[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/94fd86b8c6878a960df7cb9e0c3104fd/tumblr_inline_nuo4uk9HLF1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Center West End of the Outer Wall[/center][hr][hr]Jack nodded, whistling 99 Balloons to him as they got to work. He handed the 'snips' over to Bridgette, after pausing for a brief moment to figure out which of the tools she was referring to. It had been ages since he had to even think about those sort of tools, having gotten by with mostly the necessities during the shitstorm that ended the world as he knew it. At Bridgette's exclamation, he ceased his whistling. 

[color=00ff00]"I guess so,"[/color] Jack agreed, not entirely convinced it was the best joke to be made. Making references to old movies was one thing--but wishing that Leo was in the same mess as the rest of them? Jack hoped that the son of a bitch was long dead, that way he wouldn't have to be in this world. The less people that had to live through the apocalypse, the better. And while it was selfish of him, he wanted Tatiana to stay alive. It may have been a hell they were in, but he couldn't go through with it alone. And the thought of being turned into one of them terrified him too much, keeping him from simply giving up ages ago. [color=00ff00]"Hammah and pliahs comin' up,"[/color] Jack said, glad for the change of pace in the conversation. He handed them to Bridgette, nodding at her request. 

[color=00ff00]"If you don't mind me askin', but what did this?"[/color] Jack asked, shifting his weight slightly. [color=00ff00]"A walkah couldn't have done this--and with all the secuhity...It looks like we aren't alone here, are we?"[/color] Wiping away a bit from sweat from his forehead, a blessing and a curse of the Georgia heat and humidity, Jack glanced up at the wall once more, eyeballing the fortifications of the settlement. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/e5b953e220d5fdc19f679ebc48cd0af8/tumblr_inline_mw07yc8ZGR1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Just as Lyon was ready to launch into a speech, so was Édouard. With mood swings that rivaled the stereotypical pregnant woman, he was currently pumped up with indignation and rage. The cocktail served to only bring out the worst qualities in him--not that he had very many decent qualities, of course. Most who tried to think up something admirable about le chou came up with nothing, instead standing by awkwardly, and nodding as he sung his own praises. 

[color=cc6699]"Ça peut-être une leçon?"[/color] Édouard scoffed, rolling his eyes. He hadn't even bothered to look up and see the child, just listening to Lyon frantically speaking in English, right after the scolding about helping other people. Glancing up, Édouard spotted the feeble body of the child, and he paused for a moment, carefully considering his course of action. The first option was the most obvious and most appealing one. While they were all distracted, he could stroll out of the settlement, and be on his merry way. 

The second one, Édouard realized with a sigh, would require [i]work.[/i] He would have to do something for the kid, like cleaning up the OR, or helping with whatever medical attention he needed. The more he thought about it, the more appealing the first decision became, until he realized he was absolutely clueless as to how to leave Franklin without Lyon noticing. And how could he exact his revenge if he just left? There were so many people that needed to learn the meaning of respect--he couldn't teach them that if they left. 

His eyes fell on the mess of the OR again, and he almost pouted, thinking about all of the effort it would take. Looking behind him subconsciously for Félix, in order to tell his bodyguard to clean up the mess for him, Édouard nearly pounded his fist on the ground. It seemed there would be no way out of this. He would have to put in....[i]effort.[/i] Wrinkling his nose, Édouard rose to his feet, grabbed the rag, and actually [i]cleaned[/i] the OR. 

It was a Christmas miracle. 

[hider=Translations]Ça peut-être une leçon? = Is that supposed to be a lesson?[/hider]