[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/cab0dac655a2a806fe7975481923ae66/tumblr_inline_nuo5mq2mia1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Vicinity of the Front Outer Wall (Lagrange St) ---> Inner Wall Gate[/center][hr][hr][color=00ff00]"I'm always okay,"[/color] Jack replied, a smile on his face yet his tone was grim. It was within his nature to protect his loved one, a large part of the reason he became a cop in the first place. As Tatiana went over to Sophia, Jack groaned on the inside, wishing that she would've stayed down. The shooter could easily come back, and a person running around taking care of those in a wheelchair would make an excellent target. Was it selfish of him to choose Tatiana to live and Sophia to die?

He didn't come up with an answer. Instead, he stayed low as he dashed over to Tatiana, thankful for the apparent cease in gunfire. As soon as the pair of them got their weapons back, they'd be able to leave the city. He hadn't the faintest idea what Newnan was dealing with, and he didn't want to lose Tatiana as well. Sutton had died because of him--Tatiana's blood couldn't be on his hands. 

His fingers laced around hers, and he let Tatiana through the inner gate first, before coming behind her. It must have been an odd sight to see, the ballerina, the performer, the cripple, and the cop, all dashing for shelter. [color=00ff00]"Any idea who'd come an' do this?"[/color] Jack asked, glancing at Sophia. [color=00ff00]"They're absolute gahbage, whoevah they are."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/95963bb8f51a5937dc0a78b4aa7e5991/tumblr_inline_mw07jdn8LX1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: [i]Dans La Rue[/i] ---> Into the Woods[/center][hr][hr]Édouard narrowed his eyes slightly, hearing the man's instructions. His tutors had told him the same thing on countless occasions, stressing the importance of learning English in this world. Even now, Édouard still held a distinct distaste for that language. It was for the dogs, the birds, and Hannah Montanna fans! Glancing at the others standing around, Édouard hardly doubted they'd communicate with him. [color=cc6699]"Seulement les crétins parlent anglais,"[/color] Édouard sniffed. At the man refusing to shake his hand, Édouard couldn't help but feel more and more offended. [i]No one[/i] disrespected him and got away with it!

Well, perhaps Svetlana did, but that was beside the point...

Édouard reluctantly climbed into the truck, seriously considering just leaving. No one had bothered to explain to him what was going on, so he didn't see any danger to it. Still, he couldn't exact revenge upon the man from Lyon without knowing where he lived. And with Amelia's threats, she had made it onto his shit list as well. He sniffed again. Filthy Americans. They wouldn't know [i]real[/i] culture if it crashed the car they were riding in. He picked at his nails, attempting to get rid of the dirt, only to groan as they stopped to pick up [i]more[/i] people. 

[color=cc6699]"Ce sont deux esclaves?"[/color] Édouard asked, his smile brightening a bit at the thought. There wasn't anything quite as romantic as forced labor--it was even more satisfying, however, when he got to watch someone else do it. 

[hider=Translations]Seulement les crétins parlent anglais = Only imbeciles speak English
Ce sont deux esclaves? = Are those two slaves?[/hider]