[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Infirmary
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	So long as the crowd of lookie-loos were dispersed, Ash was fine. Well, not [i]fine[/i] so much, but slightly more tolerant of the situation. With their Lead Medical down, the people of Newnan (specifically Froggy himself, now) had to rely on the level of training he had imparted upon one of their newer additions, Astrid. The stoic and stone counterpart to her rage and fire counterpart, Bridgette, she was the more logical choice to take on medical duties, if only for bedside manner. 

	Still, there was little that either of them could do. The request/announcement from Bryn that she was going to join Bridgette on the wall was met with muted acceptance by the Captain; Ash nodded his head and returned to Victor's gurney. He wasn't sure exactly what to do in this instance, but he was a man capable of keeping a cool head in a crisis and knew where most everything in this room was kept. 

	Ashton felt a touch of relief bloom inwardly as Astrid's ministrations seemed to improve Froggy's condition, though he would not allow his face to express it. Maybe when the older man opened his eyes and confirmed it himself, he would breathe a sigh of relief or crack a smile. Until then, hope was a luxury. Also until then, it would be a compelling reason that would get him to leave the premises. The two "battle maidens" - they had other work to perform. Ash would make sure they were informed of any changes, but until that time they were expected to give the wall some minor repair and see to any other duties assigned them for the day. 

	[color=steelblue]"Let me know when you need something."[/color] he intoned again to Astrid after the others had left. He intended to be here for a while. The peaches could wait, so long as they were stored properly. If it looked to be a long wait, Ash could suffice with forming a mash on the quick and returning. It wasn't a necessity for the survival of Newnan, but he did so detest wastefulness. 
	

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Courthouse, interior and out front, by Cadence
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	It was a short wait at the doors for Bridgette when the gnawing feeling of work undone began to get the better of her. Yes, she wanted to stick around and help out with Froggy's recovery, if indeed today was not the day that whichever god dotes over physicians decided not to call Victor to his side. 

	Bryn's affirmation that she would be along shortly, inferring the she should go along ahead was recieved, but not fully processed until the bat wielding maniac she called "friend" lay a hand on her shoulder. Bridgette was still held fast by the sight of Dr. Bonheur, unconscious on a table, being treated by her Battle Sister and their Community Leader. Well, almost exclusively Battle Sister, but Ash meant well. Perhaps he would pull double duty, scaring off people in his theatre of operation while she and Bryn tended to the Wall. He certainly looked capable of it right then. As soon as Bryn's hand made connection, Bridgette's head snapped around. She absently responded to her words from the moment before, [color=orangered]"Yeah, um... I'll be by Cadence, out front, for a little bit first."[/color]

	Bridgette backed out of the doors and into a empty lobby. Seems the threats of the shorter Icelandic chick were taken to heart, as far as she could tell. It didn't seem like the type of tactic that Ash would have approved, but it seemed functional. Still, she could hear her footsteps echo as she left the Courthouse, a thing she generally could not do otherwise. 

	Walking to her horse, she noticed the drama going on with Zoie and Dick. She sighed heavily and proceeded to her horse. Simultaneously, she felt embarrassed for them [i]and[/i] something of an intruder into a private moment. She stared for a second or three, before shaking her head and continuing to Cadence. When she finally got there, she permitted herself a single, quiet piece of profanity. [color=orangered]"...fuuuck..."[/color] she exhaled, and set to busy work of checking the contents of her saddlebags. Zoie was a really cool chickie, but she had the most annoying habit of letting her more squishy emotions get the better of her. It was a good thing that Zoie took to Bree and Astrid. They could help her out with that. 

	Ok, three more minutes, then it was off to the Wall. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Newnan, Inner Wall - Smoker
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	[color=firebrick]"See, nobody tells ol' Black James a muthafuckin' thing no more."[/color] said the veteran Hogger, adjusting the vents on his massive smoker for an optimum balance of heat and smoke. He checked the drip can on the bottom of the apparatus to ensure it wasn't in danger of overflow, then continued speaking aloud to no one in particular. [color=firebrick]"I [i]swear[/i], it feels like a momentous damned day, and here I stand smokin' me some roadkill. Hot damn."[/color]

	James shrugged. Then smiled. Then he laughed just a little bit. His way was not one of bitterness, not usually. [color=firebrick]"Whelp, when the important people get done with their important things, they all be happy to see Black James with a plate full of The Good Shit. Yessir. Blackneck saves the day yet again."[/color]