[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://31.media.tumblr.com/bcfab66a674d39bfaaddc28bd62d4470/tumblr_inline_ne41kcr5UN1s5par2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outer Wall, Main Gate [/center][hr][hr] Ashton looked at the people assembled below him, in front of Newnan's Main Gate. They seemed to be exactly what their leader claimed, but... he was hesitant to take unnecessary chances. All the same, if this was an attempt at mischief, he'd rather they be unarmed, surrounded by people friendly to himself. [color=steelblue]"Beni. Pleasure, of course. My name is Ashton Holloway; Ash works fine. I speak for the people of Newnan."[/color] The urge to respond with title and full authority was strong. If these were decent folk who honestly wanted trade, Ash didn't want to radiate icy law from above. His tone was definitely no-nonsense, despite the relatively casual nature of his actual words. Of course, part of his waiting and speaking was due to the expected arrival of a security detail. He glanced back to confirm a handful of Newnanites with rifles approaching the Gate. [color=steelblue]"Trade outside of the walls goes a lot better if we have a prearranged site. Besides, I cannot list out the contents of our Pharmacy from memory. You'd have to speak with our Medical Officer about that. Stand informed - if you do decide to enter, it will be completely unarmed, and under escort. We've had difficulties with other people before. You may claim your weapons as you leave; you may leave at any time. Is this acceptable?"[/color] The thought occurred to Ash that, were these people potentially hostile, they could very well be using the opportunity to scout out their inner workings. Then again, they had already been breached before, by an enemy that already seemed to know where to go and what to do. [color=steelblue]"So, where are you coming from, anyway?"[/color] [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c0c0c0]The Great Bazhooli[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0c830ac3-637e-4722-a654-d4192b0bd4c2.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]7[/b] (Rec Center) [/center][hr][hr] It was a grand open space, the Rec Center. Not quite the more natural flooring to which he was accustomed, nor even the softer flexibility of wood. Were he to engage in acts of tumbling on this surface, he would have to remain very careful at all times. He could think to whatever impromptu act he had to cobble together in a moment; for right now, he wanted to get a feel for the venue and the people with whom he would be working. [color=c0c0c0]"Tatiana! Is good to see you again. Is good to meet another master of Performing Arts, of course. [i]And[/i], is very good to meet pretty girl of Mother Russia. So! Ve talk. You have just arrived in Newnan, da?"[/color] The Great Bazhooli's social skills were just a touch rusty, but he was friendly enough. Even before the Outbreak, he was best when addressing a crowd, playing his character into the ground with its showy, circusy feel. Even now, he was more of a muted version of his circus persona. If you wear a mask long enough, it becomes part of you, and Bazhooli had been in front of crowds since a very young age. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d5/b4/78/d5b478ac0063ce48f5bab3cb5648b0a1.jpg[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outer Wall, damaged section on the Eastern Side [/center][hr][hr] [color=orangered]"Wait. Stop that train in its tracks, mister. Did you just mothershitting [i][u]Titanic[/u][/i] me?"[/color] She brought Cadence to a dead stop, and turned in her saddle to face Jack. There was a strange look of random intent in her eyes, a not-so-quiet wildness that likely served her well in her bouncing days. [color=orangered]"World full of dead people trying to gnaw on my tits, food shortages, water you have to lower a goddamned [i]bucket[/i] for, 120% [i]Georgia fucking humidity[/i], and you've got the scrote to throw some DiCrappio at me? You..."[/color] Bridgette nudged her horse onward, one hand behind her waving a single finger in the classic "No-No" motion. [color=orangered]"Your bouncy hair and classic looks won't save you from a monkey-stomping, Jack. Just sayin'."[/color] As if the preceding exchange never took place, the tall woman looked back to her assistant with a chilling smile. [color=orangered]"My Cadence does go fast. Used to be a jousting horse. Hey! We're here! Alright... You got a gun? Take mine if you don't. Yeah, yeah, you ain't the "killing me" type. You keep real fucking observant, hand me stuff when I ask. Okay! Let's get to work."[/color] Oddly, she seemed very optimistic. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1] [img]https://v.cdn.vine.co/r/avatars/6AE78329E91063505631975227392_pic-r-1396533712688c4afde8ecf.jpg.jpg?versionId=ZnGOSit0zozlhxpJk0w6QVx4cSozVRdq[/img][/center] [hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]2[/b] (Mess Hall) [/center][hr][hr] James insisted on rolling the cart back to the Mess Hall for Sally. She was a busy enough lady, the least he could do for her was ensure she had a relatively unencumbered walk back. Even if it was a block or less. [color=firebrick]"Aight, so Kitty-Cat is a friend of a friend, then? I can deal with that, long as I meet that first "friend", I be solid."[/color] He began unloading the meat into the more appropriate holding areas of the Mess, minding where covered dishes were kept. Zoie could totally use a plate of smoked, South Georgia heaven. He was a talented Man of Redneck Charcuterie, even if it meant tipping his cap to himself, and was sure that Zoie would love it. [color=firebrick]"Been keepin' up on Miss Zoie, over the radio. I about got stupid-happy, I hear the all clear on old girl. Imma see how she's doin', soon as we get this all put up. Bring her that plate while I'm at it, too."[/color]