[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/4b4eed990e7c887d973034878bc6a921/tumblr_inline_nuo564yXpu1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]At first, Jack felt a little at unease. Judging by the serious expression on Bazhooli's face, he figured that the Russian wasn't too keen on being the Best Man of a stranger. He supposed that he could ask the happy looking doctor as well--or maybe the angsty military captain? The names were escaping him slightly, and he nodded slightly as Meg left, only to watch as a curious transformation undertook Bazhooli. 

And then, in the most manly of fashions, he found himself swept off his feet and wrapped into a gigantic bear hug, as Bazhooli wore an expression of utter joy and pure folly. His back went [i]pop pop pop[/i] as Bazhooli, again with great masculinity, thumped him during the hug. Of course, Jack was no stranger to [i]the bro hug.[/i] As a cop, they would embrace with great manliness all of the time, usually followed by a quiet exclamation of [i]no homo, bro[/i]. It was perhaps fortunate that that was one of the few R's Jack never dropped. Calling his brothers in the police force his [i]beau[/i] might have been a little awkward, and ruin the great macho-ness of the embrace. 

[color=00ff00]"That's wicked great!"[/color] Jack exclaimed, thumping Bazhooli back on the back during the embrace. His goofy grin showed no sign of vanishing, and as Bazhooli requested that Jack do the same for him one day, he nodded. [color=00ff00]"Damn straight I will,"[/color] Jack promised. 

As Bazhooli more or less set him down, Jack's eyes widened at those mythical words. [i]Bachelor party.[/i] He had only seen them in the movies, and he couldn't help but doubt it'd work in the apocalyptic world they lived in. Besides, this was all for Tatiana. He'd rather they spend the efforts throwing a party for her, showing her how much he treasured her, but also, how much he was certain everyone else in Newnan would come to. 

[color=00ff00]"You don't have to go to all of that trouble,"[/color] Jack said. [color=00ff00]"I mean, I doubt walkahs make good strippahs,"[/color] Jack joked, despite only seeing strippers through his work, as his division was sex crimes. The law generally didn't get too involved in rating the merits of those they arrested, as well as the clientele. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/829ce7155224f677187a58bd9ba1e11b/tumblr_inline_mw07zopIaR1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Field ---> The Infirmary (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr][color=cc6699]"Je n'ai pas de béguin pour elle!"[/color] Édouard half exclaimed, half pouted. His usual nastiness towards having to be sent off on yet [i]another[/i] errand was curiously absent, perhaps because he rejoiced slightly when he got to throw the shovel down. However, he didn't see why Lyon was insisting on holding his hand. Félix hadn't even been able to do that too much, and Édouard resented the elder Frenchman all the more for it. He wasn't a toddler--it was ridiculous that he, Édouard Gautier Riviere, had to be escorted around like an infant! 

However, as they returned to the infirmary, Édouard rolled his eyes. Hadn't he [i]just[/i] cleaned this place? Truthfully, he couldn't remember his way around Franklin all too well, merely not bothering to remember where was where. For all he knew, the room of death and decay Lyon had forced him to clean was located on the Moon, and they had taken a rocket ship when he wasn't looking.  

[i]Amélie?[/i] Édouard thought, noticing the redhead in the room. A bearded man was holding her hand, and Édouard rolled his eyes again. He supposed that perhaps she and Svetlana were parasites, though the Russian belle was curiously absent. Perhaps Amélie had murdered her, Édouard considered. The redhead would pay for...Well, he couldn't quite remember what, but he knew that she had something to answer for. 

Feeling someone grab his hand, Édouard huffed slightly, figuring that it was Lyon. But seeing that it was Sana, his eyes widened. He hadn't been paying much attention to what was going on, and he threw a look at Lyon, as if to once again declare that he didn't have a crush on the woman. However, he let her put his hand on the bloodied stump, and rather than walking away, he did put pressure on it. It wasn't out of any sort of moral obligation. It was more that he figured if the stumpy man died, Lyon would make him clean up the mess.

That sounded like a [i]lot[/i] of work--far too much effort for him. 

His ears winced slightly as he heard them switch back into English, and he let out an almost miserable sigh. It had been nice, those few moments when everyone made sense, and everyone spoke properly. But now, now it was back to the mangled mutt language of this inane country. Oh why, why did the world hate him so?

[hider=Translations]Je n'ai pas de béguin pour elle! = I don't have a crush on her![/hider]