[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/e0a308d5859b98e238ad03e76d5840d5/tumblr_inline_nuo5o8hvdQ1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building F ---> the Mess Hall (Building 2)[/center][hr][hr]Jack felt as happy as could be, strolling down the street with Tatiana. His old habits told him that they shouldn't just wander, that they needed to check the area first, but he ignored them. They had found a place of safety, and they couldn't afford to live in fear forever. Living in fear was just surviving. They needed something more, something to help them get up each day, something worth fighting the good fight for. 

Entering the Mess Hall, Jack heard the same call for help, and his gut pulled him in two directions. On one hand, he didn't want to let Tatiana out of his sight. The day had been too kind, too forgiving so far--it wouldn't be long before that would change, the pessimistic side of him said. On the other hand, by helping, he could start to become at home in this town. He could contribute, and aid with Tatiana's safety. [color=00ff00]"Anything happens, you get clear and stay safe, yeah?"[/color] Jack murmured, nuzzling Tatiana's nose slightly with his own. [color=00ff00]"Come an' find me if you need anything."[/color]

He smiled a bit, before putting his hands in his pockets slightly, and approached the fierce blonde. [color=00ff00]"I can give you a hand,"[/color] Jack offered, with his hand bandaged up from breaking the glass earlier that day. It didn't bother him too much, and getting some physical work in would be nice. It would be logical, safe, and [i]normal.[/i] [color=00ff00]"Don't know much about repairs, but I'm happy to learn."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/86a238571b5744e8ddbef360d60da42e/tumblr_inline_mw08cogtZt1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard gasped a bit, when Lyon pinned him against the wall, his poor stupid head unable to do much more than gasp for air. Air had never seemed so sweet in that moment, and he daydreamed a bit more of his time in Cyprus. He had fallen off of the ship once, after demonstrating that he could balance the tip of his sword on his hand, all while standing on the railing. By the time he went onto one foot, he had fallen, plunging down into the waters. 

Air had been so sweet then too. 

[color=cc6699]"Desolée, j'ai regardé dans le vide,"[/color] Édouard muttered, his words almost puffy from the lack of oxygen. He came to around when Lyon proclaimed that he was going to be a stool pigeon, and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor. Groaning in pain, Édouard considered getting up, but the floor seemed rather comfortable. He closed his eyes, content to lie in the filth, as at least the floor was always there for him, always supporting him, never let him down. 

His mind turned through several memories, struggling to put together some connections. Such as how fond Alisanne was of the Lyon "myth" and the argument Darcey had with Alisanne. Édouard was too thick to put it together, but Édouard wasn't the only Riviere sibling that Alisanne had wanted dead. However, before he could let himself take a nice little nap, he was pulled off of the ground by his hair, and he screamed a bit. His precious locks! The gorgeous hair that women all around the world had fawned over! His vanity brought his rage back, and had he not found it repetitive, he would have spat in Lyon's face.

[color=cc6699]"Je ne suis pas un enfant, Lyon,"[/color] Édouard reminded the man, a new scheme sifting through his mind. It would take careful implementation, but how sweet it would be...It amused him, and he smiled almost childishly, blood staining his teeth--whether or not it was his or from the human remains in the room, he couldn't be certain. 

[hider=Translations]Desolée, j'ai regardé dans le vide. = Sorry, I zoned out.
Je ne suis pas un enfant, Lyon. = I am not a child, Lyon.[/hider]