[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/9d68c0e47e3472b03a03c26c8560ee83/tumblr_inline_nuo4a2ynDQ1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Gilbert Street near Building 5, Fabrication ---> Building 2 (the Mess Hall)[/center][hr][hr]Jack glanced around, half expecting someone to rush over to him, exclaiming that he couldn't be walking around Newnan without supervision just yet. As much as he wanted to see the rest of the settlement, he figured that it would be best to do that later, once Tatiana and he were more familiar faces. Rolling his shoulders slightly, he followed [s]his nose for the fruity taste that shows[/s] the small crowd heading towards the Mess Hall. It wasn't too far away, and he was able to recognize the building, knowing that the shelter he shared with Tatiana was just across the street from it. 

Should he go and see her? The more he thought about that, the more conflicted he was. He wanted desperately to be there to keep an eye on things, to ensure that their happiest day didn't become their darkest one, but at the same time, he needed to give her space. Too much of anything was never good. Finding himself heading inside the Mess Hall, he didn't immediately see anyone he recognized. 

Looking around, he hoped that he would spot Miss Sally quickly enough. Perhaps she'd have something for him to do--keeping busy was always best, kept his mind from wondering off and worrying about the little things. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/12ea9529e6b320ba35c1496715fbd99a/tumblr_inline_mw07ykvWON1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Front of the School (Franklin) ---> Following Lyon[/center][hr][hr]As the sickly child began spewing off gibberish in a wretched American accent, Édouard rolled his eyes. Typical. Not only was it the spawn of hippies, the thing wasn't even French! His national pride inflamed in him, as his eyes twinkled a bit with anger. It was bad enough the name itself--but the fact that the child wasn't even French crossed the line. As much as he knew, the Rivieres had always been a strictly French family, never marrying or joining other ethnicities or cultures. It was tradition, the same way that male heirs were preferred for positions of power over female ones. His mother leading [i]la mafia française[/i] had only happened after her elder brother died under "suspicious circumstances". 

[color=cc6699]"Quoi?"[/color] Édouard blinked, feeling dazed and confused. For years, the only other person he could communicate with had been Félix, as they were trapped in the dreadful country of the United States. And then, on this single day, it seemed just about [i]everyone[/i] could speak French! He shook his head slightly, and had the thought occurred to him, he would have pinched himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming. 

[color=cc6699]"Vous...vous êtes sa nièce?"[/color] Édouard asked, a bit stunned. He couldn't imagine Lyon doing anything beyond violence and killing. The thought that any sibling of Lyon lived to reproduced was shocking, and he blinked again, staring at Lyon, Sana, and then Lyon again for a good minute. [color=cc6699]"Je suis desolé pour mon apparence. Comment vous vous appelez? Je m'appelle Édouard, mais vous pouvez m'appelez Éd si vous voulez."[/color] His tone was slightly dazed, but unlike his previous comments, practically good natured. As Sana glanced at Édouard as she left with Ciel, so did Édouard stare at her in confusion, puzzled by her existence. 

He shrugged his shoulders slightly at Lyon's comment, still pondering exactly how Lyon had come to America, and then, how he managed to have a niece. The girl was stunning, but for once, that wasn't what his mind was pondering. [color=cc6699]"Je voudrais savoir votre histoire....s'il vous plaît."[/color]

[hider=Translations]Quoi? = What?
Vous...vous êtes sa nièce? = You...You're his niece? 
Je suis desolé pour mon apparence. Comment vous vous appelez? Je m'appelle Édouard, mais vous pouvez m'appelez Éd si vous voulez. = I am sorry for my appearance. What is your name? My name is Édouard, but you can call me Éd if you wish. 
Je voudrais savoir votre histoire....s'il vous plaît = I would like to know your history (story)...please.

**formal pronouns used in all sentences rather than the familiar**[/hider]