you die, some of us endure things worse if we fail. We're already starting poorly because we don't trust each other." </strong><br><br>The blonde's fractured gaze lingered on Jack, then went to Chrissa and Elizabeth and Vivian; it was piercing, despite his lack of actual sight. The last two, he looked away from quickly as they continued to stand away from the others, talking softly. They had lost them already and there was nothing anyone could do to make them stay. What would happen to them, he didn't want to linger over.<br><br>Then Madelyn collapsed and he slid out of his chair to kneel next to her, help her back up and into a chair as she spoke. Immediately he smiled. That was it exactly; they had to go and didn't have time for chasing after Dean. Knowing how awful the visions could be at first, Michael started to follow her into the living room, then turned back to get the coffee she would want - no matter how much it hurt his head to <em>see</em> well enough to do so.<br><br><strong>"Yes and no,"</strong> he answered her. <strong>"Sometimes it's worse, sometimes it's easier. What you saw is harder because of all the choices that could be made. It's like a maze you can get lost in...and the violence makes it worse."</strong><br><br>As Michael brewed the coffee and got a cup as well as the requested cream and sugar, he listened to the others and felt the brief surge of elation at being understood wan. The supplies were something everyone agreed on, but no one mentioned the lives that they could save. The people. Glancing at Elizabeth and Vivian, he winced again, then took the coffee to Madelyn. His hands shook slightly as he pressed it into hers before slumping against the back of the couch. This, plus the pounding, throbbing pain that was only growing in his head, was too much. Even if they needed him to be more, he couldn't do it.<br><br><strong>"Cabela's,"</strong> Michael repeated, <strong>"There's more than just supplies, not to mention more supplies than you have Thomas. Water purification tablets - you don't have enough for all of us - winter clothes, tents for the whole group, tarps, hunting supplies....And we can <em>help</em> people. There aren't many people we can, but if we do this, we can't wait any longer. You need to leave now, or don't bother because you'll be too late. They'll be dead. Well, you can still get the supplies."</strong><br><br>The blonde shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. <strong>"I can't choose for you. I can only tell you, like before, that your path is to take a life or save one. I hope you don't choose the darkness again."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 17:34:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red t-shirt, blue denim jeans. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br>He was about to give Billy some instruction about what he was doing, and how he could do it, too; it would be good to know that someone else knew a way to preserve meat properly. But, before he could get into the lesson, things changed rather quickly.<br><br>Still, he continued to work on the meat, as he listened to what everyone was saying and doing. He was also thinking. <strong>"Sorry, Tristyn, I think the food will have to wait. My opinion on what to do is, that I should stay behind and work on food here; you guys are likely to be hungry when you get back, and especially if their's more coming back than left."</strong> Meaning, in other words, if they managed to save and bring more people into the fold.<br><br><strong>"Michael, you should obviously stay here. I'm not sure how you just managed to completely move in and around the kitchen and brew some coffee in the Keurig, but either way, you're not a fighter. Same with Elizabeth and Vivian. Chrissa, you said you know where the place is; so obviously you should go. Tristyn, you've handled guns before, right? Or at least know a bit about them. Tom, could you give him something from your collection? Tom, Tristyn, Chrissa can go. Billy, too, since you're good with that bow. That's four people that can fight and carry things back."</strong><br><br><strong>"Elena, I'd rather you stay behind, just in case anything happens here. I know you don't like to fight, but I have taught you a few things if it's needed, right? Besides, I'd like to fill you in on everything that's happened so far, and I'll need a hand with some of the baking. Madelyn, you really don't look like you're up for anything, so I think staying back this time might be a good idea. If something happens here, I can keep us, and the place, safe."</strong><br><br><strong>"As far as Dean's concerned, Michael, I'm letting it go for now. I'm not going to chase him when it puts others at risk." </strong><br><br><strong>"That's what I see as the best plan of action. If anyone has better ideas, then we need to discuss them now."