[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/b59cea589a5839a73098b785427def7c/tumblr_inline_nuoeci5NZI1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building F[/center][hr][hr]Jack nodded, his teeth showing as he grinned like the big ol' idiot he often was. The thought of doing the chicken dance seemed like a dream come true, when it came to the blood and horrors of the world that they lived in. He had a sense of foreboding, the entire reason that pushed him to the proposal. Had the alarm from earlier resulted in Tatiana's death, he couldn't have lived with himself. He couldn't have another corpse shuffling around in the world, all because he had been too terrified to take matters into his own hands. 

[color=00ff00]"True, you've got a mighty fine dance to pehform,"[/color] Jack agreed, yet his mind was still dizzy with the idea that they could have a real wedding. He didn't even have anyone to ask for his Best Man -- but mentally, he figured that the Russian, Bazhooli, probably wouldn't mind too much. Or perhaps the doctor, Froggy. Or even the grim faced man, Ash, who ran the group. He cleared his thoughts slightly, returning to reality. They'd have a simple ceremony, if anything. 

But all that really mattered was that he got to make Tatiana happy. That they came a little bit closer to having a normal life. 

[color=00ff00]"Aftah you, solovey,"[/color] Jack said finally, making a sweeping gesture towards the door. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/6caa37430ef1bee70abed45c315752d6/tumblr_inline_mw0871LSS61s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard groaned a bit, finding the blood and guts all over his face. It reminded him of a similar incident, just from that morning, when the walker had collapsed into pieces on top of him. His cheek smushed up against the table, he couldn't even move his lips to complain, without getting bits of gore inside of his mouth. Blood and gore didn't tend to belong in there--the flavor disgusted him. Artificial banana was far superior. 

[color=cc6699]"Moi? Mériter?"[/color] Édouard laughed, falling to the floor from Lyon's shove. His childish plots and ploys were still dancing in his head, but the insanity that came with being a selfish prick enveloped him. Coming to his feet, he forgot the pain in his leg, no longer complaining about it -- externally or internally. He rolled his eyes at Lyon, noting the way that he failed to translate back into English. [color=cc6699]"J'ai le droit de naissance. Je n'ai pas besoin de...la violence and de la peur...Je suis un Riviere, d'accord? J'ai seule besoin de mon nom. Et si l'apocalypse n'arrivais jamais, je serai ton roi."[/color]

He chuckled a bit to himself, before kicking around some of the blood and guts on the floor. Death never terrified him. The only thing that had truly frightened him, above all else, was that he would die without being able to communicate. And with Lyon, the bastard had that fear solved for. As much as he wanted to rip Lyon to shreds and set his remains aflame, with Lyon still drawing breath in the process, Édouard couldn't help but enjoy their conversations. Ever since Félix died, [i]le joli garçon[/i] had been incredibly lonely. Amelia had betrayed him, the bitch. Svetlana had wounded his pride. 

The mischievous sparkle returned to his eye. The sea, that was what he cared about and cherished. Lyon couldn't take that from him. He couldn't take the two things that bound Édouard, represented by his tattoos: France and open waters. [color=cc6699]"Mais ça, c'est ennuyeux. Pourqoui est Lyon, le boucher des enfants, aux États-Unis? Ma sœur, Alisanne, elle m'a dit tout, les meurtres."[/color] The fictional story his eldest sister told him still struck a chord, but Édouard fond a strange comfort in it. Perhaps the stories she fed him were true, he considered, and he pondered whether or not to be more frightened of the demon in front of him. 

But then again, he always loved to gamble. 

[hider=Translations]Moi? Mériter? = Me? Earn?
J'ai le droit de naissance. Je n'ai pas besoin de...la violence and de la peur...Je suis un Riviere, d'accord? J'ai seule besoin de mon nom. Et si l'apocalypse n'arrivais jamais, je serai ton roi. = I have birthright. I don't need...violence and fear...I'm a Riviere, understood? I only need my name. And if the apocalypse never happened, I would be your king.
Mais ça, c'est ennuyeux. Pourqoui est Lyon, le boucher des enfants, aux États-Unis? Ma sœur, Alisanne, elle m'a dit tout, les meurtres. = But this, it's boring. Why is Lyon, the butcher of children, in the United States? My sister, Alisanne, told me all about it, the murders.
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