[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]Hearing the knock on the door, Jack snapped out of his pacing, grateful a bit for the distraction from rehearsing his vows. His tongue was feeling a bit twisted from it all, and he was curious to know what was going on in Newnan. While he might not have been security lead that day, he couldn't shut off the mentality of it. If something had jeopardized the safety of Newnan, he'd want to do his very best to help. Opening the door, he grinned a bit as he saw Ray and Tiffany. 

[color=00ff00]"Hey man, come on in,"[/color] Jack said, stepping aside to let his friends through. [color=00ff00]"Miss Sally hasn't come back yet, just been here practicin' for the wedding."[/color]

Once Ray was through, Jack shut the door. Turning around to face his friends, he clapped his hands against his face, grinning awkwardly the entire time. It was clear that he was starting to get a bit of the pre-wedding jitters. His tuxedo was neatly folded in a corner, and with his face shaven, he didn't have much else to do to kill the next two hours. Time felt incredibly quick and incredibly slow that day. 

[color=00ff00]"What went down at the meetin', you know?"[/color] Jack asked Ray, his curiosity getting to him. After all, curiosity killed the cat--and satisfaction brought it back. There couldn't be any harm in him knowing, right? Although... [color=00ff00]"Actually, don't answah that. If Ash doesn't want me to know, that's that."[/color]
[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 ---> Lagrange Street ---> Jogging Around the Inner Wall ---> Franklin Apartment C3[/center][hr][hr]Beatrice paused for a moment, hearing Riley's sarcastic shout. Had she not told Riley to inform her if she needed help later? Was she supposed to feign ignorance and remain on the wall longer than needed? If Riley wanted her help still, then the woman should vocalize the request. Beatrice didn't feel there was any need to be nervous about asking for help. It was better to be blunt. Besides, there were two hours left until the wedding. If she wanted to go for any sort of run before getting dressed, she'd have to do it now. 

Beatrice turned and glanced up at Riley, tempted to show her the middle finger. [color=#23D5B7]"You know where to find me,"[/color] Beatrice replied. [color=#23D5B7]"And I did ask you earlier to let me know if you needed help. Sarcasm does suit you, however."[/color] And then she turned around, making the rest of her way down the wall. She nodded at O'Riley as she passed him, and once she made it to Lagrange Street, Beatrice took off at a brisk jog, using the inner wall almost as a guiding mark. She ran a few laps, enjoying the added challenge of the cold weather. She had always loved running, the feeling of the ground moving away beneath her feet. 

A secret twin, however? She could understand all of the fuss over it, to say the very least. It probably would've been like seeing a walker, only an intelligent one. A glimpse at the living face of a dead woman, but truly living--not the half life of walkers. Part of her mused that perhaps the dead woman had merely faked her death--the entire twin thing seemed a bit overplayed. Newnan already had two sets of twins, for example--a third seemed to be pushing it in Beatrice's mind. 

But the universe did love to play jokes on people. The current state of the world was proof enough for that. And no, it wasn't entirely impossible--certainly more possible than some of the suggestions heard on the wall. Beatrice decided to finish her jog early, as once she returned to her starting location, she headed down Lagrange Street and went home. Weddings weren't her thing, but she might as well look decent. There was no reason not to, really. 
[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 ---> Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]Chloe nodded earnestly. As much as she'd like to pretend she had been above reality TV, having received an expensive and extensive Stanford education, she still loved them. It was the petty gossip she tended to enjoy, and with her previous lifestyle, there never had been a shortage of gossip, both in and out of prison. On the outside, it was all about power struggles--and on the inside, it was much the same. Criminals didn't stop being criminals once they were locked behind bars, after all. 

[color=ff6600]"Want me to shank her?"[/color] Chloe teased, elbowing her sister slightly. [color=ff6600]"But really, that bitch isn't worth your time. She's judgmental enough that our parents'd love her to death."[/color] But Meg arrived, diffusing the potentially tense situation quickly, and Beatrice had already left. Eyeing the smashed CD player, Chloe frowned a bit. Dick must have gone batshit crazy to smash that. He practically worshipped everything of Zoie's left in the Ex-Con House. 

[color=ff6600]"Shit,"[/color] Chloe murmured, shaking her head slightly. [color=ff6600]"Guess Dick finally snapped, huh?"[/color] The news was a little mind boggling, even though Chloe knew next to nothing about Newnan's previous second. It was almost soap opera like, and Chloe had to hold back the temptation to make a comment to Riley about how they didn't need reality TV anymore, as this was just as dramatic and juicy. Unfortunately, Meg left before Chloe could learn more about her housemate's likely shitty emotional state. 

[color=ff6600]"I hope not,"[/color] Chloe chuckled. [color=ff6600]"I really love all the free stuff, you know?"[/color] She had had a few conversations with Riley about what to do with Ryan, of course. The only problem was that the man didn't seem to care that Chloe was gay. Beyond just reminding Ryan of that, she wasn't exactly sure what to do. And she didn't see any big problem with her accepting all of the little handouts he gave her. Who else was going to bring her cigarettes, after all? [color=ff6600]"But speak of the devil..."[/color]

Just as they had started making their way to the rec center, heading out from the outer wall, the Irishman in question came [i]sliding[/i] over. She rolled her eyes a bit at his clumsiness, not sure how much of it was designed to be a performance. Though he came with more information as promised, and Chloe was extremely curious. Not only Dick, but Sana as well? She hadn't known that the two of them were an item. The wedding that night was going to be a [i]mess[/i]. 

[color=ff6600]"You look awfully happy,"[/color] Chloe commented. [color=ff6600]"Like you're about to get away with murder--so spill. What else aren't you saying, Irish?"[/color] She continued to walk with Riley and Ryan, rubbing her hands against her arms to warm them up a bit as they went inside of the rec center. She noticed the way Riley shivered, and if she had had another jacket, she would've given it to her. 

[color=ff6600]"You think we'll be able to find anything in here?"[/color] Chloe asked her sister, feeling a little bit skeptical about their chances. Looking for instruments at this point felt to be like a bit of a last minute effort, one that they couldn't guarantee completing.