[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f69e7cf2a43d8d29a3bad72ae2d4ae0e/tumblr_inline_nuo447g8fk1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 1, Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]He nodded, nuzzling the top of Tatiana's head softly as she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. The entire world appeared to stay still for just a moment as he embraced her, ensuring that his Russian ballerina was safe in his arms. It was perhaps the best feeling he'd ever had.

[color=00ff00]"Damn,"[/color] Jack wheezed, once Tatiana hugged him practically to death as well. [color=00ff00]"Can't...breathe..."[/color] he squeaked out, only half joking. Tatiana wasn't anyone to underestimate, that much he knew. If they made it to their 50's, she'd probably be an expert at cracking backs with strength like that. As Tatiana released him, Jack chuckled slightly, before noticing the predicament of the pale little kid with rosy cheeks. 

[color=00ff00]"You alright, little guy?"[/color] Jack asked. [color=00ff00]"Tati'll take care of you. She's a supah stah like that."[/color] He beamed at Tatiana for a moment, before moving to get out of the way. He didn't want to get underfoot, especially in an infirmary of all places. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice[/color] and [color=ff6600]Chloe[/color][/h1][img]https://s27.postimg.org/zczbiynz7/www_GIFCreator_me_GQne_L7.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building 2, Mess Hall[/center][hr][hr]As Meg attempted to make the newcomers comfortable, Beatrice simply nodded in her direction. She liked James. He was strange, but funny at the same time. And in general, Beatrice wasn't much of a people person. A nod would do for interactions. 

[color=ff6600]"Yeah, I'm just...It's my sister, I've been looking for her,"[/color] Chloe admitted. [color=ff6600]"But it doesn't seem like she's here."[/color] She let her voice die abruptly, and thankfully, the Captain of the settlement appeared before long. She was afraid that if she spoke of the possibility of her sister's death, she might just lose it, without the healing effects of drugs to keep her from tears. 

Beatrice listened intently to Ashton's speech, making notes of the turns of phrase, and most importantly, the procedures. Everything was relatively standard, and the mention of swift and certain punishment only brought credibility to the former army captain. The events of earlier, with the explosion, had been a fluke--an unlucky incident. And Beatrice wasn't an idiot--settlements like this didn't turn up very much in these days. It had been three years since civilization crumbled. This looked like the last remaining piece of it. 

Chloe, however, listened to Ashton's procedures the same way she listened to the guards whenever they transferred her to a new prison. There was a near hollow look in her eyes, perhaps dead, even. The pain of not seeing her sister served to mask it slightly, but with the smallest infractions causing punishment, and execution being a possibility? She wouldn't be surprised if they killed her out of prejudice, or slapped a pair of cuffs on her and threw her in a cell.