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 04:48:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans, black t-shirt, <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: everyone there<br><br>&nbsp;<br>Elena stepped back from Jack; he didn't seem to respond to her closeness but it was one of those moments. Chalking it up to the fact that he was trying to take the lead. Some may see it as forceful. But Elena knew better, she knew he was simply a strong person and protector. He had proven that much to her over the year. She knew he simply tended to lose himself to whatever it was he set his mind too. She gave him space to work and leaned against the counter behind her. <br><br>It was hard to listen to everyone; Elena was starting to feel like she was stuck in some left for dead video game. And the more everyone talked the more it just felt like she had slipped into another reality. Looking down at her grease covered hands as they spoke. She missed whatever was happening to Madelyn. Looking up when the girl spoke,<strong> "So wait you can see things too?"</strong> Elena asked and rubbed the back of her neck. Sighing when she remembered there was grease on her hands. So she moved to the sink and started to wash her arms and hands clean. As she washed up Michael and Jack spoke once more and it was all she could take. Suddenly Elena started to laugh, they had all seemed so set so ready to face the end of the world. It seemed they had all really been desensitized to the violence of the world. <br><br>After a moment she shook her head and covered her mouth. <strong>"I'm sorry...I'm sorry. It is just so...so unreal. You’re all so ready to except and face the end of the whole world. Laying plans, having visions, Michael sounds like some cliché narrator. Your choices will either safe those around you or cause them to die. Will the group make it...Cali their only hope."</strong> she sighed and half smiled, <strong>"Again sorry I know this is real it’s just..."</strong> Elena spoke and shook her head.<strong> "If you want those cars fixed by tomorrow so you can get somewhere to get supplies I'm going to have to get them running again. I can work through the night to do that if you want."</strong> she thought for a moment, as she changed the subject. <strong>"Or if this is all really real then we could do something easier. I could just break in some and have any number of them hot-wired and ready to go for use. Or we could just hit a car lot and take what we need. They hold the keys in a lock box on site. So I guess it all depends on how attached you are to your current cars." </strong>she looked about and trying to figure out the people she was now stuck with. They certainly weren't the people she would have chosen to spend the rest of her life with. But in the end Elena knew it was better to have someone there then to end up alone. They would simply have to learn to work together.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 06:56:16</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone<br><br><br><strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Elena is right, for us to move out and complete this operation we need running cars that aren't tampered with"</span></em></strong> he looked saddened at the thought of no food looking how interesting the food seemed. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>"Its ok Jack, thanks though, Just make sure I have something delicious to come back to"</strong></em></span> he smirked patting the groups undebated leader on the back.&nbsp; With that he turned from the kitchen and slipped into the living area <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"so what do we do? steal a car to get the others? since ours are down at the moment? and no Elena, I don;t wish to leave my car, it means to much to me"</span></em></strong><br><br>He gave her a truthful nod as he explained subtly the cars tie to his father.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"it's one of the only things I have left, so I wish to bring it with me to Cali, hopefully"</span></em></strong>&nbsp; He looked towards the rest of the group hoping they wouldn't judge him for such childish things. <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"so, are we going? "</span></em></strong> he tried to change the subject really.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 22:39:14</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>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone<br><br>He head was still spinning and someone asked her if she was ill. She murmered that she was fine, even though it wasn't entirely true, and tried to focus through her headache. Madelyn's thoughts and attention felt scattered, but she clearly noticed Michael's shaking hands as he pressed the coffee into hers. She would try to give his hand a reassuring squeeze as if to say 'We can get through it together.' <br><br>She knew exactly what he meant about the maze-like qualities of the vision, and nodded that she understood, feeling a little hopeful that sometimes it was as he said easier than this. <br><br>People were planning and talking and someone made the suggestion that she stay put while others go to Cabella's. She thought about it, and it was a nice idea - she could certainly use the downtime to recover. Another idea grasped her and she reluctantly voiced it, knowing that she'd feel bad if she didn't at least suggest it. Still she was unsure of herself so she asked it as a question. <br><strong><br>"I'm not really sure how this works or if there's a range or what-not, but you guys know now that Michael can show me the visions, right? Maybe I should come along, if for nothing else so you have a warning if something else unexpected comes up? I mean, I doubt phones will be all that reliable for long..."