[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.giphy.com/OoNlvyA28TyAU.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Heading to the Courthouse[/center][hr]
	Having parted ways with Bryn, Richard was in a bit of a stupor as he carried his haul as he made his way towards the showers in the Courthouse. The smell was absolutely horrid but he, sadly enough, was growing kind of used to it? He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. He decided not to voice his thought as he knew he'd most likely be locked away and have Froggy poking and prodding at him for answers to numerous questions and he just didn't have time for that shit.

	He was so wrapped up in his own shit that he barely even registered the horse that was heading towards him and it wasn't until he heard the almighty scream of valhalla that he spun around in a confused daze and stared at Bridgette as she reigned herself back from knocking his head in like a pinata. Her tiraded continued, Richard knowing all too well that she'd be done when she was done and just continued to watch her in his confused manner until she was finished. 

	As soon as he had a second to get a word in edge ways his confused face turned into one of a scowl and he glared at the Valkyrie Bitch's sister. [color=tomato]"Since yer finally fuckin' done runnin' yer mouth at a thousand miles a fuckin' minute, maybe I can fuckin' answer some of yer shit. First off..."[/color] And that was the moment that the ringtailed bandit decided to enter the fray. As Cadence the horse reared up at the wee beast running tail underneath his legs, Richard stepped back and out of range of the flailing hooves that could take him out in a second flat.

	[color=tomato]"Way t'go little bandit."[/color] Richard just chuckled and tightened his grip on his bag as Bridgette started diverting their route towards the outer wall and apparently the little bandit too. Shrugging at the whole situation, Richard continued his walk towards the shower house and only stopped once he heard Bridgette screaming at him to go to the hose. 

	[color=tomato]"Thanks but nah, I'm gettin' me some class A shower time in. Enjoy yer hunt for a poor lil beastie that ain't done shit t'ya."[/color] He waved her off and then took off in a jog towards the Courthouse since he didn't fancy anyone tryin' to hose him down.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www.gdefon.ru/wallpapers_previews/s/57308_zhan-reno_or_jean-reno_small_(www.GdeFon.ru).jpg[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Heading to the distillery building[/center][hr] 
	Victor had happily sat in silence as he enjoyed his morning meal, his head bobbing from side to side as he sang a little tune in his mind - one that reminded him of good days but didn't make him sad. He watched the exchanges between the newcomers and the veterans of Newnan and simply smiled and kept quiet. Today was going to be a good day.

	When Zoie re-entered the room he gave a jovial wave and grin towards her and continued to listen in to the conversation. The mention of Eden made his face fall and a frown began to form but as soon as he realised his demeanour had changed he did his best to change it back to one of contentment. No use worrying over something he couldn't do anything to help with.

	Captain Ash beckoning him to follow pulled him out of his wondering mind and he stood up with a quick start before bidding goodbye to those still within the mess hall. He gave Zoie a quick pat on the shoulder as he walked past and followed their illustrious leader towards the distillery building.

	When the racoon ran past them it gave Victor a small moment of being startled and soon he chuckled along at the sight of everyone running around after the poor little thing. It was just trying to survive like everyone within these walls. He smiled softly to himself and gave a light nod as he spoke. [color=khaki]"It certainly look that way. 'Ow are they expecting to catch it if they keep chasing it away?"[/color] He continued chuckling and walked some more with Captain Ash.

	As they walked not even three more steps, Victor felt a sudden pain in his chest and a flash of white light across his vision and he stumbled. A hand rose to his head and another to his heart. He glanced over to Ashton and then felt his legs giving way beneath him. As he crumpled to the ground his vision blurred more, his heart raced and then felt as though it had stopped. He could scarcely breathe and everything was closing in around him. The darkness became heavier and heavier until he was completely enveloped within it.

