[hr][hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1]
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[b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie, Bryn, James, Kris
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	Weary amusement splashed across Ashton's face momentarily. For a person who hadn't decided yet whether to take his offer to help him run the community, Zoie was certainly comfortable giving orders to his people and seemed to be planning for the community's continued safety. His mild annoyance at the liberties taken in this instance was somewhat lessened, he noted. Looking at the situation objectively, Zoie's plan made sense. The continued use of munitions and/or explosives bothered him; he would have been much happier simply using the Hordebuster to divert the stampede of rot. The fact of the matter was that his prized truck wasn't operational at the moment, and if Ash wanted the horde to change direction, no one had a better plan on deck than Zoie. 

	James must have had similar mixed feelings, judging from the two second delay on his end of the Walkie. Ash took the moment to alleviate his concerns, [color=steelblue]"I approve, Mr. Grady. Don't go collecting bras just yet, though. I have several lengths of bungee in the toolcase in the back of the 'Buster. Helps keep the soft cover on. You're welcome to them."[/color] 

	He turned to Zoie, [color=steelblue]"The fate of Newnan is now up to you juryrigging a water balloon slingshot? Bravo. Have at it."[/color] Moving his glance back down to the women assembled below, particularly addressing the one on the bike. [color=steelblue]"If you're willing, you'll probably want your weapons back. Plan sounds solid."[/color]

	An unexpected guest appeared in the form of Kristina. He wasn't sure why she was climbing the watchpost, but it would save him the trip to recover his cap from the junior Smith. [color=cyan]"So who are the cosplaying Vikings?"[/color]

	[color=steelblue]"They're guests, Kris. Hopefully more, if they're inclined."[/color] Ash spoke into his radio again, [color=steelblue]"James, grab one of the riflemen from the rooftop to relieve you. If you're going to make this happen, it needs to be underway in about three minutes. Take a run. I'll be here minding our new arrivals."[/color]

	Ash suddenly cut a wicked grin, uncharacteristic to the situation. [color=steelblue]"If you possibly can, Zoie, without any more risk to yourself, ...heh... try to send them to Peachtree City."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Courthouse Clocktower
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Zoie, Ash, Guy On Roof, Hordebuster
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	James went through a myriad of microemotions over the course of a radio conversation he really wasn't a part of. The idea sounded really good. Kind of risky, but it sounded like Crazy was the new Standard. He was excited at being part of it. For that matter, he was excited to be exiting the sniper's nest in the clocktower. The idea of collecting bras from all of the women below was rather titillating (no pun intended), Still, he couldn't leave post until he got an OK from the guy in charge. Today at least, that was the Captain. 

	Relief and no small amount of Happy cascaded over his psyche when he got the go ahead from Ash. [color=firebrick]"Hells yeah, Bossman! I'mma get on that tout muthafuckin' suite."[/color] With much gusto, James clambered down from his post and ran into the street. He slung his rifle across his back and made for the 'Buster, still sitting coolly in the middle of the street. Glancing upward, the indomitable blackneck caught sight of one of Ash's Virginia Riflemen, and yelled up to him. 

	[color=firebrick]"Guy! Hey there, Guy! Hey! Ash needs you to getcho ass up to the Clocktower! I gots orders to fill! 'Preciate there, Guy."[/color]

	A quick run into the dump body of the Hordebuster immediately netted him the object of his search - Bungee cords, terminating in coiled steel formed into hooks. Damn if that Ash didn't keep this road beast in proper order. After grabbing a few that looked up to the task, James made a sprint to the armory. Most of the gardening equipment, hand tools and the like, were stored in the Agricultural sections outside of the inner wall. The esteemed Mr. Grady had a better idea, anyway. Already at the armory, too. When he finally made it inside, he nodded at the Armory Keeper, Tom, and mumbled something about [color=firebrick]"Them hoes ain't worth nothin', nohow... but these..."[/color] he spoke with clearer tone, hefting two winged spears about seven feet tall each, [color=firebrick]"These my bitches, here."[/color]

	The spears seemed a better choice than rough gardening tools. Better construction, good height, and the counterweight was perfect for jamming into the earth for a more stable slingshot brace. Now all he had to do was wait for the party to come to him. James remembered when they located these weapons, several months ago. It was at a walled up Renaissance Fair not too horribly far from Newnan. Tucked out of the way in a mid sized town called Fairburn, it had been too large to reliably guard with the people at their disposal at the time. Would have made an excellent fallback position though, if they needed it. What struck him as odd about the Fair was a lack of supplies. They found some good stuff, no doubt, as if they had been placed there intentionally. But there was room for lots more. Scavengers would have cleaned the place out entirely. 

	In the end, the decision was made to take what they felt they could use, reseal the gates, and return to the location at a later time. Priorities shifted, as they tend to with time, and they never returned. James recalled this, thinking that they might have enough people now to secure the area, but there was little point. Newnan was good to them. Still, James marveled over the construction of the spears in his hands, wondering about how their life would be different were they to have settled there. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d5/b4/78/d5b478ac0063ce48f5bab3cb5648b0a1.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] At Newnan Gates
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Astrid, Zoie, Walldick
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	Bridgette stifled a laugh after hearing Astrid's quiet query of [color=82ca9d]"What firearms?"[/color] She never liked modern weapons. Never seemed to need them, either. Well, good for Astrid. Bridgette was a little more pragmatic about the world today, and despite her formidable melee training, the metalworking Shield Maiden preferred to keep her shotgun at the ready, just in case the situation called for it. Admittedly, she hadn't actually needed it very often in the past three years, mostly because the two women were careful, picked their battles, and weren't afraid to stage a valiant withdrawal when needed. Not having a solid home for the past long while meant that there weren't many places they felt the need to defend. 

	Astrid made a note that she indeed spoke for the group. It seemed a hair presumptuous, seeing as the two of them were always partners and the rest of them had just met up that day, but if that's what needed to be said to get them to safety, Bridgette was willing to go along. 

	The Captain of the Wall, after a whisper from the Southern Belle, revised his condition to include all weapons. Of course he would. Walldick. So long as she could stay nearby, until she felt more comfortable around these people, she might be able to deal with it. The moment Bridgette began to relieve herself of her choicer weapons, Belle had an idea as to how one might distract the horde. Bridgette reined Cadence around, parallel to the wall, and addressed the woman above. 

	[color=orangered]"That's a three person job, lady. Two holding poles, one on the slingshot. Gotta move fast, gotta move quiet. Let the others in the fucking gate, and Jeg vil være den tredje mannen."[/color] She continued in a more subdued tone, [color=orangered]"I really hope you saw that movie..."[/color]