[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5lk5teTUT1r203dqo1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Building F[/center][hr][hr]Jack grinned, watching Tatiana as she went off to take a shower. Touching the cheek she kissed, he was a bit relieved when he found there hadn't been any deer blood there. That would've put a damper on the mood. Sitting down next to his pack, he fetched his fraying rope, setting to work on his [url=http://blog.brightsettings.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/heart-knot-napkin-ring.jpg]latest project[/url]. Given that they finally found a spot of stability, Jack was able to start working on it, without Tatiana noticing. He couldn't help but be thankful he'd gotten pretty good at knot work since the walkers started raining hell on the world. And sure, it wasn't a diamond ring--but he didn't want to live a single day without Tatiana. 

Having managed to use the frayed ends of the rope to separate off a decent sized piece, he heard Tatiana coming over. Quickly shoving his project away, he grinned up at her. While she still looked lovely covered in dirt and grime, he couldn't deny that she looked positively dazzling. [color=00ff00]"You look amazin', Tati,"[/color] Jack exclaimed, rising from his spot on the floor. He gave her a peck on the cheek, enjoying how adorable she looked with the toothpaste. 

Heading into the shower, Jack had abandoned his clothes on the floor, positive that they smelled worse than a three year old walker in the Georgia heat. Stepping into the warm spray of water, goosebumps traveled up and down his skin. He couldn't remember the last time he had a [i]real[/i] shower. Dirt and grime fell to the ground as he washed, sucked up by the drain. To Jack, it felt like he was scrubbing away those three years of hell. Closing his eyes as the water fell on his body, Jack let out a sigh of relief. 

It was almost like it was all over. 

Shutting off the water, Jack got out of the shower, quickly drying himself off. He wanted to spend as much time with Tatiana as he could. If he could keep eyes on her constantly, then that'd be ideal. Newnan seemed to be a paradise -- but even paradise can have snakes in the garden. He changed into the clean clothing, marveling a bit at the lack of sweat and blood covering it. It's the little things in life. He couldn't help but feel he could get used to this. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/cfb64057bd044dae247124218f92d81a/tumblr_inline_mw0801IPDg1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Crash Site in Arnco Mills, Georgia[/center][hr][hr]Édouard's eyes shut, preparing himself for the end. Svetlana would leave him in the car to rot, and if she was merciful, with a bullet in his brain. In his mind's eye, he saw Grenoble, his childhood home. The great snowy mountaintops, the beautiful streets alongside the edge of a massive river. His older sisters, [url=https://s4.postimg.io/3kp8f0xq5/alisanne.gif]Alisanne[/url] and [url=http://www.peency.com/images/2016/02/24/8a8146fe782f9f5f7.gif]Darcey[/url] never appreciated the call of water as he did. They despised him, hating that their childish little brother was destined to run the family business, no matter their own qualifications. But he had never been cut out for that sort of life--the sea was in his veins, with his fancies changing in the blink of an eye, rising and crashing like waves. 

[color=cc6699]"Édouard Gautier Riviere, né sur le dix sept janvier...l'année dix neuf cent quatre-vingts sept..." [/color]Édouard murmured, unable to even conjure up the English words. At least Svetlana would know who he was. He doubted Alisanne or Darcey knew he was alive, but he was certain the pair of them were out there somewhere, holed up in a bunker in France. They were [i]personne qui déchire.[/i] He coughed a bit, his vision spinning a bit from either blood loss or fear. Svetlana's bangs, once the ugliest sight in the world to him, became his anchor to reality. 

That was, of course, until he heard [i]French.[/i] His eyes jolted open, gazing at the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Her French was atrocious to him, heavily accented, but it sounded like the sweetest music. [color=cc6699]"Tu es l'ange de la mort?"[/color] Édouard spluttered, his eyes on Amelia, as wide as a child's. He winced as Svetlana went about her work, screaming feebly every so often whenever a great deal of pain erupted within him. 

[color=cc6699]"Tu parles anglais...gredine..."[/color] he chuckled a bit, slightly delirious. His grin was almost crazed, and part of him doubted that Amelia was real. Perhaps Svetlana couldn't see her. Of course, all of that vanished when Svetlana covered his mouth. Instantly, Édouard knew [i]exactly[/i] what was going on.

Svetlana was attempting to kill him! Struggling against her, he started to scream as best as he could, hoping that Amelia would intervene. However, he stopped in his efforts when he came to a more damning conclusion. Amelia was [i]helping[/i] Svetlana murder him! His eyes widened with despair, and he thought over the struggles of his long, weary life as Svetlana finished cleaning up his wounds, and removed him from the car with Amelia. 

It was such a struggle, after all, to grow up without a want in the world...with a house filled with servants...all the riches anyone could ever desire...The poor little cabbage. 

[color=cc6699]"...Quoi?"[/color] Édouard exclaimed, realizing that he could, in fact, feel his leg. It was sore, but as he experimentally twitched it, nothing seemed to be broken. In fact, even his wounds seemed to be doing better. Glancing over at Svetlana and Amelia with astonishment, his suspicions were confirmed. Amelia, without a doubt, was his guardian angel. 

[color=cc6699]"Merci beaucoup!"[/color] Édouard exclaimed, as [i]il fait la bise à Svetlana et Amelia.[/i] A goofy grin on his face, he glanced around quickly, seeing no walkers in sight. He always knew he was one of the best people alive. It seemed the universe agreed with him, keeping him safe from harm, and in the company of two [i]très belle filles.[/i]

[color=cc6699]"Allons-y?"[/color]

[hider=Translations]Édouard Gautier Riviere, né sur le dix sept janvier...l'année dix neuf cent quatre-vingts sept... = Édouard Gautier Riviere, born on January 17th...The year 1987...
personne qui déchire = badass
Tu es l'ange de la mort? = Are you the angel of death?
Tu parles anglais...gredine... = You speak English....minx...
...Quoi? = ...What?
Merci beaucoup! = Thank you so very much! 
il fait la bise à Svetlana et Amelia = He gave a kiss on the cheek to Svetlana and Amelia
très belle filles = Very beautiful girls 
Allons-y? = Let's go?[/hider]