</strong> She peered into the steaming coffee in her hands. She really wanted to stay behind, but if she was needed, there was no fixing it. She shook her head. <strong>"Like I said, I'm not even sure if it works like that... Maybe it's a silly idea."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 23:01:47</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>Location:</strong> Balcony, Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>Chrissa was ready to go to Cabela's and get supplies, and so, it seemed, were several other people. And then Elena started talking about tomorrow, when she could have the cars fixed. She wasn't sure if Tristyn was talking about tomorrow, too, or not. But one thing was sure, they couldn't afford to wait until then. As far as she was concerned, they were already behind the power curve in collecting supplied for self defense. Most of these kids were from in town; they were used to driving everywhere, to having everything nice, orderly, and comfortable all the time. She doubted any of them had carried anything heavier than their schoolbooks in a backpack before.<br><br><strong>"We can't wait until the cars are fixed,"</strong> she said. <strong>"We need to go now, and by 'now,' I mean we should've been out that door and on our way already. For all we know, the gangs are raiding Cabela's and other stores like it already. It doesn't take a genius to figure out there aren't any cops on the street. If we can get a truck hotwired and ready to go fast, then let's do it. Otherwise, we're walking there and carrying back what we can. If we putter around anymore, we're going to find ourselves as fodder for those who are already acting on the situation."</strong><br><br>She looked at the others to see if she could tell which way they were leaning. As for herself, she'd made up her mind: they couldn't wait any longer. She started for the door, and she'd keep going, regardless on whether anyone else followed her or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 23:16:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone, Chrissa, Madelyn<br><br>Michael’s words caught his attention once again, and he knew the blonde was right. They didn’t trust each other. Well, not many of them. Billy trusted Jack, at least, because he stuck up for him even as someone threatened to use a gun on him. That sort of action mattered more than mere words.<br><br>It would be nice to have someone else that knew how to handle guns, so Tom was welcome to come as far as Billy was concerned. Billy wasn’t sure how well a meeting with other people would go. Those people might get violent or defensive once they saw the group arriving with guns and bow. But he would at least try to go there with an open mind. He would try to help others if he could, but he understood that you can’t save everyone. <br><br>His concentration was broken by Elena’s laughter, making him turn to look at her curiously. Did he miss something? Half a day ago, he would have laughed with her, not believing a word Michael had said. But things had somehow gotten more serious by now. Billy had faced the reality of this new world, not something some of the others had just yet. <br><br><strong>“Chrissa is right, I think we’ve talked enough. We need to go before it gets dark.”</strong> Billy said and moved around the counter to go get his bow. As Chrissa left the room, Billy followed close behind. She had the right idea, after all. They had to get moving, fast. <strong>"Madelyn, if you're coming, let's go."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 16:32:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/thumb/Actors/jakeaustinwalker/jakeaustinwalker_1298575318.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Thomas Baker<br><strong>Location</strong>: inside Jack's apartment -&gt; Tom's apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black T-shirt, grey Cargo pants, goggles on his forehead, an M4 carbine assault rifle on his back, and a shotgun<del> in hand</del> at the soor<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: open<br><br>Tom would turn and announce to the room in general, "Anyone coming, follow me and grab a weapon, them we can move out." He exited Jacks apartment, taking his shotgun with him as he left, heading for his own across the way, hoping the people would follow. When they would get to Tom's apartment they would go in a bit, the interior looking a little like Jack's, however in the master bedrooms closet, the scene could be best described as guns, lots of guns.<br><br>"Take what you want, cause I sure as hell can't carry it all." He then remained quiet as they took their weapons, unless someone would talk to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 01:57:02</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Thomas<br><br><strong>"I couldn't explain it to you if I tried, Jack,"</strong> Michael said from his seat against the couch, <strong>"I hardly understand it myself."</strong> Looking up at Madelyn, he smiled faintly and shook his head, <strong>"You won't be of use. Where they're going, there's too many...choices, breaks in the paths. Everything can happen and nothing can happen and the thing least likely to happen will."</strong> The blonde rubbed at his temples and gave her a crooked smile. <strong>"See what I mean?"