[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/sbLCdpf/Tati2.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology, People Reading[/center][hr]
	Scratching the back of her hand, Tatiana looked over towards Jack as he apologized. That one actually took her aback slightly. Hadn't seen that one coming. Though, right then she wasn't sure what to expect from her husband. Before Newnan fell, she was bubbly and bright and nearly carefree. Newnan had been a home for them but even before that they had found a home within each other. Everything was picture perfect fairy tale. They were the cute couple, that made some people sick to watch at times. They met, fell in love, got engaged, had a wedding that was perfect. Well nearly perfect, there had been a bit of drama. Though she missed a lot of that, her eyes had been focused on her husband and the little secret she was carrying at the time. The secret she gave him as a wedding present. It was all so perfect that night. 

	Then shit hit the fan. James killed Richard. James was kicked out. Newnan fell. Victor had found her, they got out, alone. Hit the road. It was a struggle but they made it until she gave birth. After he left for supplies, and didn't come back, she had to keep moving. She had still be recovering from delivery, it had only been days. Suddenly she was on the road, and not alone. With a baby tied to her chest in a makeshift sling from a bed sheet. Bubbly left. It was back to pure survival. Keeping a baby from screaming and drawing walkers. A refugee again. It was hard but she survived, with Jamie. Sure, eventually they all came back together but Tatiana still hadn't let her defenses back down. She wanted to but no. Not after what happened. Not again. In the immortal words of a Miss Bridgette Vinters, fuck that. 

	But, Jack was her husband. She nodded slightly to him. Timidly but she nodded. She knew he was trying. He always did. One of the things that made her fall in love with him. The effort he put into things. Everyone failed at something in life, but with Jack, even if he did fail, he kept trying. That was love. To her. Then he started speaking in Russian, her native tongue. It was just another example of how he tried, how he put in the effort. Learning her language so he could talk to her and make her feel safe. Leaning against him she slipped an arm around his lower back and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. Sighing softly she smiled slightly. [color=a187be]"Da, I knov."[/color] Tilting her head back she gazed up to him and rested her hand against his chest. [color=a187be]"I love you too, ve get through this. Ve alvays do."[/color] It was true, some how, they always made it through whatever came at them. 

	Others were talking and such. Tatiana glanced and nodded slightly but right then, she was more focused on what was going on with her husband and her son. There was a lot Jack didn't know, about what happened to her and she knew now wasn't the time to talk about it but maybe she would eventually. Though, in all honesty it was hard for her to open up about her past, even her recent past. It was hard to let people she didn't know in. Eventually she would open up but she knew how Jack was. He would blame himself for what she went through. Some parts she doubted she would ever tell him, it wasn't his fault and she didn't want that on his conscious. She would have killed to have one of those she used to talk to around. Like Miss Sally. She always knew what to say. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/Q6X9QW8/Waynesmiles.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	Wayne just smirked this shit eating grin towards his old buddy Hank. Bobbing his eyebrows a few times and giving him a wink. [color=598527]"Aww, that's the sweetest thing you've said to me in a fucking week. Must be my lucky day,"[/color] he taunted. That was just how they were to each other. It was the closest thing that those two would probably ever come to when it came to that whole I love you shit. They were men, manly men, they just didn't have tights, even if they, well he did go around the forest looking for fights. God he could use a Mel Brooks Marathon right then. That fucker was funny. He wondered to a minute to himself, did they have a black sheriff here? Hey, it worked in Blazing Saddles right? Could work here. Granted he hadn't seen many people of color around, just that one woman so far on the helicopter and then hispanic man that had come in with their meal. Oh wait there was that Asian dude that came in with the buckets. Okay, they had some diversity. He wondered how much more there was. 

	Looking around the room, Wayne swatted in front of his face. Only once this time before it looked like he was choking something with his fist and slamming it under his rear. He chuckled. And farted. It was loud. Very loud. The damn recliner didn't help muffle the sound. Not one bit. The man might have had an iron stomach but apparently even his wasn't immune to gas. Though he wasn't embarrassed. He started laughing hard and he kept farting. His fart drumming with each laugh and it was only getting louder. He started cackling with laughter, snorting like a pig once or twice. Thankfully, whatever smell it had, it was caught in the cushions of the recliner. For now. Whether it stayed there or not was another story. And lord, it didn't stop until it sounded like an elephant being smothered to death by a pillow at the end. [color=598527]"Think I killed Dumbo,"[/color] he laughed. The man looked way to proud of himself. Tension in the room be damned.

[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]Year 5: Update[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] July 15th, 2012[hr]Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab[hr][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: H6 (Quarantine: W) & Q6 (East Gate) [/center]
	[b]Temperature:[/b] 94F (34C)
	[b]Humidity:[/b] Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
	[b]Wind Speed:[/b] 7 MPH (11 KPH)
	[b]Cloud Coverage:[/b] About 51% covered with thick dark clouds[hr]

	The two guards kept watching the group. Things seemed to be calming down and Panama started to step back to his post. That was until he heard something. It sounded like a drain that was clogged and bubbling at first. His brow rose and his head turned slowly towards the sound of laughter, and farting, and farting laughter, and laughter farting? It was Wayne. And it kept going. He shot a look to Major who actually looked sort of impressed as her head titled to the side like a confused dog. Panama looked down at his watch and started timing the damn thing. It was a good thirty seconds from the time he started timing before Wayne was done. "Killed him?" Panama laughed. "God I hope he's dead after that," he added, still chuckling as he started to walk back over to Major, who was still looking rather impressed by that one. 

