[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://static.tumblr.com/aa75d26cb085e9d843edd99caacd5cc6/pkcnu7m/Byln7xo2h/tumblr_static_52sif9e9ka8s4kksskogw4scc.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Infirmary.[/center][hr] 
	On hearing what had happened between Zoie and Richard, Victor laughed before coughing from the laughter and then wincing from the effort of both these actions together. [color=khaki]"Oh merde! Bad idea, very bad idea. Merdermerdemerde, zut!"[/color] He could feel his heart rate spiking but managed to calm it enough to a reasonable level where it didn't hurt anymore after a few seconds of uneven breathing. He held a hand up towards Astrid and smiled through it. [color=khaki]"I'm okay, I'm okay."[/color]

	Victor slowly raised a hand and patted Ash on the forearm as he spoke to him. [color=khaki]"Not to worry, I'll be 'ere and listening to [i]médecin mademoiselle dans la formation[/i]."[/color] He glanced over to Astrid and gave her a warm, albeit weak, smile. [color=khaki]"I will take the bed rest 'appily right now. I promise I won't be difficult."[/color] 

	Victor was unused to seeing Captain Ash making jokes and it was a nice change even if it was only happening due to his inability to remain conscious for a reason that may not actually be as illusive as believed. Victor heard the crackling of Ash's radio and looked at it in confusion while blinking rapidly. [color=khaki]"More oddballs for the pot called Newnan?"[/color] He waved farewell to Ash as he left to see to his duties and then turned his head back to Astrid, a pleased smile on his face and a twinkle in his previously unresponsive eyes.

	[color=khaki]"So, where do you start with this situation? Remember, there are no wrong answers."[/color] He was never one to miss a learning opportunity.[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/b85f50d9bdb4c44f9c5fd2cff26d69d1/tumblr_nf3uqtzMDe1ty8mi0o1_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Zoie's House[/center][hr]
	Richard glanced up as she spoke and he still chose to keep his trap shut. He nodded as she asked him to stay but he could barely even look at her. He felt like absolute shit but he wasn't so much of an asshole that he'd leave her in her time of nee-- It was odd having her kiss him again. He wasn't complaining, she tasted just as nice as she always did. Sweetness on sweetness but he still didn't feel like he deserved it. As she pulled away, he rose a hand up to his lips and felt where hers had just pressed. He was out of it for a second before he realised he'd missed something.

	Did she just say please? He watched after her as she turned on heel and walked down the hallway. She was nice as could be and polite in her own way but never in such an open and obvious way as to say please. What was wrong with her? It couldn't just be on him and the shit he'd put her through, could it? If it was Richard had a hell of a lot more self-punishment to inflict before he'd feel worth her time again.

	Standing up and pacing back and forth in the sitting room, Richard savoured his cigarette and then realised that he was stinking Zoie's place up with the smoke. [color=tomato]"Shiiit..."[/color] He walked over to the front window and opened it up, pulling the curtains away from the frame as much as possible and then slung a leg over the ledge and sat on it with the cigarette hanging from the outside arm. Each time he drew from it he made sure to blow the smoke outside to try and keep her house not smelling like his sorry ass. His right leg swung back and forth as it dangled down the front of the building and he looked out onto the street at the spot where Zoie had been laying beneath Miss Lilly's corpse.

	Shuddering and closing his eyes as he leaned his head backwards on the frame of the window, Richard sighed and tried to clear his head. As he stopped moving and focusing, he could hear the music that was playing while Zoie showered and he frowned while his eyes were shut and listened to the lyrics of the song. He half figured she'd put it on on purpose but then realised that their music choices were fairly fucking limited so she probably hadn't chosen it on purpose.

	The thought crossed his mind about just swinging his other leg over and leaving rather than listening to the damn song but the way that Zoie had asked him to stick around? He couldn't do that to her. He kept his perch on the windowsill and was glad for the music being switched off. He physically felt the tension leaving his chest but the knots in his back and shoulders remained. Fuck. This wasn't going to be easy.[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/d441fc1a4f793ae2cd61be98a3990f7c/tumblr_inline_nxggkcuDcz1sh6kg8_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Cemetery[/center][hr]
	After relaying the message, despite her discomfort in doing so, Bryn hipped the walkie and then quietly thanked the Newnanite for helping her move the body for burial. Glancing back over to her new sister, Bryn grabbed the other shovel and began to help Bridgette dig in silence. The two of them working together would make fairly short work on this and then they could get back to work on the wall. The silence was nothing new for Bryn but with Bridgette being so silent it was a new experience.

	As Bridgette's voice sounded out in a smaller than normal method, Bryn stopped digging and glanced up to her and smiled. [color=peru]"Don't mention it."[/color] They continued digging until the hole was completed. Bryn moved over and picked up the upper end of Miss Lilly's body and nodded towards the legs and watched Bridgette. [color=peru]"We'll get started on the wall as soon as we're done. We can just eat outside instead of the mess hall."[/color] She wasn't one to talk normally but it seemed like Bridgette needed something to focus on that wasn't the deceased body of one of the Newnanites. It was particularly strange for her motormouth to be out of fuel and it made Bryn uneasy if truth be told.[hr][center][h1][color=darkslategray]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/d2f5dfd8b329a2cba4af969ccc752d4f/tumblr_inline_n7o2u1xMcf1r7jwpm.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: On the road[/center][hr]
	As the car fired forward, Svetlana gripped the sides of the truck and felt her eyes widening so much she was genuinely surprised that they didn't burst out of her head. She wondered how she could communicate to him to slow the fuck down when he clearly didn't understand her. Glancing over at the back of the truck, Svetlana saw Amelia pretty much reacting the same way as she was. She looked over to Ed and heard him speaking to her and she just looked at him with incredulousness at how stupid he was. They had yet been able to communicate with his language and yet he continued to speak it towards her despite him knowing she was unable to speak it. What an asshole.

	As he drove faster and faster, Svetlana couldn't bite her tongue anymore and decided to call out in Spanish. [color=darkslategray]"¡¡¡Ve más despacio!!!"[/color] Hopefully his minor understanding of the Spanish language would allow him to know what she was screaming at him otherwise this was going to look an awful lot like a car jacking or a kidnapping. As soon as she got the chance she was going to slap him senseless. She was really starting to regret not shooting him...[hr]