[hr][hr][center][h1][color=firebrick]Black James(!)[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=firebrick]Location:[/color][/b] Agriculture [/center][hr][hr]

	James looked to his escort, a taller fellow who had a look that screamed his preference to be far away and doing anything else. He remained vigilant; after all, James was a murderer now. His past actions could not negate the truth of this, merely explain it. And as each minute ticked by, the unenviable blackneck became less and less a part of their community. Hearts would continue to harden as the ethical implications of what he did cycled through their psyches, and he might find that any charms he possessed would come up wanting, as Newnanites turned grief to anger as a defense mechanism. But it didn't matter. James would miss them, truly miss them, so very much. 

	He regarded the notebooks wrapped in the tote bag as he was handing them over to his escort, and thought better of it. [color=firebrick]"Naw, man. Done changed my mind. Got to explain a little bit to the man. Owe him that. Might be my last chance, y'get me?"[/color] He smiled weakly. [color=firebrick]"Don't worry there, brother. It'll all be over with soon. C'mon, let's..."[/color]

	It was at this moment that he noticed the barely familiar frame of Gavin sauntering up to him. He could see a glimmer of recognition, as if the man were specifically looking for him. When it turned out that he actually [i]was[/i], it was still surprising to him. [color=firebrick]"Yeah, hey hey... look, um, now ain't the best time for a talk, I don't think. I'm in the middle of gettin' myself exiled... Wait, what you mean about Proposition?"[/color] 




[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=steelblue]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building A (Ash's House) [/center][hr][hr]

	Oh yeah, he was smitten. Hard, too. But more than that, Ash found that he could draw a sense of stability and strength from the woman, as if they had served together or had known one another prior to the planet turning sideways. Ash looked soulfully into her eyes, a tiny smile of solid satisfaction showing itself. Listening to her words, he gave the barest of perceptible nods. He wanted to feel happier, and in truth did. Really did. But the situation going on outside of the walls of his house was deadly serious. Reconciling the Soldier from the Man, from the Leader that Newnan needed was going to be more difficult from this point on, he could tell. But maybe when it was just the two of them, no matter what else was going on, he could steal some time just for them. 

	[color=steelblue]"What I need, Thana... I need you in my corner. I need you to quietly let me know when I'm screwing up, and counsel me back from it. And to be blunt, what with James leaving, I need a new Agricultural Lead. And the ability to see into his head. He'd already started plans for this year's crops, and some "away missions" besides."[/color] 

	Ash sighed. [color=steelblue]"But yeah, you're right. We need to get back out there."[/color] He smiled, a little more openly this time. [color=steelblue]"For now."[/color] He remembered the previous night. Hell, he would never forget the previous night. The smile still on his face, he backed slowly toward James's belongings he had set down earlier. Ash let his gaze linger on Thana, unwilling to look away until the last possible instant. He was in love. 

	Breaking the mood, Ash's radio barked at him. It was Jim, with very interesting news. [color=steelblue]"Understood, Jim. That's a little unexpected. If he wants to leave, go ahead."[/color] Ryan wanted to leave Newnan, too? Ash hoped it wasn't to pursue some form or revenge against James for killing Dick, away from prying eyes. He had to look at this situation himself. If he suspected something shady, then he'd insist on staggering their departure times. [color=steelblue]"Back on the clock, indeed..."[/color] he drawled out, the native Virginian accent more prominent in those words than anything he'd spoken in a long while.