[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/b1011160961d3c2ec7952cf46729f980/tumblr_inline_nuo4gi0XE61qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2 (the Mess Hall) ---> Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]Jack eyed the biker as he came in, not certain whether the biker was new to Newnan as well, or if he was a regular. He chuckled to himself at his own joke--he was a New-Newnanite. Or perhaps the others were Oldanites? He turned to tell his thought to Tatiana, only to once again be forcefully reminded that she was off in the Rec Center. Spotting Miss Sally, though, he grinned and waved at her as he walked over. 

[color=00ff00]"The wall's looking wicked fine,"[/color] Jack told her, grabbing plates of food for the performers. [color=00ff00]"The blonde....Bridgette...she went off to go help with something I think, figured I'd see what else I can do."[/color] Nodding a word of thanks for the plates of food, Jack carried them out of the Mess Hall, pausing for a moment as he remembered how to get to the Rec Center. Quickly reorienting himself, he hurried along through the streets of Newnan, until he found the recognizable building. 

Pushing the door open with his back, he grinned his classic goofy Jack grin. [color=00ff00]"Dinnah!"[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dac3d45785dd13c1f1b08187137bee1f/tumblr_inline_mw07yyQjKH1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Following Lyon[/center][hr][hr]Édouard practically ignored the old man who ran up to them. He never liked the look of old people, part of the reason he was quite happy his uncle died young. The sagging skin, the wrinkled creases, the angered pores--it all served to nauseate him. Almost like Peter Pan, he had vowed to never grow old, and the fact that a walking relic had survived to this point confused and offended the Frenchman. It was as if he learned that the most vile creature on the planet had outlived the most saintly, and the irony of that thought was entirely lost on him. 

[color=cc6699]"Ah, bon!"[/color] Édouard exclaimed, feeling entirely relieved that the pretty girl wasn't related to Lyon. He hadn't seen Svetlana in a few hours, and already, his heart had started to move on. He was a fickle person, constantly moving from one thing to the next. But having heard that Sana wasn't related to Lyon, Édouard didn't feel like he had too many questions to ask. His worldview had been restored, everything was right.

Except...

[color=cc6699]"Pourqoui est-ce que vous n'avez pas me tué?"[/color] Édouard asked bluntly. [color=cc6699]"Vous êtes le boucher des enfants, pas leur oncle!"[/color] He paused for a moment, before considering that perhaps Alisanne had orchestrated all of this, and that nothing was real. It was a long scheme, but not one he would have put past her. But he shook off the idea quickly--his sisters had better things to do than torment him from France. 

[color=cc6699]"Pourquoi est-ce que vous êtes comme ça?"[/color]

[hider=Translations]Ah, bon! = Oh, good!
Pourqoui est-ce que vous n'avez pas me tué? = Why haven't you killed me?
Vous êtes le boucher des enfants, pas leur oncle! = You're the butcher of children, not their uncle!
Pourquoi est-ce que vous êtes comme ça? = Why are you like this?[/hider]