[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f4891f87fd58e122261f73ef7678b837/tumblr_inline_nuo685hLhO1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Gilbert Street near Building 5, Fabrication[/center][hr][hr][color=00ff00]"No problem,"[/color] Jack assured her, nodding his head. [color=00ff00]"This place is wicked kind, 'least I could do to help out."[/color] The prospect of expansion seemed promising to him, but worrisome at the same time. Things tended to go well on a small scale, and blow up on the larger one, in his experience. But he couldn't help but hope Newnan really could grow, and that he could carve out a little piece of normalcy for himself. As it was at the moment, normal was just a setting on the dryer--he couldn't get any closer to it than that. 

And then, Bridgette had another of what Jack was quickly coming to think of as her moments. He kept his face straight, having seen a lot of shit during his time on the force, and even more since the world had decided to go to hell. Working vice wasn't always easy, and it was never exactly what he expected. It prepared him for just about everything--except, of course, for the dead to start to walk. 

However, he did a bit of a double take. He blinked, hoping that she hadn't really said that...His last girlfriend, Sutton, had a tendency to think he was too friendly with other girls. But that was exactly it--he was too nice. He didn't stray in the slightest, he just had a tendency to be everyone's best friend, the happy-go-lucky person that can easily be taken advantage of. Thinking of how to best express to Bridgette that while she was rather beautiful, and he was certain any guy would be happy to have her, he wasn't interested and that he was happily dating a Russian ballerina...She left. 

He blinked again, before letting out a sigh of relief. She was an odd one, that was for sure. And he hated to think of what her sister might be like, if they regularly scouted for three-ways. He shuddered a bit at the thought, before trying to recall how to get back to the Mess Hall. Perhaps there'd be something else they needed help with. 

Hopefully something that didn't come with sexual propositions. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/96af0029a2fb3db5a08b1b63c33279a2/tumblr_inline_mw07j3CJbv1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Front of the School (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Unfortunately, his comment didn't seem to get a rise out of Lyon. As much as Édouard didn't cherish being in pain, he couldn't help but notice the lack of effect his words had on the man. It was almost insulting, the way Lyon wasn't insulted. Even if he hated the man, at least he was able to provoke him with a mere roll of the tongue, a small way to enact his own power.

But this light mannered chuckling? It caused Édouard's mood to darken, until he heard what he assumed to be the name of the emaciated little brat in front of him. [i]Ciel.[/i] 

[color=cc6699]"Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce bordel?! Ciel?! C'est un nom hippie,"[/color] Édouard scoffed. [color=cc6699]"Comment s'appelle ta sœur, eh? Lune?"[/color] He rolled his eyes, glancing at Lyon, hoping that no one had the nerve to give their children such a foolish name. His sisters, Alisanne and Darcey, had names that meant [i]noble[/i] and [i]dark one from the fortress[/i] respectively. His name meant [i]wealthy guardian[/i]. They were strong names, proper French ones. 

But Ciel?! He wanted to scratch his own eyeballs out at the thought of it, imagining that the kid's last name would be Étoile. With a name like that, the kid would have done well to be killed by the undead already. It was only right to put him out of his misery. And with him being brought to Lyon, Édouard solemnly realized that was the case. The kid would be the next in the series of victims of the butcher. He couldn't blame Lyon for the target as well--the kid looked like shit. 

[color=cc6699]"Vous pensez mes cheveux sont amusants?!"[/color] Édouard growled, wounding more than he would care to admit. The girl was cute, he had to admit that. But with the quivering of her lip and the smile, as well as the foreign words, he hadn't the faintest idea what she said. His honor was at stake, and he would do everything he could to defend it.

So for him, that meant sulking in French and not understanding what was going on. 

[hider=Translations]Ciel = Sky
Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce bordel?! Ciel?! C'est un nom hippie = What the fuck?! Sky [Ciel]?! That's a hippie name. 
Comment s'appelle ta sœur, eh? Lune? = What's your sister named, eh? Moon?
Étoile = Star
Vous pensez mes cheveux sont amusants?! = You think my hair is funny?![/hider]