</strong><br><br>At the sound of Elena's laughter, Michael turned and couldn't help but smile a little himself, though he had no idea what was so funny. It was just nice to hear, something happy and light, when there was a chance their future would hold nothing but tears. His smile grew some more at Chrissa's words, glad they would have someone with them who would make quick decisions and leave talking behind. The smiled dimmed as he watched Billy, Thomas, and Tristyn follow the girl out of the apartment. There was a chance only some and none would come back. No laughter, sweet as it was, could change that.<br><br>Looking towards Elena and Jack, Michael said, <strong>"I get the feeling you have questions. If I can answer them, now is a good time."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 06:45:26</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone<br><br><br>Tristyn followed the small group instinctivly, oddly enough he found himself cracking knuckles and losening his neck up.&nbsp; Was he really ready to fight others to survive?&nbsp; Was he really ready to kill others if he needed?&nbsp; What became of the world that had brought this upon the small group of teenagers?&nbsp; With a sigh he was the last to enter Thoms small yet identical apartment. <br><br><strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Woow! where did you get all these from?"</span></em></strong> he looked the small stash over as he picked up a compact 9 mm checking its sight against a wall away from the group.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"looks like you stole an armory or something"</span></em></strong> he joked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 22:32:34</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>Location:</strong> Tom's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tom, Open<br><br>Chrissa was glad they were finally moving. She understood grouping up and talking about plans, but she'd grown concerned when it seemed like all they were going to do was talk the day away. She'd never been in a disaster like this before, but there was something to be said for watching disaster movies: those who didn't prepare always ended up dead. So when they started for Tom's apartment with the intent of arming up and moving to procure supplies, she felt a bit better about the situation.<br><br>She arched an eyebrow appreciatively as she surveyed the collection of guns in Tom's place. Her eyes fell on an AR-10, and she picked it up. The AR-10 was essentially a heavier variant of the AR-15 or an M-4; instead of firing a .223 round, it fired a larger .308 round. The tradeoff was that it was far heavier to carry, and its magazines usually only held 20 rounds instead of the AR-15's 30. It was a tradeoff Chrissa was willing to make, especially since this AR-10 had a medium-power scope mounted on it. It would make an ideal hunting weapon, or a medium-range sniper weapon, as well as a close-in self defense gun if needed. It would be far more useful than her bolt-action rifle. <strong>"May I use this one?"</strong> she asked Tom. <strong>"Got any magazines for it?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 03:22:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Tom’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tom, Chrissa, Trystin<br><br>Billy followed Tom to his apartment and took a look at his closet. There was a whole arsenal to choose from. Lucky for them, at least. He walked up to the closet and picked up a handgun. That might help him in close range fights, where his bow might just get in the way. Trystin’s comment made him smile, <strong>“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were either prepared for all this, or running a gun smuggling op.”</strong> He said with a chuckle.<br><br>Afterwards, he walked up to Chrissa and showed it to her, <strong>“Anything I should know before using it? You know, other than just ‘point and shoot’m heh.”</strong> He said with a witty smile. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 06:10:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red t-shirt, blue denim jeans. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Michael, Elena<br><br><strong>"The only questions I have, you can't answer." </strong>This wasn't meant to be an insult or rude; it was just the truth of the matter. The only questions Jack could think to ask, where the ones that Michael had already said he didn't have an answer to, or wouldn't be able to answer. <br><br>He finishes preparing the meat that he's going to dehydrate, and sticks the tray of it into the oven. He sets it at a modestly low temperature,&nbsp; since the point was to dry out the meat; and that could only be done at low temperatures, without the risk of burning it. <br><br>The next thing he did, was go to the fridge and take out a large, stainless steel bowl, that had some sort of dough in it, and a tight, saran wrap covering.&nbsp; When he opened it up, one could see a bit of beer-looking liquid had formed on top of the dough; hooch. That was home made sourdough bread he had here. He poured the hooch off, and left it alone for now. His cutting board gets thoroughly cleaned and washed, then dried and set aside.<br><br>He opens up a relatively large counter-top device of some sort, that Elena, at least, could identify as a bread maker.