[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]https://m.popkey.co/537350/9Mopg.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)[/center][hr][hr][i]Would they be performing together?[/i] Jack pondered, imagining what he could possibly perform. He remembered one of his favorite songs, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. Oh yes, there was [i]something[/i] that he could do, with his amazing skills....

[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1yWsj9rNwQ[/youtube][/center]
On the other hand, maybe it wasn't the best idea...

[color=00ff00]"Up to Bazhooli,"[/color] Jack replied simply, keeping the small fantasy to himself. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]https://67.media.tumblr.com/fd1e3730aba5ae27b5f7ba28cb8f7732/tumblr_n95n4qH0Jk1r850iso1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Infirmary (Franklin)[/center][hr][hr][i]Tentatrice, allumeuse, aguicheuse, séductrice! [/i]As Sana placed her hand on Édouard's shoulder, he finally realized what was going on. It was a classic trick--he was certain of it, despite never having heard of it before. Lyon would beat him down and make him grovel at Sana's feet for forgiveness. He would break him and she would put him back together. Standing up a little straighter, Édouard made a silent vow not to fall prey to Sana's womanly wiles. She was extraordinarily beautiful...[i]C'est un piége![/i]

However, he didn't protest as she moved his hand around, continuing to push pressure on Ray's stump. He couldn't care less about Ray's life, to be truthful. Who was Ray to him? If Ray died, the world wouldn't be the least bit different for Édouard. In fact, it might have been better. He wouldn't have to be holding a stump, and there'd be more rations for the rest of them. It'd also keep him safe from Sana's wanton behavior, and the cruel plot of that bastard Lyon! 

[color=cc6699]"Mai si,"[/color] Édouard protested, refusing to look Sana in the eyes. [i]Elle est sorcière.[/i] He didn't dare fall under any sort of spell that Lyon had encouraged her to cast on him. Perhaps she was the omen of doom and destruction. Of course, Édouard didn't remember that from the stories he had been frightened with as a kid...but it didn't matter. He had already decided on what was true. Facts didn't matter much at that point. [color=cc6699]"Si je vais mourir, fais rien."[/color]

Did he mean that? Of course not. He would want to cling to life. But, he didn't dare allow Sana to enchant him any further. He had figured out Lyon's cruel plot. It all made sense--there was no other reason for her to keep touching his shoulder!

[hider=Translations]Tentatrice, allumeuse, aguicheuse, séductrice = [i]"Temptress" synonyms[/i]
C'est un piége! = It's a trap!
Elle est sorcière. = She's a witch.
Si je vais mourir, fais rien. = If I'm dying, do nothing.
[/hider][hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc66ff]Tryke Lockley[/color][/h1][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/53915207/tumblr_m8ysqyG0Y61rt2432_large.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: the Woods[/center][hr][hr]Tryke rolled her eyes. She couldn't help it. There were thousands of engineers in the world, that was true--but none of them had her skill. It was a vain notion, but Tryke had a natural talent for machines, any sort of repair work, and any sort of design. Her parents had joked with her that if she [i]had[/i] been born into the universe of sci-fi, she would have bested Scottie in Star Trek. For her nerdy parents, it was about the highest praise they ever gave to their dear Trillium Brite. 

[i]Whoever you've got, I'm better[/i], Tryke had to stop herself from saying. She had to not be her obnoxious and arrogant self, just as long as she was still dangling by her ankle in the tree. Her vanity couldn't condemn her to death--she wasn't stupid. But it seemed her self restraint had been for nothing. The blonde woman turned her horse around and started to leave. Like a character on the office, Tryke made her best [i]are you fucking kidding me[/i] face, entirely without thinking about it. 

[color=cc66ff]"Proms aren't my thing,"[/color] Tryke replied, a bit surprised that the woman turned back around. However, since the other two hadn't left, it wasn't [i]that[/i] much of a shock. [color=cc66ff]"Girls are though,"[/color] she finished up with a shrug. She couldn't help but smirk slightly, but once Bridgette said that they [i]would[/i] cut her down, her eyes lit up with pure joy. Finally, the world decided to stop fucking her over! 

[color=cc66ff]"Perfecto,"[/color] Tryke agreed, her stomach dropping slightly as she was both cut down, and unceremoniously plopped down onto the horse. It wasn't the most pleasant experience she had ever had--but it beat being walker bait for much longer. [color=cc66ff]"I've got my bike, not leaving her behind,"[/color] Tryke explained, picking herself up, as she walked a few paces and carefully uncovered her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/fd/d4/66fdd417901a0eb26bd199a8b1b3552b.jpg]bike[/url] and other supplies from her hiding spot. 

[color=cc66ff]"You know what? I don't have any shit better to do. And if your other engineer is a mechie, that'd be cool to talk with them,"[/color] Tryke said, righting her bike. [color=cc66ff]"Mind if I tag along? Not into prom, but other shit is cool."[/color]