[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/557ca03d6bc41a94f3f11bba8f92e39e/tumblr_inline_o69dklI9H41tjno01_500.gif[/img][hr][color=00ff00][b]Location[/b][/color]: Newnan Building F - Jack and Tatiana's Home ---> Newnan Building E - Apartment E2[/center][hr][hr]As Tatiana practically dashed out of bed, Jack rolled over in an attempt to catch her. His fingertips barely missed her as she barricaded herself in the bathroom, and Jack pouted ever so slightly. He had almost entirely forgotten about the superstition, and as he realized with dismay, he [i]was[/i] supposed to go sleep over at one of the guys' place the night before. But with a goofy grin, he couldn't entirely blame himself. Tatiana's company was just too distracting. 

[color=00ff00]"My bad!"[/color] Jack called out sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. [color=00ff00]"No last minute kiss?"[/color] He waited for a moment, but Tatiana was quite clear. He grinned a little more and rolled out of bed, stretching his neck as he did so. Meg would be over in a few minutes, and Jack hurried to get dressed. After all of the trouble she and Tati had gone to for that wedding dress, he didn't want to stand in the way of Tati getting ready. 

[color=00ff00]"I'll be the good lookin' one in the tux,"[/color] Jack called out, winking even though Tatiana couldn't see him. [color=00ff00]"Just so you don't mahry Ryan or someone by accident."[/color] He chuckled a bit, but figuring his teasing was likely enough, called out to Tatiana that he loved her as well. He then left their house, heading quickly over to Miss Sally's apartment. He figured that she'd still be there, and if she wasn't, she'd be in the Mess Hall. Neither destination was too far away. 

He grinned a bit as he saw the sun in the sky, feeling the winter chill start to recede slightly. It was going to be a damn fine day. He was getting married to the love of his life. His expression fell for a moment, however, as a morose thought ran through his mind. [i]If only Bazhooli could have been here.[/i]
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/82ea1b28edb3a34d74ec914197e6ef8c/tumblr_inline_n1lyzxGwtg1sauf7l.gif[/img][hr][color=#23D5B7][b]Location[/b][/color]: Franklin Addition Building C - Apartment C3 ---> Franklin Addition Building C - Apartment C2[/center][hr][hr]As Beatrice got ready for the day, she chuckled slightly at the abundance of snow outside. She had started heading south ages back in order to escape the perils of winter, and from what she could tell, Georgia decided to have other ideas. The snow truthfully wasn't all too bad--it had the added benefit of slowing down the dead. It also eliminated one of Beatrice's intense dislikes--broken air conditioning units. With the winter chill, there was no need for them. 

She finished getting dressed, taking her bandana and tying it around the hole in her jeans to get a bit of added warmth. She generally used it to pull back her hair, but having her hair down helped to keep her ears a little warmer. It worked out overall, but Beatrice wasn't fond of the snow either. She grew up on the hot streets of Justice, after all. Snow was practically foreign to her. Once she grabbed the things she needed for the day, Beatrice remembered with a grimace the main event. A wedding. While everyone in Newnan was excited for it, Beatrice felt mostly passive. Romance wasn't her thing. 

Leaving her apartment, she headed over to Riley's, housed in the same building. She doubted that James would have them go hunting that day, and while she figured that the Lead Trainer wouldn't have much for it, she felt obligated to check in either way. Knocking twice firmly on Riley's door, Beatrice then proceeded to wait for the rockstar to emerge. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/67b8293d571a6482cf1dfa308493139b/tumblr_mjicmxvEaG1qijnxzo2_250.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600][b]Location[/b][/color]: Newnan Building B - Chloe's Room ---> Newnan Building 1 - Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]As the first rays of light crept in through the window, Chloe reflected for a moment on her old sleeping habits. Growing up, she would wake up before the sun, in order to review her notes before heading off to school. She lived in a constant state of sleep deprivation back then. But once she finished with college, it became more common for Chloe to sleep until well into the afternoon, only to wake with a drug induced hangover. She had lived her life at extremes, and as she heard the front door close, Chloe smiled softly. 

She had heard her other roommate leave an hour ago. And as much as she resented the fact that she had been placed in reject housing, she couldn't help but grin a little more. She had the house to herself. [color=ff6600]"Fuck yes."[/color] Throwing off the covers, she peered out the window, seeing that the day already looked like it'd be getting warmer. The clothing issued to gen pop in the Metropolitan Detention Center wasn't designed with snow in mind. Slipping into her pants, boots, and t-shirt, Chloe hugged herself slightly as she put the flannel shirt on top. Rubbing her hands together, Chloe then crept downstairs, just in case Dick or Ryan had decided to return. 

Nope. She had the entire place to herself. As if to demonstrate the peace she found, Chloe spun in a circle, her arms out. The wedding was today, and she was [i]slightly[/i] worried that Ryan would try to make a move, yet again, at the reception. Her happy bubble burst at that, and she let out a sigh, reaching for a smoke in her pocket out of habit, only to find nothing. 

[color=ff6600]"Fuck me,"[/color] Chloe groaned. As much as Ryan joked about getting some pot for Dick, Chloe couldn't help but feel she'd appreciate the drug more. It had been ages since she'd gotten a proper high, and while she had been clean for years, the urge was still there, like an itch she wanted to scratch. Squeezing her hand into a fist, her fingernails cut into her skin slightly, as a subtle reminder to [i]not[/i] give Ashton or Froggy validation behind their lack of trust in her. 

The high wouldn't be worth it. She had worked too hard to get clean, and the last detox nearly killed her. Grumbling a bit to herself, she pulled her clothing around her a little more, and then headed out of the house. Froggy didn't allow her to be in the infirmary unsupervised, so she generally waited outside until he showed up to get to work. It was a pain in the ass and made her question why she was assigned to medical in the first place, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.