[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outer Wall, Main Gate -> Building [b]2[/b], Mess Hall
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	The moment that Beni made it inside of the gate, Ash gave the signal for it to close. In the interest of keeping the people outside from thinking that they were simply being left there while the people of Newnan performed any manner of atrocities to their group's spokesman, Jim remained at his post above, providing a line of communication. 

	Upon entering, Beni was greeted by two rifle carrying Newnanites. The guns remained low, but at the ready in case the new guest decided to spurn the finer points of their hospitality. They remained a few paces away. Ashton climbed down to meet the man formally, extending a hand to him. [color=steelblue]"Welcome to Newnan. I trust you will forgive the TSA treatment we tend to provide here. Brave new world, and all."[/color] His slight Virginian accent became a little more noticeable in the last verbal exchange. For those who knew him, it could mean any number of things; today it was the beginning or weariness. 

	[color=steelblue]"Gentlemen."[/color] he remarked to the security personnel. Ash moved his index finger in a circular motion before pointing back north, to the main gate of the Inner Wall. They all picked up on the left foot, marching in unison. Their trip back would take a little time, which Ash used to act as a sort of tour guide. If this man were one of the "bad guys", then they already had a good idea where things lay in the Outer Wall. If he was not, then the gruff man would simply be initiating coversation. [color=steelblue]"Most folk who aren't shooting at us tend to stick around. Who knows? Maybe you'll find something you like."[/color] He pointed to the right, almost directly. [color=steelblue]"We keep livestock out that way, at least this season. Hopefully, we'll be able to rotate livestock ground with our crops, grow some more robust corn and sweet potatoes."[/color]

	They approached the Inner Wall. The gate parted open, thanks to a wave on Ash's part. [color=steelblue]"That does remind me, um, Beni. We're going to one of our standard sit-down locations for newcomers. Usually it's for people that are petitioning to stick around for a while, but I figure "protocol". A sense of continuity for the others watching us in town."[/color] 

	They were just coming up on the former Methodist church that Newnan used to primarily prepare and distribute food. Even in these dark times, it was used to help the needy and feed the hungry, if not quite a place where God was mentioned with its former regularity. [color=steelblue]"Right here, sir. You're going to be speaking with a young lady who works under our Doctor. He is presently unavailable to receive guests at this time."[/color] Ash held open the door to admit the man, motioning with his free hand. [color=steelblue]"I don't suppose you'd care for a bit of supper while we all get acquainted? It's not much, but we might be able to get James to part with a little of his smoked deer. Either way..."[/color] he motioned to the table where Astrid was seated, [color=steelblue]"Let's all talk."[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=c0c0c0]The Great Bazhooli[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]7[/b] (Rec Center)
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	Tatiana seemed the excitable type, certainly. [color=c0c0c0]"Pine? No, no, is cit..."[/color] he began, before attention to the situation was diverted by Meg. [color=c0c0c0]"Gah..."[/color] he breathed as a quiet, wordless exclamation. [color=c0c0c0]"Vill explain later."[/color] and turned an inquiry elsewhere. [color=c0c0c0]"Meghna! Is odd question, but vould you have bowling pins? Hundred uses for them."[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=orangered]Bridgette Vinters[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outer Wall, damaged section on the Eastern Side 
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	[color=orangered]"That's a pretty astute observation there, Jack. Yeah, we're not the only assholes taking up acreage in Georgia. As I understand, there's a group that doesn't like us too much. Got no fucking clue WHY, we're not hurting anyone that doesn't deserve it pretty hard. Anyway..."[/color]

	Bridgette dropped down from the stepladder, grabbing strips of metal and a torch from her bag o' fun. [color=orangered]"Almost done there, Marky. Just stay observant."[/color] The tall woman leaned one elbow upon the ladder for balance and carefully reascended the device. She rested her equipment on the tiny, pullout shelf on the side of the ladder opposite herself (obstinately labeled "NOT A STEP"), and adjusted on a small set of goggles. [color=orangered]"Try not to look directly at it. Like I was saying, Cap'n Ash here has a good stretch of dirt to expand into, not enough people to keep eyes on it. He's got to know this, I mean, he's a fucking combat engineer, right?"[/color] 

	The generally foulmouthed woman burned metal against metal, occasionally giving it a whack or two when it was being difficult. Within the next few minutes, a very warm but quite patched section of wall stood before them. [color=orangered]"Ok, you about ready to get back? I've got shit to do. Let's go."[/color] Bridgette folded up the ladder and pointed at her sawed-off, still in the Massachusetts native's hand. [color=orangered]"Trade ya."[/color]



[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James![/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building [b]2[/b] (Mess Hall) -> Building [b]B[/b] (Zoie's House)
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	James wasn't about to leap into the drama today. Oh, no. He'd had quite enough. The veteran Hogger procured two covered plates and began carefully maneuvering them out of the room and into the road. Maybe it was just because he hadn't quite done that whole "Eating" thing that day, or maybe the good people of Newnan were getting better at preparing Apocalypse meals, but the smell wafting from the plates was absolutely transcendent. [color=firebrick]"Mmm mmm. That is some goodness, no two ways on it..."[/color] he remarked to himself. He did that a lot. 

	He caught sight of Ash and their (hopefully) peaceful trading partner, coming up the street. He tried to be as polite as possible, but full hands prevented a more traditional greeting. James was a man of the South. Manners, or at least the ritual of them, were highly important. The best he could get out at the moment was a brisk nod from underneath his stetson before his present duty pulled him back into service. He wasn't even sure that Ash noticed him, so the lack for semi-formal response was somewhat forgivable. So he took off at a brisk walk, just about a block, up to the domicile of Newnan's present Second and general ovary-bearing badasss, Miss Zoie Crawford. 

	Hands full, the industrious blackneck chose instead to tap the kickplate on the front door with one of his large, well used boots. Then an idea struck him. He set the plates down on a nearby piece of porch furniture, and keyed his radio over to Zoie's personal frequency. [color=firebrick]"Now uh, Miss Zoie? I gots some primo eats for y'all out front of your home, what you wantin' me to do with it?"[/color]