[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/2628ac36ca98d8e8df961ef11cd5d8a6/tumblr_inline_nuo508Foj81qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr][color=00ff00]"You're just sayin' that,"[/color] Jack chuckled, kissing the top of Tatiana's head, as she rested it on his shoulder. He couldn't help but hope that his shoulder wasn't too bony. One of his old girlfriends had complained about that, but it was before he had put on some muscle due to his police work. He toyed with the idea of carrying around a pillow in case his shoulder [i]was[/i] incredibly uncomfortable, that way Tatiana wouldn't have to deal with an uncomfortable resting spot. 

He spotted the ring on her finger as she curled her hand, and his grin widened once a more, remembering that [i]yeah, that happened.[/i] It was a goofish pride to him, knowing that he wouldn't die alone, that he would be able to enjoy some fashion of married bliss, even with the world gone to shit with walkers and people destroying everything he held dear. Tatiana seemed untouchable to him, invincible even, protected from the horrors of reality. And she was a damn good Monopoly player. What more could he want? 

Jack was, of course, slightly curious as Tatiana and Meg stepped off to the side, having what appeared to be a private conversation. It reminded him of an old high school debate he and a friend had--it was over what exactly girls talked about when no guys were around. He couldn't imagine Tatiana discussing the dirty topics they had suggested back in high school, but as he glanced at Bazhooli, he realized there was a conversation of his own he could ask. 

He was getting married. And from all of the chick flicks Jack had seen, he knew that he'd have to have a best man. He wanted to make the wedding as close to perfection as he could get it, even if the guests had to be armed, just in case walkers came in. There was a mental image he had of an entirely fortified church, with the priest dressed from head to toe in camouflage print. Glancing at Bazhooli, he wondered partially how to ask a stranger to be his best man, with the only reason in Jack's mind for it being that Tatiana seemed comfortable with the man. 

[color=00ff00]"Wanna be my best man?"[/color] Jack asked, his voice low enough so Tatiana and Meg couldn't hear, but that Bazhooli could. There was no foreplay to the question, he just sort of blurted it and hoped for the best. Jack didn't even consider the fact that the question likely made no sense. Not too many weddings happened during the end of the world. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/468da4274ad6f1dd69a0602b017d80c6/tumblr_inline_mw08607gl11s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Field[/center][hr][hr][color=cc6699]"Penser à quoi?"[/color] Édouard asked, playing dumb. It wasn't exactly hard for him to pretend to be stupid, as that was, broadly speaking, his talent. As Lyon hinted that he was talking about Sana, Édouard forced a laugh. Anything he could do to create the impression that he thought of Sana as being lower than a dog in social standing, he would have done. [color=cc6699]"Moi? Tu penses que j'ai le béguin pour elle? C'est fou. Mon cœur est à la mer."[/color] Pausing in his digging, he pulled down his left shirt sleeve, revealing [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/bb/d4/ae/bbd4ae15495a2c72840f7e4fd82d08e7.jpg]a ship tattoo[/url]. Although it wasn't his first tattoo, it was by far his favorite one. If he had bothered with a will, he would have asked to be put to rest at sea. 

Shrugging a bit, Édouard pulled his shirt sleeve back up, and grabbed the shovel once more. He continued on with his work, whistling to himself a sailing tune he had learned in Cyprus. The tropical island had been a welcome change from his dreary home in Grenoble, with the exquisite halls void of any life or feeling. His family might have been distant and cold, but Édouard had always had his head in the clouds, searching for some grand quest or adventure. 

[color=cc6699]"Peter Pan?"[/color] Édouard mused for a moment, a smile playing on his lips. [color=cc6699]"Je préférais le Capitaine Crochet."[/color] Though, he paused in his work as he considered Lyon's question. Félix came to mind first. He could hardly remember the expression of his bodyguard/boyfriend's face, as he abandoned him to the living dead. There had been others, he was sure, that had died because of him. He never paid much attention to it, but sometimes, people near him would vanish. Félix or Angelo, one of them, would tell him not to worry about it. They had taken care of something. 

But Édouard mused that those deaths would have happened no matter where he went. Félix was the only one that had been a direct result of his actions, but it hardly moved him. He shrugged at Lyon's question, figuring that if he lied, he'd be beaten, and if he told the truth, he'd be beaten. And besides, he had hardly been playing. He was [i]finding himself.[/i] There had been more meaning on board a ship than he had ever found in his home, in his studies, or in his family. 

[color=cc6699]"Félix est mort,"[/color] Édouard answered. [color=cc6699]"J'adore faire de la voile,"[/color] he mused. 

[hider=Translations]Penser à quoi? = Thinking of what?
"Moi? Tu penses que j'ai le béguin pour elle? C'est fou. Mon cœur est à la mer. = Me? You think that I have a crush on her? That's crazy. My heart belongs to the sea.
Je préférais le Capitaine Crochet = I preferred Captain Hook. 
Félix est mort. = Felix died.
J'adore faire de la voile = I love sailing.[/hider]