	"Cabbage." One word from Major but it was enough to invoke a memory. Panama laughed slightly, remembering some of the sounds that were coming out of people that night. Cook had made some cabbage dish for St. Patrick's Day a couple of years ago. It was good, very good. Dusty had gone back for seconds and then thirds. Then the gas started. He sounded like a diesel engine starting up.  

	Atticus pushed into the room. "Sorry," was the first word out of his mouth as he stopped and paused, looking around at everyone. He cast a sideways glance towards Major and Panama, they just shook their heads slightly. Panama still chuckling. Atticus looked at him oddly but kept moving. "We had another stray show up at the gate, they will be joining you shortly," he said as he walked over to where Tatiana and Jack where with their child. "Doc gave me this for Jamie," he said pulling out the bottle. Turning the cup over in his hand, he poured out to the five milliliter mark and then knelt down in front of the kid. "Doubt it's the best buddy but come on," he said but little Jamie didn't seem to care. His mother was making no indication that he shouldn't eat it and he was at the stage where he liked to put everything in his mouth. Preacher looked surprised but was glad the kid let him dump the stuff in his mouth slowly. Jamie made a face like he had just sucked on a lemon for the first time and Atticus nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, sorry about that," he said before writing down the time on the bottle like he was instructed. 

	Standing up he looked over at Jack and then Tati. "You guys are good, kids usually spit that shit out in my face," he said with a chuckle. Last kid that he had had to hold during a dose of medicine had vomited all over him. A bad of ick was the best he could hope for. "Let one of know if things get worse, Doc will be in from time to time to check on him," he added before walking back up to the front of the room and going to pour himself a cup of coffee only to find out it was empty. "Well shit," he said before putting the pot down and pouring some water instead. Taking a drink, he took care of his thirst and sat down, dropping the clip board down on the table in front of him. 

	"Alright, I got your room assignments. Gonna kind of be like prison for this,sorry about that, but this is the best system we've got when it comes to larger groups coming in," he started before he continued. Flipping the paper over and then back he looked over to them. "Okay, I'm sure once you heard room assignments you were hoping for picking and choosing or trying to stay together. What we want is you to be able to integrate into a larger group after this whole Quarantine is over. Can't get along with a dozen folk here you really don't stand a chance with nearly 300." 

	Shrugging he leaned back in his seat and ran his fingers through his hair. "So this is pretty random. Sucks but hey, it's a bed right? We will be dividing you up into five rooms. Three for the guys and two for the girls. At bed time, you'll be taken to your room and well, fuck, locked in for the night. Like one of those bad overnights at church." He hated this part, people were usually never happy with their room assignments. "There is bathroom in each room, showers don't work in there, but the toilets and sinks do, so does the A.C. units, so yay!" He was half sounding optimistic, half sounding sarcastic. 

	"Ladies first." Leaning over the clipboard he started reading. "Room 1 - Tatiana, Riley, and Thalia," he read out. Glancing towards the group before continuing. "Room 2 - Erica, Beatrice, Amelia." That was the girls. "And now the men." Then he flipped the paper over and it was time for the men. "Room 3 - Wayne, Nigel, and Hank." Another glance before looking down again. "Room 4 - Hunter, Manny, and Ash." There was a stifled snicker coming from Panama at this point, Atticus looking at him oddly. Not knowing what was going on he continued. "And finally, Room 5 - Jack with your son Jamie, Alexander and," he stopped as he leaned back in his seat. "The new comer. Doc is taking him to the showers now."

	There was a half a second pause and Atticus got this look on his face. He sniffed and wished he hadn't. "What the hell is that smell? Did something die?" he asked, looking around slightly disgusted and covering his mouth.

	"[i][b]Dumbo,[/b][/i]" Panama cackled as he leaned against the wall covering his mouth and nose. It was really starting to stink in there. 

	Outside, Michael nodded and wrote down Victors name on the bag. "Alright Victor, let's get you inside," he said before handing the bag over. Turning and walking into the building, Maddoc followed suit, waiting on Victor and taking up the rear. Inside it was an old check in room, nothing more but there was air conditioning. Turning he lead Victor into the men's shower rooms. The place was cleaned. Someone had been in since the first group came through. Taken the bags to laundry and gotten things straightened up. "Over there is soap and towels. Razors. Return the razor when your done. Hot water doesn't last forever but it's been a bit since the last group came through so you should be good." Michael was pointing around around the room before sitting down on a bench and setting his pack next to him. 

	"Just get all cleaned and put your stuff in that bag and then toss it over there," he said pointing to the wall. "Then grab a robe and some slippers. Supply will bring over some clothing for you in a bit. Once you're bathed, I'll do you check up and take you over to the conference room to meet the others and get some food," he said as he started pulling some things out of his pack so he could do Victor's check up real fast once he was bathed. Maddoc leaned against the wall and took a post by the door, he wasn't really worried about the man doing something and he knew Doc could handle himself. He looked slightly distracted even. "Hey you okay?" Michael asked Maddoc. He nodded and looked ahead. 
	
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