[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/b2cc048009bd38354f5d4ad477251ad7/tumblr_inline_nuo546rZpa1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Center West End of the Outer Wall[/center][hr][hr]Jack chuckled a bit, warming up slightly to Bridgette. Sure, she seemed to have a screw or two loose, but he did admire her candid nature. Covering his eyes with his hand as she fired up the torch, he did as instructed and tried his best not to look at it too much. It reminded him a bit of a lab he did in high school chemistry, where they burnt magnesium and put it in dry ice. And by they, he meant that they watched while the teacher did it carefully, since they broke at least ten beakers during every lab that year. 

[color=00ff00]"It's a shame, that someone'd want to hurt this,"[/color] Jack lamented. [color=00ff00]"Guess people are the real monstahs, huh?"[/color]

Once Bridgette was done and the wall repair complete, Jack consented to the trade, swapping the shotgun for the ladder. As much as he wanted to go running back to Tatiana, he also realized that she needed time to practice without him being his goofy self the entire time. Perhaps there'd be something else that he could help with. [color=00ff00]"Where do you want the laddah?"[/color] Jack asked, readjusting his grip slightly. He couldn't quite recall exactly where it had come from, having devoted most of his memorizing to the simple route for getting out of dodge in case something happened. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/49df3bf00fdc22179493f69afebf27e9/tumblr_inline_mw085aCLtV1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Heard County High School (OR) ---> Front of the School[/center][hr][hr]Édouard rolled his eyes at Lyon, judging that it was some sort of praise from the ridicule. Of [i]course[/i] he was being praised for the menial slave labor! That was typical for America. He regretted ever coming out to the country, even if his family had been plotting against them. At least he could sleep when he was dead, he wouldn't be scrubbing the filthy floors of the OR, and getting appreciative nods from the living filth of Franklin. The pride in Lyon's eyes only served to confuse and irritate the Frenchman, and for a moment, Édouard considered spitting on the floor of the OR.

But then again, Lyon would probably make him clean that up too. [i]Merde.[/i] He wrinkled his nose in utter defeat, attempting to come up with another scheme, since already, the workload of this one was going to kill him. There was blood and [i]dirt[/i] under his beautiful hands, and if anything, the Frenchman wanted a manicure. His life had been a never ending party before, filled with sex, booze, and adventure. 

This life, though, felt like the equivalent of an especially bad hangover. 

[color=cc6699]"Pas de problème, monsieur! Votre vœu est ma commande!"[/color] Édouard muttered under his breath, before following Lyon to the front of the school. Maybe he'd get lucky and he would be able to bolt. Or perhaps Lyon was going to pull him aside for a special chat, and there, he could choke the life out of the man. But regardless, Édouard knew that he would have to bide his time, no matter how much patience and meticulous planning irritated him. 

[hider=Translations]Merde: Shit
Pas de problème, monsieur! Vorte vœu est ma commande! = No problem, sir! Your wish is my command!
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