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd of course know of his ability to make some pretty fine bread in it, which is what he's about to do. He takes out the bread pan from within, careful not to dislodge the mixing blade, and measures out some of the dough, before placing it on the pan. Then, it goes back into the machine. He cleans his hands, and pushes a few buttons on the machine, and it comes to life with a steady whirring sound. Not too loud, but easily audible. <br><br>Next up, he was back in the fridge, taking out fresh produce; spinach, cabbage, carrot, celery, onion, mini red potatoes, and red, yellow, and green bell peppers.&nbsp; Added to this is containers of fresh parsley, basil, oregano, and thyme. <br><br>He gets down two bowls, and sets them next to his cutting board. He gets out a &nbsp;large stock pot, &nbsp;(http://www.amazon.com/Granite-Ware-6209-4-4-Quart-Stockpot/dp/B001MIYV0Y) and fills it about three quarters of the way up with water. <strong>"Elena, would you mind scrubbing the dirt off the potatoes for me while I start chopping?"</strong>&nbsp; Though their were plenty of times he's done all the work for her while she's watched, he could certainly use a hand here, simply because of how much food he's working with; and time was an issue, since he wanted to ensure that those who returned from the trip had a nice, hot, nourishing meal when they got back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 07:39:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.teenidols4you.com/thumb/Actors/jakeaustinwalker/jakeaustinwalker_1298575318.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Thomas Baker<br><strong>Location</strong>: inside Jack's apartment -&gt; Tom's apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black T-shirt, grey Cargo pants, goggles on his forehead, an M4 carbine assault rifle on his back, and a shotgun<del> in hand</del> at the soor<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Tristyn, Chrissa<br><hr><br>Billy and Tris were curious as to where this small perosnal armory came from. He was more than happy to fill them in. "My dad was one of those apocalypse nuts, its how i know a bit of first aid, shooting, and even gun maintenance." Seeing the gun Chrissa chose, he moves back into a corner of the closet, pulling out a full vest, "Well youre going to need this if youre going to use that. All the mags' are in here.<br><br>Billy and Tris selected what were, in his eyes, sidearms. Noting Billy's bow, however, he direct d billy to the back of the closet, "We have arrow bolts if you need em, and heres some vest with clips for the nine millimeters." He looked around the room, making sure everyone was content with their weapons of choice. "When firing the handgun, its best to use your free arms wrist to support your firing hand, fiving you steadier, more accurate shots. If were all set here, any questions before we head out?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 08:01:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans, black t-shirt, <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: those still in Jack's apartment<br><br>Elena was a bit put off by the way people were acting. Already to get running or get weapons, they certainly seemed ready to face the end of the world. Despite having just lost everything they ever knew. Elena just had a hard time wrapping her mind around it. <strong>"Just be safe."</strong> she told them as they left. Looking back to Jack she ran her fingers through her hair. <strong>"Why does it feel like we are stuck in some bad B movie or left for dead video game? I mean am I the only one actually freaked out about this?" </strong>she shook her head and pushed off the counter she had been leaning on. "Sure Hun." Elena answered to Jack as she moved to clean the potatoes. Cutting on the water and grabbing up the potatoes to clean them. <br><br>Thinking for a moment Elena looked to Michiel,<strong> "Do we know what started all this? I mean is this some radical plague or act of god. Because there is only so much you can fight in the end." </strong>she spoke scrubbing the potato in her hand. <strong>"And did you come to our school already knowing what was coming?" </strong>she asked a bit curious to how much he really knew. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 14:25:59</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Madelyn Kovac<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jack, Elena, Michael<br><br>Madelyn would be lying to herself if she didn't admit to being relieved. She could stay here for a bit with Michael and Jack could protect them. All her life she'd been able to hide behind big brothers when she really needed to, and today Jack was playing that role. <br><br>She sipped her coffee, and the hot liquid was just shy of burning her lips. It smelled wonderful. She'd always loved the smell of good coffee. The sounds coming from the kitchen foretold food's preparation and she wondered for a moment if she should offer to help. She pushed herself up from the couch and thought better of the idea as her head still wouldn't allow her to keep her balance. She was barely able to keep the mug in her hands steady before sliding back down to a sitting position. Thankfully there was nothing spilled. Madelyn's mind searched for other ways she could be of use. Maybe she could wire up some sort of alarm that would alert them when someone tried to get into the building. She'd wired up noisemakers for school plays before. A bit later she could ask Jack if he had any electrical tape. As for wiring she could just take apart an alarm clock. <br><br>Satisfied that she at least had a plan for when she could stand again, Madelyn paid attention when Elena spoke.