[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 Infirmary[/center][hr]
	Richard had made it into the Courthouse with many a stare in his direction. He didn't give a fuck, as was clearly shown by the glower on his face. In fact Richard had fun groaning towards those that stared at him a little too long, acting like one of the Deadbrains for a split second before his face would split into a roaring laugh as he enjoyed his amusement. Although as soon as his victims laughed he'd drop his face back down to gloom town and growl at them more like an animal which made them scamper off and get back to whatever it was that they were doing before Richard chose to annoy them.

	Slipping into the backroom he was glad to find it empty as it meant he didn't need to worry about getting gore on anyone. He walked over and grabbed some spare scrubs from the cabinet that was situated in the shower room and placed them nearby to the shower. He stripped off in the shower and left his gore ridden gear on the floor in the corner to let the water to help get [i]some[/i] of the mess off, at least the blood hopefully. He let the water run down and was glad to feel the dirt and grime slowly ebbing away from his skin. He scrubbed and scrubbed until he was practically as red as the blood that ran through his veins. Squeaky clean was the saying, right?

	He stepped out the shower and began drying himself off before getting dressed. He had one leg in his pants when he heard the commotion further in the Courthouse, near the front door judging by the distant noise he could hear. Bridgette was there, no doubt looking for him to hose him down. He finished getting ready and made his way towards the front of the building to see what the fuck Motormouth wanted now.[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] Unknown[/center][hr] 
	Victor woke with a start and looked frantically around his surroundings. He was just talking to Captain Ash a moment before, where was he now? He couldn't move his arms or his legs and he was sitting on a cold, damp, hard floor. He wriggled his body some and felt the agony of contusions and minor wounds. He only knew they were minor because he wasn't dead yet. He opened his mouth to call out but found that he could not move his tongue. His mouth began to feel full, stuffed by an invisible force that prevented him from making a single peep. His eyes darted around and his heart began to pound faster and faster.

	Where was he? What was he doing here? Where was everyone else? Who put him here? Had Eden come back? Did they know that he was a doctor and had kept him alive? Was he drugged? He felt fine, minus the physical injuries but how could he know? They could have found some very rare and valuable drugs and knocked him out? The room was faint, poorly lit. Was he in a prison of some kind? There were so many questions and no answers.

	He decided that, as it was all he could do, he would shut his eyes tight and hope to God that he woke up in the real world once more.
[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]
	Bryn gave a curt nod and a rare, half-smile towards Astrid as she answered her query. [color=peru]"Takk, systir valkyrja."[/color] 

	Bryn turned on heel and made her way towards the exit of the courthouse until Bridgette and Ash barged in while carrying another. On closer inspection Bryn realised that it was the good doctor. Well damn, who was going to doctor the doctor. Bryn was in half a mind to stay and help and another half to leave and give Astrid the space she needed. Although, Astrid would need an assistant and she wasn't sure that Bridgette could handle such a job without adding strain and stress to an already tense situation thanks to that beautiful, disgusting mouth of hers.

	Opting to give Astrid the choice, Bryn followed the trio back into the infirmary and watched as events unfolded. She would be here if the need arose but she could just as quickly remove herself from the situation if it became too crowded. She called out, from across the infirmary quick and sharp. [color=peru]"Tree, here if you need a pair of hands. Gone if you need space."[/color] She glanced around and noticed that some people were trying to peer into the infirmary out of curiousity and worry. Bryn decided to step in and held a hand up to the few that had gathered around the doorway. [color=peru]"Please go back to work. Everything is in hand."[/color]
[hr][center][h1][color=darkslategray]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1][img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/29ceda42ea05fab47e8ae2872ac0c89d/tumblr_migennaC8b1qhz3hpo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The crash site[/center][hr][hr]
	Everything turned around and when it all stopped moving, everything looked different. Well actually, it looked the same, just upside down. Svetlana glanced around and realised what had happened. As she did so the last few seconds flooded back to her. She rose a hand up to feel her head and saw blood as she pulled it away, that explained the disorientation at least. Reaching for her buckle, Svetlana prepared herself by tucking her neck into her body as she unfastened herself. Her body hit the roof of the car with a thud and she slid herself as best she could, grazing herself slightly on the broken glass. 

	She heard Édouard frantically speaking in French and she groaned as she saw the state that he was in. So far she recognised her name and that was about it. She had a small internal struggle as she debated just leaving him there and taking off on foot. Good job her backpack was always with her and not in the back of the car. It had fallen some behind her but now that she was no longer upside down she could reach it. The thought of not dealing with this and just running away was tempting but... if it weren't for her and her car, he'd probably still be alive and good to travel on his own. She felt responsible. [color=darkslategray]"Sukin syn..."[/color] That's when she heard a female voice.

	She looked at the woman with confusion etched on her face. Another survivor so soon after meeting the first? That was beyond strange and Svetlana automatically jumped onto the defensive. She scowled at the woman and pulled out her gun, pointing it at her until she realised that she was helping. She hesitantly put her gun away. For now.

	She had no way of fully explaining what was going to happen quickly to Ed so she decided she would just get on with the work she knew needed to be done. She noticed some bad glass in Ed's arm and knew that if she didn't get it out and stop the bleeding then it would only get worse. Taking her belt off, Svetlana tightened it around Ed's upper arm as he ranted on, hoping to cut the blood flow off. [color=darkslategray]"Poyas."[/color] She pointed to the belt. [color=darkslategray]"Ostanovit' krovotecheniye."[/color] She pointed to the glass caused wound. [color=darkslategray]"Pomogi yemu."[/color] She pointed to Ed. She knew she could just speak English but she didn't trust this newcomer who just so happened to appear straight after they had crashed.

	Svetlana grabbed her first aid kit and began to dig out bandages, gauze and antiseptic wipes. She waited until his eyes began to flicker as he moved between consciousness and unconsciousness. She wrapped her hand in the excess of the belt and used it as a means to grip the broken glass before yanking it out of his arm. She held her hand over his mouth as she did this in case he screamed out too loudly. Not that it mattered really, the crash itself would have been enough noise to motion any nearby Chompers to their location.

	No sooner had she grabbed the glass out and tossed it aside, she used a bandage to cover the wound and apply pressure to stem the blood flow. She did her best to clean the wound with the wipes while keeping the pressure where she could. It was hard and messy work and she opted to just stop the blood flow and get it bandaged. She did all of this as quickly as she could once she was done she looked to the newcomer with a scowl and pointed to the seat and then to herself and the new woman before nodding. Svetlana gripped the lever of the chair and worked with this newcomer to try and free Ed from the car.[hr][hider=Translations]"Sukin syn..." = Son of a bitch...
"Poyas." = Belt
"Ostanovit' krovotecheniye." = Stop the bleeding.
"Pomogi yemu." = Help him.[/hider]