[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://media2.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/F_hPjMBy9d1jrA46kEvkwAmKSn8/fit-in/1024x1024/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2015/08/27/046/n/1922283/dd81f0cb_edit_img_cover_file_2387502_1418680808_he-feels/i/Sexy-GIFs-Charlie-Hunnam-Sons-Anarchy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Quiet area of the Courthouse[/center][hr]
	Giving a polite nod to Astrid as she lifted their talkative new visitor, Richard wheeled himself out as best he could and led them to the room where he'd managed to nap earlier. He smirked a little to himself as he remembered Zoie earlier but then frowned as he recalled the bruises upon her body. A small huff of laughter let out when Astrid dumped the red head on the couch and he shook his head lightly. [color=tomato]"Girl just had to keep her mouth shut and she'd have been fine."[/color] The irony was not lost on Richard. If he'd just kept his mouth shut earlier, he'd never have had the crap beaten out of him by Lorna but hey, hindsight was a wonderful thing.

	Richard moved to hand the box of first aid supplies to Astrid and was about to give the short version of the story until he looked up and saw Kris storming into the room. He shut his mouth and glowered as she handed a knife over to Astrid and he rose an eyebrow wondering how she'd heard the question before she'd even entered the room. Then he heard her answering but was surprised when her answer was so short and uninformed that he wondered why Maria hadn't told her sister the whole story of their "split up". Opting to keep his mouth bolted shut, Richard merely maintained his angry glare and wheeled himself out of the room before Kris could storm out to do whatever other shit she was about to do. Girl needed to stop clamming up and talk to someone but, like himself, there was no one here that she probably trusted. Sure, Richard liked Froggy and Daisy Duke but he wouldn't say he completely trusted them. Mostly, but not completely.

	Richard had left his chair by the inside door of the Courthouse and hobbled his way outside to find Miss Sally. He stumbled down the stairs some and saw Miss Sally not far out handing food out to people. He flagged her down and gave her a charming smile, accepting some food and water for Astrid, he already had food in his pack that Zoie had left for him earlier. He thanked her and asked for some help getting back inside as the door to the Courthouse was so damn heavy but they were both stopped in their tracks as the yelling that erupted from Ashton rooted them to the spot.

	The following spectacle made Richard thankful that he had Daisy on his side. He wasn't sure what to make of this man, who so freely threatened death upon those that did not follow his orders, but the guy had been through a shit tonne today clearly. Richard's mind wandered to the woman who's body he had carried inside for Daisy earlier, about the female doctor that Froggy had failed to save, Lorna who had seemed friendly with the Captain and then Maria who had known him too. Then, there was the woman that had nearly shot him in the head who had then become breakfast for Deadbrains so that he could survive. Was she someone special to the Captain? Even if she hadn't been, that was five deaths out of people he knew, worked with and lived with for however long that the man had suffered through today. They were no doubt not the only deaths but they were the only ones that Richard was aware of.

	Not wanting to fall into the firing line just yet Richard urged Miss Sally, who looked utterly shocked and saddened, to help him inside with a whisper. She let him inside, helped him into his chair and then went about her duty straight away. Richard gulped and wheeled himself into the back room where Astrid was, the door had been left ajar and stopped beside her. He handed her the food that Miss Sally had given him and gave a simple, crooked smile. [color=tomato]"Welp, the new boss seems to have flipped his shit. Ye hear much back 'ere?"[/color][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/33924e34a8bbd6a752a7d97be7b2b2cc/tumblr_mtzvvo6Dno1sqwfb9o3_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Infirmary[/center][hr] 
	Working in the infirmary with those that were free and willing to help, the mess of the various amputations and surgeries was cleaned up well and truly and all deceased bodies had been adequately wrapped and removed per the apparent procedure that was in place here. Victor sighed heavily as he realised what all had happened today. He'd lost two patients today, both people of this place that he now found himself in a moderate place of import with his position without even being asked nor even wanting if he was being honest. He had long since lost the drive to truly help people he did not know but, for some reason, he had ran into the fray as ready as he had used to do all those years ago when he did this for a living.

