[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/4b30e078222f9737471af7a290f1d0fe/tumblr_inline_nuo556eCM01qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location:  Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]As the door of the Rec Center shut behind him, Jack felt like he was in a different world. It was as if he had walked in on a sacred ceremony, a dress rehearsal, a collection of high school theater nerds. The death and decay had been banished, practically, replaced with gleaming bowling pins and the soft aroma of well done deer meat. And Tatiana, Tatiana continued to take his breath away. If he could only live in this single moment, for the rest of his life, he would have never been more happy. 

[color=00ff00]"Sweet enough to rot yah teeth,"[/color] Jack quipped, grinning at his solovey. As she took a plate for herself, and one for Bazhooli, Jack set the other plates off to side, except for his own. [color=00ff00]"There's more dinnah over here, if anyone's hungry."[/color] He nodded towards Meg, shaking her hand with his free one, smiling at the woman. She seemed to be nice--but so did most everyone here in Newnan. [color=00ff00]"Name's Jack."[/color]

[color=00ff00]"You doing magic tricks?"[/color] Jack asked. [color=00ff00]"The only trick I evah learned was how to make my bank account balance disappeah."[/color] He noticed Tatiana's apprehension, but he was incredibly grateful that she seemed to be getting along with the Russian man. Bazhooli was a good friend for her, as far as Jack could tell. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/71356528ee5e9437c876596d812544c6/tumblr_inline_mw083pvzRV1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Following Lyon[/center][hr][hr]Édouard took in the information, thinking it over carefully. Well, he [i]supposed[/i] Lyon had been telling the truth. It wouldn't have been unlike Alisanne to lie to him and torment him--it was pretty much the entirety of his relationship with his eldest sister. No one ever really stood up to her, not even Darcey. He frowned, mulling it over. It was almost painful to watch him think, but eventually, his mind darted off in a decidedly different direction. 

Sana, Édouard deduced, must have been a somebody. Lyon wouldn't waste his time with a nobody, and for a moment, Édouard dreamt of reestablishing the Riviere empire, with Sana at his side. He'd be the beautiful face of the administration, allowing her to do the dirty work. He had to stop himself from letting out a happy sigh at the fantasy, as Lyon continued to walk, and Édouard quickly followed after him. The explanation of Lyon's was too neat, too tidy...He couldn't help but have a gut instinct against it. 

After all, what sort of [i]mobster[/i] would be a [i]guidance counselor[/i] to rich kids? He scoffed at the idea. While in his hotel room, before his trip to America had become a disaster, he learned about what Americans called those who looked after rich kids. They wore suits and were called Moseby, and assisted in driving instruction. Félix had translated most of the dialogue for him, and by the time they were done, he felt well versed in American culture. 

But Lyon, Édouard was certain, was no Mr. Moseby. 

[color=cc6699]"C'est un travail très stupide,"[/color] Édouard remarked. [color=cc6699]"Qui se sent concerné par l'état d'esprit?"[/color] He shook his head slightly. [color=cc6699]"J'était le meilleur de mes sœurs et moi. L'état d'esprit n'importe pas."[/color]

[hider=Translations]C'est un travail très stupide = That's a stupid job.
Qui se sent concerné par l'état d'esprit? = Who cares about attitude?
J'était le meilleur de mes sœurs et moi. L'état d'esprit n'importe pas. = I was the best out of my sisters and me. Attitude doesn't matter.[/hider]