[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/5e9e714002b5f04769d7e0dac2f0ce50/tumblr_inline_nuo5xtN7aI1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Center West End of the Outer Wall[/center][hr][hr]Jack couldn't help but muse that Bridgette would have done well in tourism. Growing up in Boston, almost everyone was a tour guide. His mother worked the Freedom Trail, and a bit of sadness came over him. His mother had been his only family growing up, with his half-siblings hardly ever coming to visit. The division of the household had been total. 

[color=00ff00]"He was a wicked actah! Shame he nevah got an oscah, deserved one really. I'd give him one if I could," [/color]Jack replied, a goofy grin on his face. However, it vanished as he questioned Bridgette's sanity more and more. Accepting her gun, Jack felt a bit odd. The rule of Newnan had prohibited him from a weapon--and here he was, with one handed to him. 

[color=00ff00]"Sounds like a plan," Jack agreed, thankful that nothing too shitty had happened. [/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/69644a8e5bf63103befaad07c349990c/tumblr_inline_mw086ex1w71s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]
Édouard whimpered, reaching his hands up to his hair slowly. Gingerly feeling for his soft and excellently styled locks, he winced as he touched skin. His hands shook and Édouard shut his eyes tightly. This couldn't be happening...not to him! But as he felt his hair again, Édouard once again felt the missing patches, and saw his delicate hair fall from Lyon's blade. 

[color=#cc6699]"Mes cheveux!" [/color]Édouard sobbed. Hot and thick tears poured quickly from his eyes, and his chest heaved with sobs. He started to regret not having chosen death earlier. At least he would have still been beautiful. What else did he have going for him besides his looks? The prospect of orange stripes in his hair was a horror, but he felt that nothing could restore his hair to its former glory. Inconsolable, he desperately wanted to eat a bullet. The knowledge of what he had been turned into was far too painful for him. 

[color=#cc6699]"Non," [/color]Édouard said simply, his teeth clenched. [color=#cc6699]Tu peux 'kiss my azz.'"[/color]

[hider=Translations]Mes cheveux = My hair
Non = No
Tu peux = You can[/hider]