The good doctor had collapsed and passed out.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://40.media.tumblr.com/4f0d3e942e16ab264628ab47185ca05d/tumblr_inline_nwn0jlltEo1ts42y4_540.png[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Infirmary[/center][hr]
	Having left Richard to do whatever the hell it was he was planning to do, Bryn decided a change of route towards the Courthouse would do her some good. It also gave her a good excuse to get the fuck away from the rank that was known as Dick. Sure they'd both been close friends but after that shit he pulled with Zoie? She wasn't sure what to make of him anymore.

	Her route wasn't very scenic but it apparently gave her peace from the commotion that appeared to be running rampant in the streets right now. She couldn't rightly tell what exactly was the cause but quite frankly she didn't care. She just wanted to get to work at this stage, she was already behind schedule and she knew Bridgette was going to beat her ass if she didn't get to it soon, nevermind what Astrid would say.

	Not knowing where Bridgette was, Bryn headed for the Infirmary to ask Astrid as she no doubt knew exactly where they were meant to be stationed. They may not talk much but they were still close. Finding her way into the Courthouse and then to the infirmary, Bryn knocked on the door and peered inside. She spotted Astrid studying, as she always was, and gave her a wave.

	[color=peru]"Where's Bree?"[/color][hr][center][h1][color=cc6699]Éd[/color][color=darkslategray]lana[/color][/h1][img]http://i.giphy.com/KGhK6S4PE800w.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Flower Importers of Georgia Arnco Mills, Georgia[/center][hr][hr]It had been a long night, one that Svetlana was glad to be over. She had barely slept and the intermittent banging of Roamers wandering by outside definitely didn't lighten her mood. She'd slept in the boot of her car, as she always did, so her neck was stiff and her mood was ruined for the day. [color=darkslategray][i]Good job Veeta, be mad at having a bad sleep and a stiff neck. Let us just ignore the fact that the world is a bigger mess than your first boyfriend's asshole after he let you be dom.[/i][/color] A laugh erupted from her at the mere thought and she grinned some, that was always one way to brighten her poor mood, crack an entirely inappropriate joke. Fabulous idea really.

She had been driving down Alt 27 when she had spotted a gathering of homes and houses that seemed fairly quiet. So ever the adventurous spirit, she decided to look for anything or anywhere interesting that might make for a good place to hole up for a while so she could salvage and prepare for some more driving. Where she was driving to - she had absolutely no idea - all she knew was she had to keep moving and it was easier to do in small doses than to never, ever stop. She'd travelled constantly for the first year of her life in this new world and it hadn't done her any favours. In fact, it was one of the worst years of her life despite what she might tell people (if she ever encountered any that deserved to know shit about her).

As she drove around she heard some peculiar noises that sounded like a dying cat being strangled by a small child who was throwing a temper tantrum for not getting the exact sweet that they wanted. Aiming towards the noise somewhat, Svetlana frowned as she noticed some Roamers meandering towards the source. Putting her foot down some she kept an eye out for what could have caused such a commotion.

Édouard lifted his head slightly, glancing around to see if anyone would approach him to soothe his fit. Seeing no one, he grumbled a bit, and slowly pulled himself to his feet. He tried to breathe through his mouth to eliminate the smell, and glancing at his cutlass, he seriously considered cutting off his own nose. It didn't have too many uses, and at the moment, it only made him want to gag. 

[color=cc6699]"Où est le rhum quand j'ai hyper soif?!"[/color] Édouard sighed, sniffling a bit. Getting another whiff of himself, a few more tears cascaded down his face. But this shop seemed to have something to do with perfumes-- he saw a bunch of flowers on the sign! Perhaps if he went inside and rubbed himself with roses, he would smell better. It didn't occur to him that the shop wouldn't have any living plants. 

After all, the only thing that mattered in the world was himself. Everyone else, as far as Édouard was concerned, had to keep the world running somehow. Flower shops -- or whatever it was -- included. 

