[hr][hr][center][h1][color=steelblue]Ashton Holloway[/color][/h1] [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/bcfab66a674d39bfaaddc28bd62d4470/tumblr_inline_ne41kcr5UN1s5par2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Mess Hall [/center][hr][hr] It was touching, really. Times before, these two would have made for a really out-of-place couple. But these days, all shapes and sizes was the norm. Grabbing a slice of happiness and companionship, bonding over the little things that were (just sometimes) more important than mere survival. The inconsequential was removed from life, revealing the pure, clear truth: We are all we really have, anymore. Ash's visage softened. A small, quiet smile displayed itself, quickly corrected to a neutral facial rest. He leaned back a bit in his seat. [color=steelblue]"A ballerina, and a cop. I'll be the first to admit, we have no positions for Prima available here in Newnan. Maybe we should. An artist such as yourself is a rare thing. We'll do whatever we can to support that. If you choose to stay, there will have to be a further contribution of effort. I'm willing to concede that your warmup sets quality as hard calisthenics. Talk with Meghna Kumar or Miss Sally in Domestic about setting something up, maybe get others involved." A Police Officer gives more tangible experience. Obvious jobs come to mind, in the walls and out. But for right now, you two settle in. Rest. Eat. When you're up for it, feel free to grab a shower. Someone will be along to assign you temporary quarters. Spend a couple of days here, decide if you want to stay. If you do, we'll talk more then."[/color] He rose, intending to get back to his duties for the day. After a short laugh, he turned back to the two at the table he had just left, [color=steelblue]"Most everyone here are decent folk. A couple may come off as caustic, but they mean well. When you feel like looking around, I'll leave someone outside to escort you. Except into the showers. That'd be silly."[/color] Ash's mood seemed more elevated than when he entered the room. Maybe it was seeing a young couple, still not completely hardened by the world. Whatever the case, the wearied Captain felt something he hadn't in a long while: Honest hope. Ashton started for the main doors, eager to get to the Distillery and see to his work. He was stopped by an unfamiliar presence coming in toward him, followed by his new second, Zoie. Instinctively, Ash drew his sidearm with practiced speed, chambering a round as it raised to confront the man before him. His leg dropped behind him in a bracing stance, and the calm level of his voice returned to a default, no-nonsense vocalization. [color=steelblue]"Something to report, Zoie?"[/color] [hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1] [img]https://v.cdn.vine.co/r/avatars/6AE78329E91063505631975227392_pic-r-1396533712688c4afde8ecf.jpg.jpg?versionId=ZnGOSit0zozlhxpJk0w6QVx4cSozVRdq[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan, Inner Wall - Smoker [/center][hr][hr] [color=firebrick]"..mama's little baby luvs short'nin' bread... Oops. Shit, we just pick that up, blow it off, ain't no one to know but Me an' God. Where was I? Oh yeah - Mama's little baby loves short'nin' short'nin'..."[/color]