[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]The words fell a little awkwardly off of Jack's tongue, and he paced back and forth in Miss Sally's apartment. He wanted his vows to Tatiana to be perfect, but the nerves were starting to get to him. He made little mistakes, changed words around by accident, and he pulled at his hair ever so slightly each time. The last time he had memorized something so fiercely was when he was studying for the police academy, back when he had his mom to help him with mnemonics and whatnot. 

[color=00ff00]"Today I make the most sinceh promise one heart can make to anothah..."[/color] he paused, and glanced up at the wall. The wall, being just a wall, did nothing particularly excited. He laughed awkwardly, and rubbed the back of his head, before trying to run the vows from the start all over again. Truthfully, though, Jack knew that he'd be fine when the moment came and he married Tatiana. That would be the easy part. 

It was the waiting that would be difficult. Having to avoid Tatiana consciously and not see her before the wedding--Jack wanted nothing more than to go be with her at that moment. She was his happiness and his sunshine. Without her, Jack doesn't know what type of man he could have become. The very thought of her filled him with warmth, as cliché as it may have seemed, but he didn't care. Almost every cliché he had heard about love applied to how he felt about Tatiana. 

She was just that amazing. 
[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]Instruments out of people's bones? The idea hardly seemed practical to Beatrice. It'd be easier to use people as fertilizer she figured, or to fashion their bones into crude weapons. Yet to make someone into a flute or a drum? It'd be easier, in her opinion, to cut down a tree and fashion it by hand. But with the lack of information they received, she had to suppose that it was just as reasonable as any other idea that had been suggested. 

She bit her lip ever so slightly as the annoying Ridgeway sister began to reminisce about horror films. Beatrice had a soft spot for horror films. The adrenaline in them matched the adrenaline she felt on the streets of Justice, the adrenaline that she associated with being alive. But on principle, she didn't want to agree with Chloe Ridgeway of all people. The girl was a waste of space, a used up honors student who couldn't take the pressure of an exam and turned to heroin. The day Chloe left Newnan, Beatrice figured she'd be ecstatic, if anything. 

If Beatrice was skilled at anything, it would be how to hold a grudge. 

Once the Newnanites returned and they were relieved from their posts, Beatrice hurried down from the wall, glad to remove herself from the company of people. She tended to do best on her own, and besides, there were tasks still at hand. Getting dressed for the wedding could happen later--for now, Beatrice wanted nothing more than to take a long walk or a run. [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 noticed Amelia's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She turned her head slightly, that way Riley could see, before giving her an approving nod. While Chloe didn't know Amelia now, her sister deserved happiness--and even after the world ended, rockstars still had mad game with the ladies it'd seem. Chloe had never quite been able to bond with her sister over crushes. Back in high school, Chloe still thought she was straight, and with their religious parents, talking about Riley's crushes was out of the question. Their parents still didn't know their prodigy child was gay--she had been disowned as well the moment she was convicted. 

[color=ff6600]"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have offered,"[/color] Chloe remarked, rolling her eyes playfully as she handed over a cigarette to Riley, using her own to light it. Before she was imprisoned, Chloe could've smoked an entire pack in an hour if she was really stressed out. But in prison, cigarettes had a lot more value to them. To get one, you needed connections or to perform whatever sexual favor a guard desired. Chloe learned to make each cigarette count after that. [color=ff6600]"Besides, lung cancer seems like a fucking blessing of a death nowadays."[/color]

Holding onto her smoke with her lips, Chloe slipped on the gloves, grateful for the bit of extra heat. She figured she'd head home and grab something to slip on over her shirt, to give her a little added layer of heat. If she didn't have anything that'd work, she figured Ryan wouldn't complain if she stole something of his to wear. But at the comment about making instruments out of their bones, Chloe grinned a bit at the thought. Even with everything that happened, some people's nightmares never changed. They were still the things found in horror movies. 

Speaking of which...[color=ff6600]"Fuck, I miss thrillers,"[/color] Chloe sighed. [color=ff6600]"Where creepy shit like using humans as instruments would happen...Some stupid ass white girl calling out if anyone's there...It's the little things in life that you miss."[/color] Of course, Chloe didn't mean the apocalypse. She hadn't been able to watch a decent movie since before the start of her final incarceration. 

With people sent to relieve the Franklinites from the wall, Chloe finally gave up on the pathetic endings of her first cigarette that day. Snuffing it out with the toe of her boot, she waited with a mixture of patience and impatience as the Newnan rotation resumed guard duty. She half expected Ryan to come running up with them, bearing news of what had happened. But with him absent, Chloe raised an eyebrow, and turned towards her sister. 

[color=ff6600]"Shit must've been real,"[/color] Chloe murmured. [color=ff6600]"You don't think they put Ryan in lock-up again or some bullshit, right?"[/color] She paused for a moment, as Beatrice left. [color=ff6600]"Here, I'll help you look for something with strings on it, sis."[/color]