[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/ffb947939bfcf1280fa9b672d21c4560/tumblr_inline_nuo4uccIIz1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall)[/center][hr][hr]Jack continued to hold Tatiana close to him, enjoying the juxtaposition of the warmth of her skin and the chill of the AC unit. As Bazhooli started glancing between Sophia and himself, he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. They'd just arrived in Newnan that day, after all. It wasn't the time or place for people to be looking at him--not yet. He hadn't earned that. All he really wanted, after all, was to keep Tatiana safe. The entire world could burn, as long as Tatiana would make it out alive.

[color=00ff00]"Not too often, I hope,"[/color] Jack said, glancing at Sophia. [color=00ff00]"You a pefohmah?"[/color] Jack asked Bazhooli, stating the obvious. [color=00ff00]"I grew up in Boylston, the theatah district of Boston...Got a few circuses go through there evehynow and then."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/6ae8976d44f3df1174ef33c906d303cc/tumblr_inline_mw086zle6R1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Truck[/center][hr][hr]Édouard groaned a bit, tugging on his ears in a fit of desperation. If he had to listen to Amelia butcher the French language one more time, he'd lose it. Glancing around him, he considered which was worse: throwing himself from the truck or listening to her use the grammar of an English pig high on cocaine. The ground looked even more tempting, and he forced himself to breath, remembering the anger management exercises his middle sister, Darcey, had been recommended to use by her tutors.

[color=cc6699]"Si tu déformes le français encore, je te tuerai. Tu me comprends?"[/color] Édouard hissed, noticing that the translator was far off, dealing with the walkers as they passed. There'd be no one to tell him off aside from Amelia, and he couldn't help but fantasize about throwing her off of the truck. Perhaps she'd learn to use proper grammar then. It was a kindness on his part, really. He'd be doing her a favor. 

Throwing a glance over at Svetlana, Édouard couldn't help but ponder why she continued to pretend to not speak English. Still, each time he began to seriously consider it, those [i]awful[/i] bangs seemed to flip the bird at him. Not that it was a hand gesture he wasn't used to receiving in America, of course. His fantasy about brutally murdering Amelia changed, with Svetlana cutting her bangs off at the same time. It'd improve the dimensions of her face and everything. Letting out a content sigh, Édouard closed his eyes, hoping desperately that Amelia would try to say something in French, so he could follow through on his threat.

No one could say he didn't warn her, after all. 

[hider=Translations]Si tu déformes le français encore, je te tuerai. Tu me comprends? = If you mangle French one more time, I'll kill you. You understand?[/hider]