[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/08bab3fe4199e72ec043004e6712ffac/tumblr_inline_nuo44a5veV1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Mess Hall (Building 2) ---> Gilbert Street, in front of Building 1[/center][hr][hr]He couldn't help but be a bit caught off guard by the woman. As she grabbed him by the hand and led him out of the building, prattling on in an almost insane manner, Jack couldn't help but wonder what other [i]interesting[/i] personalities were in Newnan. The rhythm of her speech wasn't something he expected at all, even in the hell hole of a world they lived in. Sure, some people went mad--but so far, everyone he met in Newnan seemed relatively normal, aside from Bazhooli. 

[color=00ff00]"Wouldn't dream of it,"[/color] Jack reassured the woman, still uncertain as to her name. Entirely uncertain as to where they were headed, Jack followed her the very best he could, his head bobbing around almost as he took in all of the sights of Newnan. Others seemed to be down at the end of the street, and the slight scent of deliciousness reached his nostrils. 

[color=00ff00]"My name's Jack, Jack Hudson,"[/color] he added, realizing he failed to introduce himself as well. He smiled a bit, but in the friendly nice-to-meet-you-neighbor sort of way all suburban dads master quickly. And while the woman had called him handsome, he hadn't noticed whether or not she was pretty as well. He was too in love with Tatiana to notice anyone else. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/d8c74ea5da939c59c5aaf3cd9bd10e87/tumblr_inline_mw088u9MDy1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Édouard started to get comfy, using some of the squishier bits as a cushion, almost. Entirely disregarding Lyon's message, he only stopped once he heard that tune. His blood chilled, turning practically to ice, as a bead of sweat ran down his back. Remembering the last time he had heard that song, Édouard shuddered, hardly able to complete any other motions. 

It had been Alisanne, of course. Just a [url=https://thumbs.mic.com/MzVmMmJmNTI1MyMvZUpLUHVVUWNNcVZ1R2FJaTBjS1Z4X2MxbmhjPS9maXQtaW4vOTAweDkwMC9maWx0ZXJzOm5vX3Vwc2NhbGUoKTpxdWFsaXR5KDgwKS9odHRwOi8vaW1hZ2VzLm1pYy5jb20veXhpMWJqaWw1cnR2ZWx2dDNjdGNuN2ptbXZ4bmN1ZXlybzVyZHJ5bG5lcW5rcm1hcWZlamV3andwaGJ0djJodC5naWY.gif]little boy[/url], she had had enough of her brother. Armed with an axe and the fearsome tune, Alisanne had chased him through the house in the dark, only to be stopped as Angelo came out of the shadows. Their parents hadn't cared, laughing it off as a game, a cruel trick amongst siblings. Shaking his head, Édouard tightened his fist, focusing on the present. [color=cc6699]"Tu es vraiment comme ma sœur,"[/color] Édouard muttered. The emotions surging through him were a poisonous mixture--fear, trauma, indignation, and rage. 

Torn apart as to what to do, Édouard considered standing up, and asking for death. Throwing in the towel. But the same terror, the fear of what may be on the other side, stopped le petit prince. Cursing under his breath in Italian, Édouard picked up the rag and went back to work, avoiding Lyon's gaze the entire time, if at all possible. He couldn't stand what he had been reduced to, cleaning the filth of others, with the butcher staring him down. But Édouard knew that Lyon was wrong about him. He was [i]the shit[/i], you see. None of those awful things Lyon said could be true. They were lies, all of it. 

And so, the hate in Édouard's heart grew three sizes that day. 

[hider=Translations]Tu es vraiment comme ma sœur = You are truly like my sister.
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