[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/74ee6351585606237af0f605170c2d6c/tumblr_inline_nuo5m2tFbE1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall: Kitchen)[/center][hr][hr]A wave of relief washed over Jack hearing the [i]all clear[/i] crackle over the radio. At Miss Sally's instructions, Jack instinctively got ready to help serve the food, only to realize he was being dismissed. They were new to the community and didn't have assignments yet. Sheepishly scratching the back of his head, he awkwardly sidestepped out of the way, until he found Tatiana's arms wrapped around him. [color=00ff00]"'Course,"[/color] Jack replied, though his heart skipped a beat. 

Had his mother still been alive, he would have eagerly called her to share the news. [i]Tatiana called the house home![/i] he would have excitedly explained, as hyper as a young girl asked to her first high school dance. And then it dawned on him. While Tatiana was grabbing her shoes, he could grab the ring and quickly finish the knots. The slight scare they had today, as well as the fact that Tatiana called the building their [i]home[/i] had made his mind clearer than ever before. 

[color=00ff00]"You evah heard of the Dropkick Murphys?"[/color] Jack asked. [color=00ff00]"Maybe you could dance to that or somethin',"[/color] he joked, remembering the iconic song released [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-64CaD8GXw]in 2005[/url]. As the pair of them got ready to head home and leave the Mess Hall, Jack glanced over at Bazhooli, wondering if he would [i]also[/i] be dancing tonight, rather than juggle knives. 

Oh yes. He [i]needed[/i] to see that. If only, of course, to defend his reigning title as the best dancer in the state of Georgia. [color=00ff00]"And tonight, I got a present for you,"[/color] Jack added to Tatiana, unable to resist hinting at it. He was the friend you [i]never[/i] let plan a surprise party, as he couldn't help but spoil the secret. He nodded at the group of kids and adults as they came inside, despite not knowing any of them. He was just too nice of a person. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/a85fe0ff465c77c01cf380186d983f56/tumblr_inline_mw088w0d7A1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Have you ever scolded a child, a particularly irritating and obnoxious one at that? If you have, you know that it is [i]far[/i] better to hear them scream and pout. To hear only silence is the most troubling thing of all, as this special type of brat is at their very worst. Rather than throwing a tantrum blindly, silence on their part means enormous trouble on your part. It's the moment when you realize things are too quiet, and you run, thinking to yourself one simple word:

[i]Fuck.[/i]

That was Édouard now. Rather than hiss biting remarks or ponder about the few weeks his tutors had attempted to teach him English as a child, Édouard remained eerily quiet. Not even a smug smile graced his lips, yet there was an intense concentration in his eyes. For a man who dedicated his life to winning the world record for Lowest Amount of Impulse Control, it was sacrilegious almost. He merely stood up from his position on the ground, not even whimpering in pain from the abuse he had been put through. 

And he remained silent.