[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/e249e40402047cf2f09526bc83ed6877/tumblr_inline_nuo4av2MD91qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall)[/center][hr][hr]For a moment, Jack realized that he had [i]nearly[/i] been replaced by the cat. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head at the thought. When his parents split up, around when he was a baby, his mother had almost gotten a cat for their little family. His siblings, living with his father, had three dogs. It was a poetic juxtaposition, demonstrating the split nature of the once whole household. 

[color=00ff00]"You got a dog named Heisenbugh?"[/color] Jack asked, recalling the very little science he knew. He hadn't gone to college, and in high school, he focused on getting the classes he needed for his diploma, and not much else. He had to be there for his mom--school wasn't too much of an option for him. He watched as the cat was given a meal, almost wanting to point out that the mouse should be food enough, but figured that Tatiana wouldn't want to watch the [i]body[/i] be devoured. 

[color=00ff00]"Anything we can do, miss?"[/color] Jack added, hoping to put himself to use. There didn't seem to be any sex crimes for him to investigate, but he wasn't incompetent, and with a few instructions, he figured he could help ease Miss Sally's workload. That, and if he helped in the kitchen as well, he'd be able to spot the next mouse before Tatiana could. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/8c305dbca6f6c45e6ddd4dc0fcd4b219/tumblr_inline_mw07k8HYow1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard's nostrils flared. If anything, they should've been begging for him to stay, realizing his brilliance. Before the apocalypse, no one would have dared to treat him like this. He chuckled slightly, turning around to instruct Félix to dismember the Frenchman. Instead, only air remained there, a result of his own cowardice. His knuckles pulsed, and Édouard felt his rage swell rapidly. He was sick and tired of the attitude around here, already. 

And so he swung his fist, aiming for Lyon's jaw as he pulled his cutlass. He would then hold the blade to Lyon's throat if able to do so, seeing more than red--a bloody shade of scarlet. He didn't think about the fact that everyone around him didn't trust him, that they'd likely shoot him for pulling a blade on one of their own. Édouard didn't care about any of that. Death didn't scare him, or perhaps, it was more likely that his stupidity shielded him. [color=cc6699]"Rétractez!"[/color] Édouard hissed.

[color=cc6699]"Pleurez aux pieds, chien."[/color] He took a slight breath, perhaps more in line with his family than ever before. His temper had gotten the best of him, though it hadn't been the first time. The world of walkers and chaos seemed unreal to him, as if it had been an awful fantasy. And even the thought that he may not have been, after all, god's gift to women didn't cross his mind. He spat at Lyon's feet, right after finishing his few snarling words. 

[hider=Translations]Rétractez! = Take that back!
Pleurez aux pieds, chien. = Weep at my feet, dog.[/hider]