[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]A[/b] (Ash's House, exterior front) 
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	The repeated poundings on James's arm started to add up. Bryn was stronger than she looked, especially when she was slamming knuckles into one while in a state of mild shock. He sighed wearily, totally understanding her reaction to the whole, messy situation. But by hit number four, he was starting to flinch in her vise-like grasp. Reflexively he put a hand in the way, but by then she had stopped hammering his poor arm and began pointing at Thana. [color=firebrick]"Yuh huh."[/color] he said quietly. [color=firebrick]"Ain't that somethin'?"[/color] 

	James remained quiet otherwise during the Big Reveal and the emotional fallout that got kicked up as a result, hoping his contribution to the covert operation to get her inside would just blow away in the wind and he could get back to his duties for the wedding. But subtle things like "Logic" like to get in the way of one's hopes, in this instance the irrefutable logic that he was a friend of Zoie's family from WAY back before the Outbreak. He'd chowed down on fried chicken her mother had made on more than a few occasions. Trained hunting dogs for them. Handled hog problems in their neighborhood. Logic dictated that he knew all about little Miss Thana. This train of logic was made irredeemably bare when Thana referenced James for proof of identity. He felt several eyes on him just then. 

	Instead of beginning some grand speech on the matter, the ordinarily jovial blackneck gave a simple but repeated nod of his head. Yeah, he knew her once. Not so sure if he really [i]knew[/i] her anymore, but it sure was good to see her alive still. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff8c00]Schrödinger[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Across the street from Building [b]A[/b] (Ash's House) 
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	Schrody could smell the adrenaline on the cold wind and sense a palpable shock coming from the Humans. He couldn't exactly tell why tensions were so high. Maybe it had something to do with the alpha guy who tells the other Humans to do things? They were mostly all staring up at him. No, not him, so much. The other one next to him. Well both, but [i]mostly[/i] the other one, by far. Something was up. Very possibly something important to the people of Newnan. 

	Unfortunately, it didn't have anything to do with him. As a matter of fact, whatever this thing was, it meant that less attention would be paid to him, so Schrodinger couldn't care less if their hair spontaneously caught on fire. Wait... no, that would be worth the watch. Ok, stick around and see if anything like that was going to happen, then locate a nice, warm spot to catch his morning nap. Maybe one of these people could assist with that particular endeavor. 

	Sit quietly, wait and see. Maybe bat his paws at something playfully. The Humans loved that.