	Moving over to the sink, Victor washed his hands, arms, face and neck. Watered down blood whirled around the sink bath, mixed with dirt and other mess that had accumulated on his face between being on the road and arriving here. He scrubbed his skin until it was practically raw but, right now, he needed to feel something and if this was what he had to do to make it happen, then he'd do it. He glanced around the room and saw his latest patient appeared to be stable and he then walked over to the man that had been tasked with guarding their Edenite prisoner. 

	Victor's face was cold and blank, staring at the man as he walked slowly towards him. Victor thanked the guard and asked him to stand a little ways away, still close enough to be doing his job but far enough that he would not hear anything that Victor could or would say to the prisoner. Not that he planned to say much, he just wanted the man to feel the adequate amount of fear towards the Doctor so that he could make threats without seeming like a heartless son of a bitch to everyone around him in the infirmary.

	Before Victor could do or say anything, Ashton's raised voice carried into the Courthouse and, as he was no longer in the OR, he could hear it pretty clearly via the window that was wedged open to air the metallic scent of blood and bleach from the room. The words carried in and Victor knew he should have felt heavy and worried but he didn't. He knew his value and he knew what the poor man had been through. Whoever had pissed the Newnan Leader off had clearly deserved it and Victor would feel no remorse for them. When the yelling was done Victor crouched down in front of the prisoner who, if it were not for the lack of moisture in the man's mouth, would have spit right in Victor's face but instead Victor was graced with a horrible, putrid shit smell that emanated from the man's face hole instead.

	Placing his hand on the prisoner's injured thigh, Victor placed pressure on and around it, causing him to yelp in pain as Victor silently glared at him for a while longer. Releasing the pressure, Victor nodded towards the window and gave a cold, little smile. [color=khaki]"That man's fury that you 'eard just now? It is nothing compared to what I 'ave bottled up deep within me. I am the only one who can save you from whatever should befall you 'ere."[/color] Victor stood back up and maintained the stony facade that he had adopted. [color=khaki]"If you should not co-operate I will make sure you live to feel all the pain possible. I will not allow you to die, not because you deserve to live, but because you deserve to suffer. Understanré?"[/color]
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/af/0e/70/af0e7021d05764368ad793bed922a3ff.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Back of James's Truck >> Wagon outside the Courthouse[/center][hr]
	It had taken some time to get back from the diversion but it had worked. Bryn felt accomplished and was beginning to take a liking to the two people in the diversion team that had come out of Newnan. They didn't make her feel unwelcome, which was nice and strange all at once, but she wasn't sure what their angle was. She sat in the back of the truck in silence (no surprises there) and watched the scenery peeling away as they made their way back to Newnan. On their return, Bryn jumped out of the side of the truck and bounced on the spot as she landed. She gave a hard set attempt at a smile towards Zoie, not because she didn't like her or appreciate the help and kind words, but more because she hadn't smiled properly in a long time. At least not in a genuine nature.

	Shifting her bike out from the truck was done in short order and Bryn swung her leg over the machine as she set it in idle and began to wheel it away from the area until the yelling started. She cut the engine off and let the man known as Ashton let his rage and frustration out on some poor sap. She rose an eyebrow and listened to the raving anger, letting it finish before moving once again. She heard Bridgette and then noticed Zoie was moving towards the source of the commotion and she figured it was safe enough to idle out. She didn't know where to go so, having seen Bridgette still upon her wagon, Bryn just made her way there and parked the bike up behind it.

	Ms. Sally then wandered over to her from the Courthouse and handed her a small amount of food and a bottle of water. [color=peru]"Thanks."[/color] She opened the bottle and drank some of the room temperature liquid before closing it over and placing it in her pack. She looked up to Bridgette the wagon and gave her a simple nod of greeting before starting to chow into the dried meat she'd been given. It was nice, salty, filling. Exactly what she needed right then. She wondered what this place was going to be like when it wasn't strained and uncomfortable. Maybe she'd stick around and find out, maybe she wouldn't. She'd play it by ear for now.[hr]