[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/db78b79c277f09d315efef3a5ccc3f45/tumblr_n22prrEizu1qhc28no2_r1_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building B, Inside his room > Walking down Lagrange Street heading towards Building 4: Repair Shop[/center][hr]	The sunlight that so rudely streamed in through the window caused Richard’s face to screw up in an even more unpleasant manner than it normally sat. He blinked rapidly as his eyes scrunched up to keep the brightness out of his vision. [color=tomato]“Stupid mother fuckin’ sunlight… ain’t it supposed to be fuckin’ winter or some shit…”[/color] He grumbled under his breath as he yanked the quilt over his head to hide from it and stretched his muscles out all at once, his back arching like his best pal Schrodinger’s did. 

	After five minutes of pretending that the daylight didn’t exist, Richard growled quietly as he threw the blankets from himself and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet thumping onto the floor. He rubbed his face, his knuckles digging into his sockets as he forced the dried sleep from their corners and he let out a satisfying yawn as he sat there, willing himself to get up for another day that meant nothing to him.

	He looked around his room and his jaw tightened, this house always had him waking up with a bad taste in his mouth. Zoie had lived here and Dick still hadn’t gotten over her death. Yeah, he’d only known her a short time but she had slipped into his life in a way that he never thought was possible for anyone to do. She made him feel something for someone other than himself. He slapped the left temple of his head with the heel of his hand, as if it would make the memories and feelings go away, but as usual it did nothing. He took a deep breath and calmed the shaking that began to take over his hands as he sat there. A combination of his sadness, anger and the cold that was seeping into him as he sat half naked on the bed.

	Richard pulled himself up and onto his feet and quickly went about getting himself dressed in his usual mess of clothing – slate grey denim jeans, stained white t-shirt, navy blue plaid shirt with long sleeves, black hoodie, leather vest with his biker patches on it, thick grey boot socks, black studded biker boots. He then grabbed the black fleece material jacket that had been assigned to him for working in the repair shop in the colder weather that had unfortunately slipped in. He didn’t much care for trying to get a shower with the weather being what it was – besides he was just going to get covered in grease and oil today anyway.

	He left his room and walked downstairs, making a b-line for the front door. He was feeling a little on edge today, he could [i]really[/i] do with a smoke and a drink but Lord “Captain” of Newnan had made sure that he was on a strict ban from the distillery much to Richard’s dismay. [color=tomato]“Fuckin’ asshole…”[/color] He grumbled the insult to himself, mostly to make himself feel better, before opening the door and heading out into the mess of snow and ice. He carefully made his way down Lagrange Street and made his way towards his duties in the town as were dictated by his “best friend” Ash-hole. God he’d love to smack that guy in the face… This thought was what Dick used to keep himself warm on the walk to the shop.

[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/efa5c6339364b250741b5bb99865fdb8/tumblr_inline_nxghzyEvqa1sh6kg8_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building H: Her room > Kitchen[/center][hr]	Peace and quiet, exactly what Bryn loved. It was a good start to a cold morning and Bryn was feeling relaxed for a change. It had been a long time since she had arrived in Newnan and, although she had lost so many close friends since she had arrived her, Bryn was in a relatively good place these days. Sure, she still loved to keep herself to herself for the most part but she had formed new friendships and found good people to trust. She tried to focus on the positives, like Froggy had told her to do, and kept the negativity at bay as much as she could when she was within the walls of Newnan.

	It was short lived when she heard the screaming voice of Sana bellowed up from downstairs in the kitchen. She snorted and a small smile crept across her features as she looked to the desk in her room. It was covered in tea bags, puddles of tea, scissors, pens, a glue stick, pieces of paper and a black piece of card. The black piece of card was folded like a greeting card would be and was laid open on the desk, inside of the card pressed against the surface of the desk. There was a small square of what looked to be golden brown paper on one side in a central position.

	Bryn walked quickly towards the desk and grabbed the [url=https://rlv.zcache.co.uk/congratulations_on_wedding_card-r0fb250d4c8ec4c28bb0010720c5875d0_xvuat_8byvr_324.jpg]card[/url], admiring her handiwork. She didn’t really know Tatiana and Jack all that well but they were both pleasant people and the town was in a happier place thanks to their big day. Well, for the most part anyway. She scowled as she thought of Dick and rolled her eyes before bringing herself back to her comfortable place. She admired her artwork and looked at the message inside; “May your luck and happiness grow. – Bryn.” For her, this was a massive thing, she never really spoke to either of them but as it was their day she wanted to do something nice for them. In her own way.

	Running downstairs, Bryn saw Sana in the kitchen looking like she’d slept in the stables again and she smirked. [color=peru]“I needed teabags for this.”[/color] She held the card up and shrugged her shoulders whilst keeping the amused expression on her face. [color=peru]“Besides, I thought you liked tea, what’s the problem?”[/color] She knew full well what the problem was, she made tea in the coffee maker [i]last night[/i] and hadn’t cleaned it out.
[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=Khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqu964NXrE4/UBcAJMUmtAI/AAAAAAAAOcw/pQUlETtUUw8/s400/Jean+Reno01.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building 1: His Quarters > Shower Room > His Quarters[/center][hr]	It had been an early morning for Victor as one of the younger girls, Anna, had been brought into the infirmary with a particularly violent cough. She’d had a pretty bad cold and it seemed to have developed into a sinus infection. He did what he could to help the young girl by ensuring she had the right antibiotics to clear the infection and had also given her something to ease the pain in her throat from all the coughing. She was sleeping now, the odd cough escaping her as she rested but Victor wanted to keep an eye on her so was going to keep her in the infirmary for a day or so to make sure it wasn’t anything else.

	He grabbed one of the young men that helped to pass messages around the town for him to head over to Neisha’s place and let her know of their new patient’s arrival prior to her coming into the infirmary that morning. He didn’t want Neisha to worry unduly, she knew how protective she was of the younger members of Newnan when it came to their health. Neisha would also be able to do something better than he would at creating a non-medicinal way to ease the pain in young Anna’s throat. Satisfied that things would be in hand, Victor made his way to the shower rooms in Building 1.

	Today was a big day and Victor was more excited than a kid on Christmas Eve at 11:59pm. He wanted to try and look his best when watching two of his dearest friends tie the knot. Hell, they were pretty much like his children and he couldn’t be prouder of them making this commitment to each other in this world such as it was. He moved as quickly as his aging bones would allow, washing and scrubbing everywhere. He even shaved! Not something he did very often as he didn’t want to waste the luxury resources that some others would enjoy more than himself but today was different – today he would watch Jack and Tatiana become a single unit together. They deserved him looking his best.

	When he was done he made his way back to his quarters and sat by his desk. He looked at the wrapped present that was covered in the metallic silver wrapping paper that he had requested from Bryn on one of her last runs. Granted he had only asked for simple wrapping paper, no preference on what it looked like so long as it was clean enough, but Bryn had surprised him with the perfect wrapping paper for the wedding gift he wanted to bestow upon his children. For Tatiana, a book of Rorschach art that was missing a few pages but was overall in good condition and for Jack, a book on American History even though he was sure the young man knew it all but Victor liked to think he’ll learn something new. He had written an inscription to each of them on the inside covers and signed it in his own hand – legible too, not like his doctor notes he scribbles down.

	He smiled to himself, both happily and sadly, as he thought about the last eight months. Things had changed, mostly for the better, but he still felt the loss of those that were no longer here. He did his best not to dwell on it, but sometimes he just needed these quiet little moments to pay his respects and keep his memories of his lost friends alive. It was all that was left of them in this world after all, people’s memories of them.[hr]