[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/eb5917b2bdc69cb765d68d0d9d52774f/tumblr_inline_nuo5quGJ7z1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr]It took Jack just a second to figure out who Bazhooli was talking about. Bridgette, the Viking chick he had helped with the wall. Remembering her final comments, Jack grimaced slightly. That probably [i]wouldn't[/i] be the best idea. And the thought of bribing girls to strip for them hardly made him comfortable. [color=00ff00]"Let's not have any strippahs, maybe,"[/color] Jack suggested. They didn't need strippers to have a good time, after all. 

He tossed Bazhooli pins as he asked for them, and as the door opened and Tatiana walked inside, he couldn't help but beam again. There she was, perfectly fine, and looking more and more adjusted to life in Newnan with each minute that passed. From what Jack could tell, she'd made friends with the other girls, and he nodded at everyone who entered the Rec Center, but it was clear who he was looking at. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/a85fe0ff465c77c01cf380186d983f56/tumblr_inline_mw088w0d7A1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Infirmary (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr]Confused. That was one word to describe Édouard at the moment. Despite all of Lyon's teasings, here Sana was, giving him careful instructions in French and moving his hand around. It wasn't as if he wasn't able to respond--he was able to do things, despite popular belief. Breathing was something he excelled at, for example. And there had been some sword injuries in Cyprus, it hadn't seemed to difficult to him to put pressure on a wound. 

But that wasn't the source of his confusion. No, he felt confused when Sana put her hand on his shoulder, when she gave him a smile, and told him thank you. What was [i]that[/i] all about? However, his thinking was cut short by Ray's groans of pain. Édouard rolled his eyes, tempted to kick the injured man, for interrupting his thoughts. [color=cc6699]"Tais-toi!"[/color] Édouard snapped. 

What did it all mean? He kept thinking over that as some left the infirmary, off to do some task that he couldn't care less about. He noticed that Ray was losing blood, and he figured the man was likely to die. He remembered hearing once that organ harvesting could be done when people died--perhaps they'd make Ray's kidney into stew? It was a disgusting thought, but Americans did rather strange things. And it wasn't as if Édouard bothered to properly understand them. 

[color=cc6699]"Il va mourir,"[/color] Édouard said plainly, still doing as Sana asked him to. [color=cc6699]"C'est inutile."[/color]

[hider=Translations]Tais-toi! = Shut up!
Il va mourir. = He's going to die.
C'est inutile. = This is useless.[/hider]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc66ff]Tryke Lockley[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/69417460071c00546f3b71cd219de7b2/tumblr_mwsew67Q8n1rbekqyo1_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Woods[/center][hr][hr]As Tryke dangled like a piñata, an appetizing snack for the next group of walkers to come near, she tried her best to practice the noble virtue of [i]patience[/i]. If there was anything the young engineer wanted to do, it was the struggle and attempt to get free from the trap, but it would have been a fatal effort. It would only call more walkers over, ensuring her death. This wasn't the way she expected to go. She thought, back before the world had decided to show her how fucked up it could really get, that she'd die because of her asshole boss. He was a real piece of shit, and likely would've insisted on her doing something that would get her killed.

But here she was, dangling from her ankle. [color=cc66ff]"Fuck me,"[/color] Tryke groaned, able to spot where she had stashed her meager supplies, her bat on the ground. She had gone off the main road in order to camp, as well as make some minor repairs to her bike. It was in fairly good condition, but she wanted it to be even better. And of course, just when it looked like she was catching a break, karma decided to bite her in the ass. 

Still, she wasn't too bad at climbing. Eyeing the branches of the trees, Tryke let herself swing more. If she got enough momentum, she figured, she'd be able to catch the branch and haul herself up. And if the rope or the branch snapped, maybe she'd be lucky and crack her skull open. Tryke and the world were having a bit of a hate-hate relationship lately, anyways. 

[color=cc66ff]"Please don't be cannibals,"[/color] Tryke muttered under her breath. [color=cc66ff]"Please don't be fucking cannibals."[/color] Entering the woods, she saw three people, in perhaps the oddest grouping ever. It looked like something a fantasy-apocalypse nerd would have come up with, the very people Tryke spent her time working with, before [i]this[/i] happened. The girls looked like they stepped out of a Viking convention, contrasting with the dark skinned man with the gun. 

And of course, one of them was holding [i]a fucking axe.[/i] Tryke shut her eyes tightly, hoping that when she opened them, this all would be a dream, and she'd be back in the "garage" with Tristan breathing down her neck constantly. But when she opened her eyes, the Vikings and their friend still were there. She tried not to scoff at the notion of [i]yoga bullshit[/i], trying her best to keep her temper. At least they didn't [i]seem[/i] to be cannibals. 

[color=cc66ff]"Yes, yes, I need help,"[/color] Tryke said, trying her best not to get angry. She had always been a bit short fused, but truthfully, getting cut down before any walkers came was a good enough reason to keep her temper in check. Besides, she didn't feel like being shot [i]or[/i] chopped into pieces with an axe. However, as she heard one of the women say they wouldn't cut her down yet, she felt her temper flare a bit. [color=cc66ff]"I'm an engineer, I can fix your shit if you cut me down?"[/color] she bargained, thinking that perhaps they'd need a service performed for the favor.