[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=tomato]Richard Johnson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/a13848bb83aee82b39b4f60c5008cd42/tumblr_n0zvz4i5Qg1rjn473o5_250.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building 4: Repair Shop[/center][hr] Keeping focus on the ground made Richard nearly miss Ciel as the young boy waved at him as if Richard might bite his head off. Granted, if he was an adult, Richard probably would have but despite being dubbed “The Dick” of Newnan, he wasn’t a fucking animal to children. He gave him a quick, firm nod of acknowledgement before returning his gaze to the frozen ground. Last thing he wanted was to land ass first in the snow, fuck that shit. He nearly stumbled a few times but for the most part he was close enough to snow to stop himself from landing face first on the ground, at least for now. He got to the shop and made his way inside. He couldn’t see Beni about, one of the few people in this godforsaken place that Richard didn’t want to stab or hit. The dude was in a dark place, same as Richard was, and so they generally worked in disgruntled silence which was exactly what Richard liked about the man. He moved around the workshop and looked to see what was on the list of tasks for the day. Then he heard the door opening along with his least favourite voice in the fucking world. Without even turning to acknowledge him, Richard kept about his search as he felt Ryan stepping right up beside him. If it didn’t mean he’d get ejected from Newnan, Richard would happily clock Ryan right in the face at every given opportunity. The only thing that made Richard scowl in Ryan’s direction at all this morning was the word booze. [color=tomato]“Is that fuckin’ so? Not like I’ll see any o’ it since our glorious leader says I ain’t allowed shit.”[/color] He turned and leaned his rear against the edge of the desk and folded his arms across his chest as he glowered at Ryan when he asked about Chloe. [color=tomato]“Yeah, saw her this morn when she crawled outta my bed in nothin’ but her panties same as every fuckin’ day…”[/color] He rolled his eyes and rubbed his face with his hands before folding them again and staring at Ryan blankly. [color=tomato]“Nah, ain’t seen her. Why?”[/color] He cast his eyes over Ryan’s face and frowned deeper than before. He didn’t much like how Ryan was with Chloe but it wasn’t exactly his place to say shit. Doesn’t mean he can’t judge it like fuck though. [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/41af39ae956a109eb43fcbe1b0d593eb/tumblr_inline_nxghaiIhPE1sh6kg8_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building H: Kitchen --> Bedroom > Gilbert Street > LaGrange Street heading towards Main Entrance: Southern Gate[/center][hr] Bryn had to stop herself from smirking more as she listened to Sana’s mini-not-quite-a-rant-but-a-rant and simply nodded in agreement with her words. Her brow knitted slightly in the middle and the corners of her mouth kept threatening to turn upwards again as she forced on a serious face as if the matter was of the utmost importance. When Sana blasted herself with water though, Bryn let out the most unladylike snort of laughter before biting down on her bottom lip, not wanting to poke the wildcat that was her friend. She appreciated Sana looking at the card and giving it her approval, she knew that Tatiana wasn’t her favourite person in the world. Bryn’s face cracked into an understanding grimace as she shrugged at Sana’s question. [color=peru]“I think the best we’ll get is a week of peace from the rainbows and butterflies while they destroy each other behind closed doors.”[/color] Bryn didn’t have anything against either of them, but sometimes they were just a lot to handle. Like too much sugar in coffee, it’s not bad it’s just too much to cope with it every day. When Sana threw her boots out onto the porch, Bryn knew the conversation was over and she waved her hand idly as Sana mentioned the showers. Bryn was due for checking in with Jim to see if there was any work needing done on the walls. She knew he’d report it but no harm in checking if he needed or even wanted anything done/made for the walls while she had the time. There wasn’t much hunting to be done when the snow was so thick and the temperatures so low, maybe later but today wasn’t a day for it, especially not with the wedding. Jogging back up the stairs and into her room, Bryn pulled her sleeping clothes off and braced herself against the chill in the room. She quite liked the cold, it was refreshing but she liked it even more so when she knew she could escape it. She pulled on her outfit of choice; Black vest top, black woollen jumper/sweater, black combat trousers, black knee high lace up boots, black leather gloves (missing the fingertips) and a black leather jacket. She knew she’d be warm in this but her fingertips would be cursing her, good job she had pockets for them to live in while she was walking about outside. She