[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/5fd701871bcdd94bcf667b0966389471/tumblr_inline_nuo4lkbhl51qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall: Kitchen)[/center][hr][hr]Jack nodded, following Ms. Sally along with Tatiana. While his mother had raised him with the belief that [i]anyone[/i] could do hard labor, he didn't object to Ms. Sally's assessment that he was packing some muscle. He was more compact rather than bulky, but they didn't allow just anyone to become an officer of the law. He started to get to work, moving food over, and hefting up the rapidly filling pans. [color=00ff00]"These'd make some good cahdio,"[/color] Jack joked, turning to face Tatiana. 

Catching sight of her grin, Jack smiled goofily, until he noticed her blush and the way she stared at Bazhooli. For a mere moment, a chill seized Jack's heart, only to be recalled once he remembered Ms. Sally's words and the fact that Tatiana would never do that to him. [color=00ff00]"Knives and a ballahina? Sounds like a wicked show,"[/color] Jack encouraged, adjusting his grip on one of the serving dishes. Moving them out to where Ms. Sally had instructed, Jack cracked his knuckles a bit, before returning to the kitchen. He couldn't help but note the lack of a dead mouse, and sincerely hoped that mice couldn't become walkers as well. 

He heard Sophia offer her help as well, and Jack couldn't help but like the girl more and more. As a friend, mind you. He had a deep respect for people who could pull their own weight, and not everyone would be offering to lend a hand when they only had a single hand to give. [color=00ff00]"That's awful [i]handy[/i] of you, Sophia,"[/color] Jack said, winking a bit to accent his own pun. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/eba6be93b63fb5f6ad8da8bd478c4dca/tumblr_inline_mw087jdcWc1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard growled a bit, seeing the pistol aimed at his head. Russian roulette had been a game his sister, Darcey, had always wanted to play with him--and right now, he doubted that Lyon had a full chamber. And if the Frenchman was willing to waste his ammunition on him....Well, what little Édouard knew, he did know the basics of how to run a criminal organization. Bullets were always needed. [color=cc6699]"Tu bluffais,"[/color] Édouard assessed, straightening his back. [color=cc6699]"Tu as hyper besoin de balle, mon salaud."[/color]

Édouard kept his cutlass in one arm, but stood wide, as if daring Lyon to pull the trigger. [color=cc6699]"Tu n'as pas de...comment dit on en anglais? Ah, oui...ze balls."[/color] His mouth was twisted into a grin, but it quickly vanished as his knees were kicked in, and he fell to the ground, his sword clattering from his hand. Fingers dug into his shoulder, and he couldn't help but be thankful that his tattoos weren't being dug into it. His ship and flag tattoos didn't need to be scarred with the filthy hands of the Franklinites. He chuckled a bit as Lyon grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, pondering his options. 

[color=cc6699]"Tirez à pile ou face,"[/color] Édouard replied, his gambling and thrill seeking addition rising to the surface. 

The wind was knocked from him, as enormous pain erupted in his lower regions. Falling forward, Édouard gasped, his mouth almost like a fish, as he attempted to breathe. Eventually, he drew in sweat delicious air, but his nether regions only increased in pain. [color=cc6699]" NIQUE TA MÈRE!"[/color] Édouard screamed, clutching his manhood. Before he could even allow himself to cry, his head was tossed around with the stinging slaps of Svetlana, and this time, he couldn't even bring himself to curse. 

Édouard knew that he would need to get up, in order to respond to the baiting of the Americans. However, if his sore leg hadn't ailed him enough, there was immense pain in each and every part of his body. Death seemed sweat and called for, as with the whack Amelia had given him, he doubted that he'd ever be able to come even [i]close[/i] to fathering a child. [color=cc6699]"Je choisis...l'exil."[/color]

[hider=Translations]Tu bluffais = You're bluffing
Tu as hyper besoin de balle, mon salaud = You're in dire need of bullets, my (dear) son of a bitch.
Tu n'as pas de...comment dit on en anglais? Ah, oui...ze balls. = You don't have the....how does one say it in English? Ah, yes...the balls.
Tirez à pile ou face = Flip a coin.
Nique ta mere! = F*ck your mother!
Je choisis...l'exil. = I choose...exile.[/hider]