[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 E - Apartment E2[/center][hr][hr]Jack nodded at Miss Sally and grabbed his tuxedo, smiling at her before heading into the bathroom. He slipped inside shortly after Tiffany and Sana arrived, throwing a brief wave at them as he did. Entering the bathroom, Jack closed the door, and quickly stripped. He had never been one to wear tuxes before. The last time he could think of would have been his high school prom, and that was back in the nineties. Putting on the tux carefully, Jack paused for a moment with the tie, straining his memory as to how to do one. 

Shrugging a bit, Jack carefully put it around his neck. He paused for a moment, before brightening into a grin. His mother had taught him a little song to remember, and a moment later, it came to him. [color=00ff00]"Once around the tree, the fox chased the rabbit...Twice around the tree the little rabbit fled with the quick gray fox close behind."[/color] He wrapped the tie ends around each other twice, and then pushed the blade of the tie under the neck loop. Tapping his foot, Jack struggled to remember the next line. 

[color=00ff00]"Shoot...Right. With a giant leap, the little rabbit cleahed the top of a big round log,"[/color] Jack continued, and then pulled down on the blade, finishing up with his tie. Glancing in the mirror at Miss Sally's, he adjusted the tie as best as he could. The knot wasn't half bad, as far as Jack could tell, and he shot himself a goofy grin in the mirror. 

[color=00ff00]"Go get 'em, tigah,"[/color] Jack said, flashing finger guns at himself. Chuckling, he then carefully folded up his normal clothes and tucked them under his arm, coming out of the bathroom. Waving a bit at Miss Sally, he did a little spin. [color=00ff00]"What d'you think?"[/color]
[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]: Newnan Building 4 - Repair Shop ---> Heading to the Rec Center Via Lagrange Street[/center][hr][hr]Beatrice could tell Riley's decision without her having to vocalize it. Onto look elsewhere for a source of music for the wedding. For a moment, Beatrice wondered whether or not they could simply go around Newnan, interrogating everyone who played an instrument and rope them into the performance. As far as Beatrice was aware, however, that list only included Riley. However, Ryan's comment about Sana's legs brought the smallest hint of a smile to Beatrice's face.

While it was practically asking for Dick to come and beat him up, Beatrice found Ryan's comment hilarious. She nodded at the men in the repair shop as she followed Riley out, her hands in her pockets. The rec center hadn't been used much lately, mostly due to the cold. [color=#23D5B7]"Does anyone else in Newnan play an instrument?"[/color] Beatrice asked skeptically, thankful for her gloves as they left the relative warmth of the repair shop.

However, Beatrice soon regretted her decision to assist Riley today. While she was good friends with Ryan, she couldn't stand Chloe. Her face wrinkled slightly with distaste. She knew what people had done to survive Justice, and for that, she could respect Ryan. But drug addicts left a foul taste in Beatrice's mouth. They reminded her too much of the parents who abandoned her on the streets. 

Standing a few paces behind Riley, Beatrice nodded at Ryan and Chloe, her face composed for the most part. She was half tempted to go to the rec center ahead of Riley, just to avoid Chloe's company. 
[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]: Outside Building 1, Legrange Street[/center][hr][hr]A flash of blonde hair caught her eye as Tiffany left the infirmary, heading down the street in the direction of Miss Sally's. Chloe didn't restrain herself from yet another eye roll, missing the days when things were simpler. She laughed bitterly to herself at the realization that she almost missed prison, in comparison to this life of walkers and judgmental assholes. And she knew that Tiffany's boy toy might not have made it without the extra medic during the trip to Newnan. It was irony, pure and simple, how much the lawyer disliked her in Chloe's mind. 

[color=ff6600]"Oh, fuck o--"[/color] Chloe began, but turning as she saw it was Ryan, rather than some random man in Newnan, her face brightened into a smile. While she didn't feel an inkling of sexual attraction to the man, she felt a certain kinship with him. It was easy to fall into a friendship with him. [color=ff6600]"You got something for me?"[/color]

Her jaw dropped slightly as he handed her the cigarettes. Smokes were hard as hell to come by in the apocalyptic world they inhabited, so much so that she looked back fondly on the days where all you had to do for a pack of smokes was blow a guard. She stared at them slightly in disbelief, before pocketing all but one of them as securely as she could, as if they were as precious and rare as diamonds. 

[color=ff6600]"Give me a light?"[/color] she asked, having kept her cigarette lighter in her room for a while. Cigarettes weren't her drug of choice by any means, but they were definitely a fantastic start to a somewhat shitty day. [color=ff6600]"You really weren't fucking around when you said you had the luck of the Irish,"[/color] she chuckled. However, before she could add anything else she was wrapped into a hug by her twin sister, Riley. 

[color=ff6600]"Just being reminded of life's little miracles,"[/color] Chloe responded to her sister, removing the cigarette from her lips. Setting Riley's hair on fire wasn't how she intended the day to go. As she eyed Beatrice behind her sister, she shot a bit of a questioning glance at Riley. Neither of the Ridgeway sisters got along very well with her. [color=ff6600]"Shouldn't you be getting set up for the wedding?"[/color]