still kind of felt naked without her bat in her hands, it was getting a little less weird each day but that thought scared her more than not having her bat. Reaching under her pillow she grabbed out Bridgette’s seax and strapped it to her belt. She smiled as she looked at it and then she glanced up to the shield that she had propped against the wall on top of a chest of drawers, Astrid’s shield. She still missed her Valkyries but she knew they had died the way they lived and were watching her from Valhalla watching her as she fumbled over her life each day. Sighing quietly to herself she left her room and yelled out to Sana and bid her goodbye before heading out into the snow. She made her way down towards the main gates where Jim was usually stationed and if he wasn’t there she’d find someone that knew where he was. She quite looked forward to the chance to build something with her two hands, she missed it. Her hands flicked the collar of her jacket up to protect her neck and she dug her hands into her pockets and buried her face into her collar as she walked carefully through the snow. She’d need to see if she could get a scarf from Ms. Sally today – the wind was unforgiving this morning. She slipped in through the small entrance by her and Sana’s place and walked down towards Gilbert Street. She took in the amazing smells that were wafting up from down the road. James, the only one that could make Bryn’s face contort in complete joy – no, not like that – and her mouth began to water like crazy. She’d need to visit her buddy and see if she could steal a preview bite of the food for the impending festivities before everyone else. She continued smelling the air like a dog as she turned the corner onto Gilbert and headed for Lagrange. [hr][center][h1][b][i][color=Khaki]Dr. Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTgzNjA1MjY2M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMjgzOTk0._V1_UX214_CR0,0,214,317_AL_.jpg[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Building 1: Victor's Quarters --> Infirmary[/center][hr] The familiar and gentle knock on his door followed by Neisha’s voice brought Victor out of his memories and he smiled a little. It was strange to think that when Neisha had first entered this community that Victor would gladly have seen her sent back out into the vicious world without a second thought. Nowadays he considered the young woman his friend, something he never imagined possible. If only Zoie could see them now, she’d be pleased that he hadn’t been his usual critical self and accepted the help of someone whom he wanted to avoid so badly. He was pleased with not only his own growth, but the growth of Neisha, who had learned to ask without the assumption that the person she was asking was automatically going to be incorrect. In fact, Victor had grown to appreciate Neisha’s questioning as it kept his mind sharp – he wasn’t a spry young chicken anymore. Standing up from his seat, Victor made his way to the door and opened it, smiling at Neisha as he did so. [color=khaki]“Ah, good morning Neisha. Did you receive my message? Our young patient is okay for now but I am worried that a sinus infection has developed from her simple cold. It’s not common at all. Would you be so kind as to help with observation over the next day or so?”[/color] He exited his room and motioned for Neisha to follow him, locking the door to his quarters behind him, he led her to the infirmary around the corner and quietly opened the door to head inside. He made his way close by to the bottom of Anna’s bed but not close enough to wake her with his hushed voice as he spoke to Neisha. [color=khaki]“I am slightly worried that this may be a more aggressive viral infection that I am unfamiliar with and not simple sinusitis. I am not a paediatrician so am not 100% certain on how this would affect a young child. She has minor swelling of the area around her eyes, her cough seems to be constant as if something is forever irritating her throat and when she speaks you can hear the blockage in her nasal cavities. A second opinion would be appreciated once young Anna awakens.”[/color] He glanced over to the young girl as she let out another cough in her sleep. His face softened in worry and he let out a slight sigh. [color=khaki]“Do you think you could make something to help her throat at the very least? Poor child is so tired…”[/color] Victor glanced to Neisha again and then focused his concern on her for a moment. [color=khaki]”Speaking of tired, how are you feeling? Still not getting a full night’s sleep yourself?”[/color] He didn’t want to force Neisha to speak to him on a psychological level but he wasn’t going to stop sowing the seeds into her mind when he could. He not only needed Neisha at 100% but he wanted her to be well too. If she was not comfortable speaking to him, he could perhaps suggest she speak to Tati. The loss of Sophia had hit Neisha hard and Victor just wanted to make sure she was alright.[hr]