[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/557ca03d6bc41a94f3f11bba8f92e39e/tumblr_inline_o69dklI9H41tjno01_500.gif[/img][hr][color=00ff00][b]Location[/b][/color]: Newnan Building E - Apartment E2[/center][hr][hr]With the razor gliding smoothly across his face, removing the little bits of cute and innocent stubble, Jack couldn't help but dance ever so slightly as he went. In between strokes of the razor, he'd wield the razor like a microphone, as if he was at a karaoke bar. Every measure was accented but a slight tap of his hand against the sink, and in true Jack fashion, he sang a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ]sweet and romantic[/url] song. By the time he finished, he clapped his hands against his face, pleased with his job. 

[color=00ff00]"The name's Bond. James Bond,"[/color] he said into the mirror, before pretending to flip long flowing locks of hair over his shoulder. He then cracked a goofy grin and made finger guns at the mirror, mimicking the sounds of gunfire for a short moment. The nervous energy of his wedding day had to come out somewhere--and for Jack, it was already incredibly likely for him to start acting like a four year old boy when left to his own devices. 

But with his shaving job done, he mentally went through the list from Miss Sally again. His next most important job was to avoid running into Tatiana--[i]and rehearse his wedding vows.[/i] He had an idea to try to say them in Russian if he could, but for him, the biggest accomplishment would be to pronounce any of those damn R's. It was really fortunate that Tatiana was an R free name, after all. 

And so, Jack remained in Miss Sally's apartment, going through his wedding vows. They were wicked cool--or at least, that's what he thought of them. But to be honest, all that mattered to him was that he'd get to marry Tatiana before the sun set that day. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/82ea1b28edb3a34d74ec914197e6ef8c/tumblr_inline_n1lyzxGwtg1sauf7l.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outer Wall[/center][hr][hr]It was frustrating, the lack of information they had. The speculation itself could have been fun, but Beatrice doubted that anything good could have happened. It had to have been something that rocked the foundation of Newnan, something big. It was a military settlement--people didn't abandon posts for no reason, especially without a schedule. And while she did trust Lyon, he was just as clueless as the rest of them about the situation. 

However, Beatrice did crack a slight smile at Ciel's suggestion. While Ciel may have survived the apocalypse, he was still a kid at heart it seemed. But to be fair, the thought of people eating other people was hardly unrealistic these days. In fact, it was quite common, what with the abundance of walkers and everything. But Riley herself did have a point--the people in Franklin were hardly plentiful enough to be eaten or support Newnan. And who would want to eat a drug addict like Chloe anyways? 

It'd be some wedding feast, however...
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/67b8293d571a6482cf1dfa308493139b/tumblr_mjicmxvEaG1qijnxzo2_250.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outer Wall[/center][hr][hr]Chloe let out a bit of a sigh, cupping her hands together briefly to blow warm air on them. She had grown up in Indiana and had experienced the cold before, even despite her move to California after high school. And as much as she disliked the cold, it was bearable. Detoxing was a far more painful experience--especially when there were walkers about. She leaned slightly on her right foot, and then on her left, playing a game of sorts with herself to pass the time. 

[color=ff6600]"Want one?"[/color] Chloe offered, having noticed her sister eyeing the cigarette. She took another drag from it, grateful for the comfort that it brought. It was certainly one advantage of Ryan's obsession with her, getting free cigarettes and whatnot. He wouldn't have a reason to share with her otherwise. 

However, at Riley's comment about her not having enough meat on her bones, Chloe couldn't help but laugh. She had always been a bit skinny, with all of her weight coming from lean muscle--but it was even truer now. Prisons weren't always the best for keeping up an athletic regimen, but Newnan's conditions practically encouraged it. The conditions of the world as a whole encouraged it. [color=ff6600]"I'm sure they won't eat us. Or at least, not me,"[/color] Chloe teased. [color=ff6600]"Ryan'd throw a bitch fit if they even tried to."[/color]