<br><br>She mentioned Left for Dead and Madelyn recalled many a game with her older brothers, and it began to hit her how much she missed them even when they weren't dead. The pain was tenfold now, and given a lull in action, Madelyn's heart finally had the time to break. A tidal wave of sadness hit her as she really had time to think about what it meant to lose hope of ever seeing her brothers or her Father ever again. <br><br>It was exactly as she'd feared. The moment there was nothing to do,&nbsp; she might break down. She kicked off her shoes so as not to mar the nice clean couch then drew her knees up to her chest. Then Madelyn pulled her hood up and moved her head so that her hair cascaded over her face. She didn't want the others to see her like this. All her life she'd put up a stong front, for the sake of her brothers and father because she knew all she had to do was cry to get what she wanted. She refused to abuse that power, preferring most of the time to solve her own problems.<br><br>But this time was different because no amount of crying would give her what she wanted. She wanted it to give her family back to her. The hugeness of the situation overwhelmed her. She felt buried alive in the scale of this apocalypse and the realization that this was in no way a video game and she herself be foolish to continue treating it as such even if it made it easier. So this time, in the lull between now and the next crisis, she would allow this indulgence of weakness for as long as she could keep it to herself. The floodgates were open. Normal tears washed away what was left ot the blood under her eye. She tried to be silent as she cried, with only an errant sniffle betraying her disposition. Maybe she could play it off as allergies...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cleo4u2</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 19:32:09</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>: Outside Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Madelyn, Jack, Elena<br><br>As the three spoke, Vivian and Elizabeth exchanged glances and retreated to the balcony. Michael glanced at them, but away again as he heard Madelyn sniffle; he was far too close to her to miss the sound. Sliding his hand over hers, he didn't comment on her tears or sniffles, just pressed her hand gently as he answered Elena from his seat on the floor.<br><br>Waiting for all her of questions, the blind blonde bit his lip a moment before he answered, <strong>"The answer to your first is the answer to your last, at least for me. I've known about this since I was ten. I...don't know what changed, but I went from one day having <em>feelings</em> about things to seeing the pathways that were formed by our choices. And they were all dark. I can't tell you for certain, but I think whatever caused this happened that day. I tried to find the start of it, once, but it would take too much time. Time we don't have." </strong><br><br>Michael rubbed his eyes, debated for a moment what else to say before adding, <strong>"I don't know if it's an act of God or man, but I do know there's a cure waiting out there for us. Someone we meet in California will figure out what makes people fall asleep within months of their 25th birthday and they will put a stop to it. That's why I'm here. Out of everywhere, this - you all - has the best chance of making it through."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 07:24:57</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Everyone<br><br>Tristyn smirked a bit as he holstered the gun, he knew exactly the experience Tom held with his father most likely.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yeah, my dad was a bit of a gun freak, collected random things here and there, always read the tabloids, mum said it was cause he was bored, however, since he was a soldier I think he knew something was goin on"</span></em></strong> that made him wonder about the predicament the group was in at the moment.<br><br><strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Im a good shot with side arms, but i prefer hand to hand"</span></em></strong> he cracked his knuckles <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Anything special for fist fighting in the closet?"</span></em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 19:58:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing: </strong> Red t-shirt, blue denim jeans. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Elena, technically everyone still in his apartment.<br><br><strong>"I'll be freaked out about it when I have that luxury." </strong> He'd admit. Really, the only thing keeping him calm right now is the prevailing thought that he needed to keep himself together to keep everyone and everything together.