[color=DarkCyan]Pierre Athene[/color]

[color=Brown]"Geez Louise! Unobservant people are unobservant. Of course I did not set the flare do you think that I am allowed near fire much less explosives?"[/color]

McKenzie's head tilts slightly to one side, while a quizzical expression overtakes her face. 

[color=Brown]"Did you seriously not hear Mistah Constable McMountainMan? What a thing to miss as it seems like he put a lot of work in choosing a comedic accent and then making a dramatic entrance. Like how could you miss something like that? I was a little further away than youse guys were and I friggin managed to catch it...just trust me it was a laugh riot. People these days cannot even stop and smell the roses or catch the whiff of sweet comedy in the air. As for army men I cannot say that I have seen any lately...though I before this disaster I saw a few security type people in arm bands walking around the park with military grade weapons, but it did not seem like they worked for Yellow Stone though or the United States armed forces for that matter; it was odd as they seemed to be doing official security business like checking people's licenses, but then they would ask odd questions about somebody's political views or country of origin. Apparently unbeknownst to me there are incorrect answers to those questions as more then a few people received a thrashing myself included..."[/color] 

She runs a hand across her bruised face before suspiciously eying the MP5 strapped on Pierre's back before continuing.

[color=brown] "It is a kooky coincidence that your Dad and those guys are carrying the same type of weapon...but I am no negative Nancy you folks are too nice to go around beating people up. Well enough chitchat we should see if we can help those folks out."[/color]

While, the annoying girl blathered on Pierre sighed internally to himself as the last thing he wanted to be doing was embroiling himself further in the affairs of these idiots; he should be seeking help not baby-sitting these fools, but this nagging otherworldly feeling would not leave him.

Eventually as they left the fringe and joined the other group he thought perhaps these new people would be more tolerable than his current companions, but alas the Tiny Tim song shattered his hopes. Pierre silently wondered if he could shoot them all and claim self-defense; however, much to his chagrin he refrained from acting on his violent urges. 

He sensed a feeling of hurt emanating from the blonde haired woman who was doodling and then unfamiliar memories assaulted the proverbial gates of his mind; a quint little classroom, small children whom were each unique in their own special way, excitement and eagerness for a field trip... oh, as evidenced by the passing visions this woman was a teacher who took her class here for a field trip. Oh, my god the children were dea...off to a better place. This woman seemed to have good memories of the children...comforting memories; he subconsciously licked his lips before abruptly snapping out of the trace. 

He was greeted by severe hunger pangs and clutched his stomach. He mused on saying something comforting to the teacher, but he felt like he would be intruding further into her inner sanctum. 

He mumbled something almost inaudible under his breath, [color=DarkCyan] "shame about the children...would have enjoyed the park...would have helped the kinetic learners in the class especially little Jeremy...could have kindled a lifelong appreciation of history."[/color]

He ran his left hand through his hair the fading sun's rays reflected off of his authentic New York Jet's Super Bowl ring. Where were these feelings coming from as he particularly remembered hating children. Pushing this to the back of his mind Pierre regained his cocky demeanor.  

[color=DarkCyan]"Hmm...I suppose you sorry lot set off the flare, I suppose it would be unrealistic to hope that anyone semi-competent can be found in this tick infested hellhole of a national park. I am Pierre Athene and these are my assoc...help uh...Daria and annoy...McKenzie. I seriously doubt any of you were at my charity convention as evidenced by your ratty clothing and unkempt appearance..."[/color]

He glared at Sean as he said the last part before continuing on his tirade. 

"[color=DarkCyan]...fucking Christ on the cross other than myself are all the people who were worth a damn dead? It is just my luck to be stuck with the brat-pack until I am rescued...wonderful just fucking wonderful."[/color]