It didn't take long for Svetlana to find what she was looking for. Pulling up in front of a building that had something to do with flowers, Svetlana glanced behind her and saw that the Roamers were a good distance away. At least for now. It was a man who sounded like a child, excellent, exactly what Svetlana [i]didn't[/i] need. Shaking her head she put her foot on the pedal and decided to just book it away. What did she need with an annoying man-child in her current shitty state of life? No fucking thank you.

Édouard heard the approaching car, and almost instantly, a huge smile graced his face. His parents had sent him someone! Ecstatic at the prospect of getting to stretch out in the back of a car while someone else did all of the worrying, Édouard leapt at the chance. He dashed at the car, waving his hands frantically, and began to run after it. Spotting for a moment what he perceived to be [i]une très belle fille[/i], his smile turned into more of a sadistic smirk. 

Noticing the guy chasing her down even though she was in a can of fuel and he was on foot she tilted her head in confusion as she watched him in her rear view mirror. What was this man taking exactly and where did he get it?

[color=cc6699]"Cessez! Cessez!"[/color] Édouard screamed, the maniacal grin still prominent.

Shaking her head slightly, Svetlana heard him screaming - something that she did not understand a bit of - and slammed on the breaks. Was this guy god damn insane?! She could definitely lose him now but she knew there were Roamers heading this way and, despite her untrusting nature, she couldn't handle another death on her conscience, not in this world. She opened the car door and drew her pistol, pulling back the hammer as she aimed at the guys head before speaking.

[color=darkslategray]"Ty psikh! Pokazhite mne vashi ruki! TEPER'!!"[/color] The tone was clear, not angry but definitely demanding - something that Édouard would most definitely recognise as it usually left his own mouth - she kept the man in her sights and scowled through the messy bangs that were beginning to reach her eyes once again.

Édouard's eyes widened a bit at the pistol. Perhaps the hired help didn't quite understand how things worked. They were supposed to aim at the walkers, not at him! Scowling a bit, Édouard considered going back to the flower shop -- until, that is, he caught another whiff of himself. Waving his hands in the air to prove life, Édouard didn't even hesitate to consider the fact that the strange woman likely didn't understand him. [color=cc6699]"Vous avez besoin d'une nouvelle coupe! Vous êtes laid comme ça!"[/color]

She squinted at the man as he continued to yell. What language was that? This was going to be super fucking fun. Her eyes wandered slightly down to the rapier on his person. Okay, he probably didn't know Russian but she'd slipped into her mother tongue out of sheer habit considering she hadn't spoken to another person in who even remembers how long. Scowling as she spoke, Svetlana raised an eyebrow at the man as she kept aim. [color=darkslategray]"English? You speak English? 'Allo?"[/color] Her accent was more prominent than it had been in the last two years, she defaulted to Russian in order to survive knowing most everyone would not understand her and consider her a non-threat.

[color=cc6699]"Oui, allô!"[/color] Édouard replied, having caught the trail end of her sentence. He wasn't even certain what he was replying to. [color=cc6699]"Vous êtes dans mon garde du corps, n'est-ce pas?"[/color] He put his hands down and walked over to her, completely and entirely at ease. So far, he was fairly certain the woman was speaking English and Greek to him. It must have been a force of habit, he figured, his parents wouldn't send him someone who didn't speak a lick of French. [color=cc6699]"Nous allons parler français maintenant. Vous êtes d'accord?"[/color]

Okay it was French! She knew the word oui meant yes but... that was pretty much it. Oh and baguette and croissant. Those used to be staple words in her old life. Her distraction caused her to not notice his change in manner. Taking a half step back, Svetlana used the top of the car to aim the gun better than before and was severely tempted to fire off a warning shot but she knew that would just send the dead straight towards them both. Okay, so this guy didn't speak English and apparently only spoke one language - a language that she didn't know. God damn fabulous, this was exactly what her bad mood needed today. Thinking hard, she realised he would definitely not speak Mandarin because, well... [i]look at him[/i], even through the dirt and grime she was more than aware he wasn't one to know that language. Her next, and only, hope was Spanish.