&nbsp; Of them all, he probably was the strongest; but strength wasn't always&nbsp; in being immune to pain and suffering. Some times, strength was being able to just hold the feelings at bay, until it was safe to let them out. And now was simply not the time, nor the place.<br><br>He would briefly look up at Madelyn, but then, shift his focus back to the task at hand. He had a feeling she was crying; he couldn't tell, it just stood to reason that, after what she's just been through with the whole vision ordeal, and all the other things she must have lost, and how vulnerable she likely felt, it just made sense. Crying could be cathartic, and catharsis was a good thing.<br><br>From time to time as he cut the vegetables, he would periodically empty them off into the&nbsp; stockpot full of water, which was beginning to boil; though it seemed like every time it was just starting to boil, more vegetables went into it, and brought the temperature down.<br><br>Once the potatoes were scrubbed, they were quickly sliced up, very thinly, and placed into the pot.&nbsp; With the fresh herbs and vegetables in it, too, it would be a very nice, vegan meal.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jack was fond of meat, don't get him wrong, he just didn't know everybody's food preference, so he figured by going vegan and avoiding common allergy foods, everybody would be able to enjoy the soup.&nbsp; That, and all the vegetables in it would make it very nourishing, while the potatoes would make it more filling.<br><br>He adds a bit of salt to it, remaining quiet as he does so. He just... didn't really have anything to say to any one. He was just working through his own thoughts. As it begins to boil, the apartment would start to smell of the vegetables; one could also smell the baking bread, too.&nbsp; He would reduce the heat to a simmer once it was boiling, so it didn't all boil away, and finally, place the lid on the pot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 21:31:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine&nbsp; Evens <br><strong>Location</strong>: Jack's place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans, black t-shirt, <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: those still in Jack's apartment<br><br>Elena worked with Jack to get food prepared, well she mostly handed him stuff as he did the cooking. She didn't to give everyone her food poisoning. At this rate they would form a mod and pull her out back for the firing squad. She listened to Michel as he spoke, the sense of everything setting into her mind. She felt a little guilty, her father was gone and El couldn't manage to feel a sense of loss. He was her father she should be crying upset. But instead she was helping cook a meal and trying to figure out what bad B movie she had slipped into. <br><br>People were panicking, crying, trying to assert some form authority. But oddly enough she felt a sense of ease. She looked to Jack and smiled as he worked. Knowing that he was a big part of that. She also knew how much of this he was taking onto his shoulders. He was a protector the man that picked you up when you couldn't stand anymore. he was her rock, she just hoped he realized that he didn't have to do it all alone. <strong>"So were the savors of mankind." </strong>she smiled softly and shook her head, <strong>"No pressure right? How much time do we have?" </strong>she asked calculating how fast she could get to California. Honestly with no cops or speed limit, and her at the wheel they could be there within the day. But that would take coordinating people, and that was easier said than done. <br><br>She stepped up to his back her hand running up it as she stepped close. Allowing him to keep himself busy as she hugged him. For a moment she just took deep breaths and let his warmth work through her. She kissed the back of his neck and peeked over his shoulder, <strong>"you know it's not all on you. Well the cooking is, unless you want to eat mac ad cheese or raman for the rest of your life.' </strong>she said moving away as he needed to move. Not wanting to crowd him as he worked thing over in his mind. <strong>"So are the others coming back or are we going to have to go find them too?"</strong> she asked trying to form a plan. Cars were easy she could get cars, but getting everyone together and in the right direction that was a whole other matter. Especially if we had people that were going to try and see who had the biggest pair before they all got moving.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SablePaladin</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 23:35:01</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>Location:</strong> Tom's Apartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tom, Billy, Open<br><br>Chrissa was pleased at how complete Tom's collection of gear seemed to be. She slid out of her jacket as he offered her the vest, and pulled the vest on. It was quite heavy, with all the loaded magazines in it, and it obviously had not been designed for a girl. She winced a bit as it rested heavily over her bust, but it would just have to do. She picked up the AR-10 again and pulled the charging handle back just enough to inspect the chamber and ensure there was no round in it. Then she pulled a magazine from a pouch on the vest, inserted it into the magazine well, and cycled the bolt, chambering a round. She did a second inspection of the chamber to ensure the gun was actually loaded. <strong>"Now we're talking,"</strong> she murmured to herself.