[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/efa5c6339364b250741b5bb99865fdb8/tumblr_inline_nxghzyEvqa1sh6kg8_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building A: Ash’s Home (On the street outside)[/center][hr]	Bryn was shocked, obviously, at everything that had transpired but the most shocking thing of all for her wasn’t Richard’s reaction (she had expected that much) but it was the fact that James had known about Thana. Bryn and Zoie had been super close, they were best friends after all, and after Zoie had died Bryn had found herself becoming friendlier with James. They’d been friends while she was alive but he reminded her of her lost friend so much and things naturally progressed from there and their friendship had grown stronger. She never thought that James could ever be able to make her feel even an iota close to betrayed.

	She did know though, that it was a ridiculous way to feel but she couldn’t stop that it did feel like a betrayal of trust. There was no need for James to have ever told Bryn that Zoie had had a twin sister and likely, it was most probable that James figured that Zoie’s twin sister was dead like most everyone else in this world but it still stung. Knowing it was so stupid though, Bryn said nothing of it but she did let go of James’s arm and folded her arms across her chest, closing herself off some. Bryn turned to James and frowned slightly at him, opening her mouth as if to say something then sighing and shaking her head before closing her mouth again. She was being stupid and the fact that she was feeling emotional right now was making her uncomfortable. She rubbed the lobe of her right ear gingerly as she refocused her attention onto Ashton and Thana.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=Khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTgzNjA1MjY2M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMjgzOTk0._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building A: Ashton's Home (On the street outside in the crowd) [/center][hr]	Victor was glad that Ashton did not shoot Richard instantly, the man was in a hurting place and the last thing he deserved right now after such a bomb was dropped was to be shot for his confusion. Some simmering anger stirred in Victor’s chest as he watched Ashton standing on his porch. The best thing to do would have been to gather those that had been personally close to Zoie and explain the situation to them calmly and in a controlled manner rather than making a public spectacle of it. To drop this kind of news on them in such a way was most insensitive and Victor was considering having words with Ashton to such effect before he realised that this kind of situation was not likely to occur again so what did it matter? What was done was done but the conversation about why he was left out of such an important matter was going to be had at a later time.

	If Victor was to be taken seriously as the second of the community then he would need to be seen as being respected by Ashton and mostly this was true but at the moment Victor was not feeling respected as his second. In fact, that James was in on this news and he was not, was like adding salt to the wound. Of course, the wound was more like a paper cut and the salt more like vinegar that had made its way inside but the thought still stood. When Richard didn’t move further forward, Victor let out a breath of relief and stopped his movements, instead giving the man space to learn what he needed to. Things had been tense between their friendship but Victor knew that Richard wasn’t all bad, he just needed some time and the right person to help him out of his darkness. He was just sad that he was not able to be that friend for him. All he could do was watch and wait to see how Richard would react.[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/59b3c911bc6f301c08960480888f9488/tumblr_inline_mswyio8qtx1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building A: Ash-hole’s House >> Building B: Rejects R Us --> Richard’s Room[/center][hr]	His mind reeled over the bomb that had just been dropped. Richard was awash with so many different emotions, emotions he’d been burying deep down inside for the last half a year and they were all bubbling to the surface now. His fingernails were digging into this palms and he could feel the sting as they pierced into his skin. The tiny trickle of blood worked its way through the creases of his hand as he stood there in front of Ash’s house rooted to the spot. His eyes lingered on Thana’s face as she approached him, Ash’s words were still sinking in and Richard had no idea what way was up as [i]she[/i] began to speak to him.

	This wasn’t Zoie. Half of him hoped it was, that Zoie had ran off and faked her death to get Eden off the backs of Newnan, it’s the kind of shit he could image her doing. Big hero, like. If it had been her, sure he’d have been pissed but he’d have gotten over it because she would have been back. He’d have become a new man for her, if she’d just come back… but that wasn’t the case. Zoie was still dead and this stranger was going to be walking around, wearing her face and sounding like her. 

	Richard felt Miss Sally’s hand on his shoulder and he flinched a little, he wasn’t used to human contact that wasn’t aggressive. In fact, it was the first time someone had touched him in a manner that was supposed to be comforting. Sure, he’d had his tumble with Bea and he’d been all over Sana but this was different, this felt genuine with no strings attached. It very nearly sent Richard into the realms of bawling his eyes out but he held himself together. He wanted to hear what this stranger had to say.

	Her apology and sympathy meant nothing, it was old hat now, Richard had heard it so much in the early days after he’d lost Daisy and he was frankly sick of it. As Thana finished her explanation and stepped back from Richard, he took a step back in turn. He was slightly closer to Miss Sally and only stopped moving because he knew he’d knock her over if he moved back further. His brow creased into his signature scowl, his eyes were still brimming with salted moisture but now it was clear that it wasn’t sadness any longer, it was rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. His nostrils began to flare and his jaw set into a tense line.

	Richard rose his hand up and rested it on top of Miss Sally’s and gently removed her hand from his shoulder. He turned to her and gave a single nod of thanks before he about turned and began to shove his way through the opposite side of the crow as he made his way away from Ash’s house and towards his own place of solitude. He was breathing heavily and, for the most part, people seemed to move out of his way as he stormed away. He threw open his front door and ran inside, straight up the stairs and into his room – Zoie’s old room. He looked around and everything made him angrier. He could feel the veins in his forehead throbbing as he spotted the CD player that Riley had asked for earlier.

	He moved over to his window, the window that still showed the crowd outside of Ash’s home and the street below. He threw it open and then turned, grabbing the CD player before tossing it out of the window and down into the street below. He wasn’t trying to hit anyone or even to get it close to the crowed. He aimed purely for the sidewalk below to make the maximum damage to his projectile. He yelled as he began to rampage through his room. Books were thrown across the way, pillows were kicked at walls, bedsheets were torn up and a raging mess was made inside Richard’s room. 

	He stopped only to admire his handiwork before he ducked under the bed and grabbed his bag. He began to shove his belongings into it, mostly things that would keep him warm in the snow-covered state. He wasn’t going to be sticking around any longer than he had to. He’d ask for his weapons he’d brought here on his first day and enough food to get him a day away from Newnan. He had done enough work in this damn place that they could give him at least that.[hr]