[color=darkslategray]"Silencioso..."[/color] She held a finger from her free hand to her lips and shushed quietly. [color=darkslategray]"Hombres muertos caminando."[/color] She pointed out towards the surrounding area and motioned a little like the Roamers did. [color=darkslategray]"Muy mal."[/color] She frowned and shook her head. Her gun hardly moved an inch and she wondered if he understood any of it. She did [i]not[/i] have the patience for charades, the Roamers were going to be on them soon.

Understanding washed over Édouard's face. Spanish and French shared the same roots, and often times, their words sounded entirely similar. He comprehended a need to be silent, that there were walkers, and something was bad. Nodding with a bit of exaggeration, Édouard glanced up at her, with near perfect puppy dog eyes. Slowly, the realization was dawning on him that she [i]hadn't[/i] been sent by his parents. He'd have to use his endearing charm and classically good looks in order to communicate with her. His voice hardly a whisper, Édouard explained, [color=cc6699]"Je parle français et italien. Et vous?"[/color]

Shaking her head at him, Svetlana could only understand two of those words that he had said. At least, she [i]thought[/i] she understood two of them. French and Italian. Okay so he said those words but what were they in reference to? Probably languages since she'd just spoken three different ones at him and they weren't getting too far. Although at least he was whispering now that was something more than before. Thinking as quickly as she could, Svetlana looked around and knew that they wouldn't have much more time just yet. Two things made her willing to do what she was going to do next and those were the fact that he shut up when she needed him to and he hadn't pulled a gun on her yet despite her keeping hers trained on him.

Pointing to him and then pointing to herself, Svetlana then pointed to the car and climbed back in before opening the passenger side door and motioned him forward to get inside the car. She hoped she lived long enough to regret this decision. Édouard happily obliged, climbing inside of the car, and pulling the passenger door shut. Resting his head against the headrest of the seat, he grinned lazily, entirely ecstatic to be back inside of a vehicle. It didn't matter to him, of course, that the woman couldn't understand a word he said. 

[color=cc6699]"Édouard,"[/color] he said simply, pointing at himself. He glanced at her, and craned his neck around, looking to see how many walkers were coming. Seeing a few of them coming near, Édouard looked back at the woman expectantly. 

Giving a slight nod towards the man, she was glad he hadn't automatically jumped to attack her, granted she was prepared for that but either way, it was a nice change of pace. She put her foot down and got them out of the area heading back out to drive down Alt 27 to put some distance between them and the Roamers. Once she was happy with the space she'd put between them and the Dead she slowed the car down some and glanced in the direction of this... Édouard. She pointed to herself before speaking. [color=darkslategray]"Svetlana."[/color]


[hider=Translations][color=cc6699]Où est le rhum quand j'ai hyper soif?[/color] = Where's the rum when I'm super thirsty?!
[color=cc6699]une très belle fille[/color] = an extremely pretty girl 
[color=cc6699]Cessez![/color] = Stop!
[color=darkslategray]Ty psikh! Pokazhite mne vashi ruki! TEPER'!![/color] = You're crazy! Show me your hands! NOW!!
[color=cc6699]Vous avez besoin d'une nouvelle coupe! Vous êtes laid comme ça![/color] = You need a haircut! You're ugly-looking like that!
[color=cc6699]Oui, allô![/color] = Yes, hi!
[color=cc6699]Vous êtes dans mon garde du corps, n'est-ce pas?[/color] = Aren't you my bodyguard? 
[color=cc6699]Nous allons parler français maintenant. Vous êtes d'accord?[/color] = We're going to speak French now. Are you in agreement? 
[color=darkslategray]Silencioso...[/color] = Quiet.
[color=darkslategray]Hombres muertos caminando.[/color] = Dead men walking.
[color=darkslategray]Muy mal.[/color] = Very bad.
[color=cc6699]Je parle français et italien. Et vous?[/color] = I speak French and Italian. And you?
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