<br><br>She looked up as Billy showed her the handgun he'd chosen. <strong>"Glock 19,"</strong> she said. <strong>"Good choice. My father has one of these, and he taught me how to shoot it."</strong> As he held the gun in his firing hand, she put her hand on his and held the gun up, pointing it at a wall and well away from the others. <strong>"Make sure your fingers are wrapped tightly around the front of the grip, but let your fingertips be somewhat loose and relaxed on the sides," </strong>she said to him. <strong>"Keep your finger off the trigger unless you're ready to actually shoot. Last thing we need is you shooting yourself in the foot, or worse, shooting one of us in the back. Take your other hand,"</strong> she said, standing behind him and pulling his other hand up to the gun, <strong>"and wrap it over your firing hand. Don't <em>squeeze</em> the grip. Just push forward into it with the heel of your firing hand, and pull back on it with the fingers of your support hand. That'll give you good recoil control, and it won't pull your shots left or right. When you're aiming, your eye should be focused on the front sight, not your target. If you focus on the front sight and place it directly over your target, your bullet will go exactly where you want it to. Focus on anything else, you'll miss."</strong> She quickly showed him how to load and unload the gun, then handed it back to him. <strong>"You'll want a holster for it. The first time you try to shove it in your pants to carry it, you'll shoot your dick off."</strong> She winked.<br><br><strong>"I'm all good here,"</strong> she told Tom. <strong>"We need to roll out. We can answer questions along the way if need be."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowe</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:32:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br><strong>Location</strong>: Tom’s apartment<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tom, Chrissa, Trystin<br><br>Billy was impressed by the variety, and glad that there were some powerful arrows for him to use. He also appreciated that Tom gave him some tips on shooting the gun. Obviously, aiming and firing a gun is much different than a bow, so it would be good for him to have knowledge of the one he knew less of.<br><br>Chrissa also helped him, and her lesson was more hands-on, and he liked it more too. He smiled as she touched his hands and gave him some further pointers. He listened intently, but didn’t miss the opportunity to enjoy feeling her body close to his. <br><br>&nbsp;<em>"You'll want a holster for it. The first time you try to shove it in your pants to carry it, you'll shoot your dick off."</em><br><br>Billy smiled, <strong>“And we wouldn’t want that.”</strong> He said and got a holster for the gun as well as some extra bullets from the ones Chrissa had pointed out. Truth was, he couldn’t tell the difference from one to the next, so he’d have to get familiar with them real quick. <br><br>After getting what he needed, Billy joined Chrissa by the door, <strong>“I’m ready too.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Blind Faith: The Journey</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 17:16:52</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>Location</strong>:Jacks Place<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Photo (plus fathers military jacket)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:Billy, Tom, Chrissa<br><br>Tristyn was still gawking at the dragons hoard of guns Tom's father had stock piled into the room.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Apocolyps nut is an understatment for your dad Tom, not that is a bad statement but, just...wow"</span></em></strong> He bent down sifting throung the cases, unlocking and looking before he found an AR-15 and smirked <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Last time I used one of these was on my dads base, mind if I?"</span></em></strong> He questioned Tom in general as he continued to look through his stuff.&nbsp; <br><br>He hadn't noticed the other standing by the door ready to go, his back was to the group and they could see him shiver lightly like a little child in a candy shop as he opened a smaller case <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Jefferon gave my dad one..."</span></em></strong> he muttered softly as he stood holding the heavyness of the Taurus Magnum.&nbsp; He turned as hazel eyes found the others staring at him, and they could see him get red from embaracement as he lowered the revolver.&nbsp; <strong><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Sorry"</span></em></strong> He gave a nervous smile as he looked at the group.&nbsp; Tom a tactical gun freak, Billy a born leader ready to take control if needed, and the Chrissa, a girl who knew what needed to be done, yet he feared she might not care to much bout her own safety. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Taurus Judge Manum (yes I'v shot one, and yes they are awsome!)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/img_5031-tfb.jpg)</div></div>
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