[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/303c0e3dae61b1b0212c52581ead7076/tumblr_inline_nuo660fNOP1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall: Kitchen) ---> Building F[/center][hr][hr][color=00ff00]"It's a band,"[/color] Jack explaining, playing the air guitar for a brief moment. He grinned as she laced her hand through his, and let himself be led out of the mess hall and into Building F--no, into their [i]home[/i]. At her playful pestering, Jack couldn't have been more tempted to spoil the entire thing. The only way he could be guaranteed to keep a secret would be if he never learned it in the first place. He doubted even death could keep him from spilling the beans. 

[color=00ff00]"It's a magical suhprise,"[/color] Jack promised, grinning coyly. He nodded as she headed off to clean, and as soon as she was out of sight of his pack, he dashed over to it like a jack rabbit. Pulling out the start of the ring, Jack quickly set to work, trying his best to keep each knot the same size as all of the others. Using his teeth to get the knots to pull together tightly, he figured that it would take Tatiana five minutes at least to clean up -- his previous girlfriend, Sutton, had spent practically hours showering. [color=00ff00]"Don't look yet!"[/color] Jack called out, just in case. 

By the time he finished the ring, his fingers were positively cramped. He shoved it carefully into his pocket, and then waited for Tatiana, the same goofy grin on his face as always. It was time. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://www.reactiongifs.com/r/2013/06/flesh-wound.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard didn't do much beyond glare, following Lyon like a sulking and plotting child to the makeshift infirmary. He eyed the place for a moment, tempting to make some scathing remark about how he was more likely to get an infection by being in Franklin than if he didn't clean the wound on his face. Instead, he forced his hand to only loosely grasp the rag, not even strangling it with righteous anger. Eyeing the various instruments, Édouard recalled how Amelia had been [i]celebrated[/i] for assaulting his manhood. 

Promising to himself that they would all pay, he let the smallest of smiles grace his lips. The time for games was over. It was time to put his talents to the test. 

[i]Le match de mort commence.[/i]