[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/523ed7050654d50bbae4eb51a3735349/tumblr_inline_n767baVN661szvbv0.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outside Main Building (Building 1)[/center][hr]

	Time takes its toll on everyone. Death gets to us all. Shit hits the fan and when it finally reaches a boiling point...

	[color=tomato]"Damn bitch finally bit it?"[/color] a voice rang out in Jack's ears. [color=tomato]"Shit, I liked that old bat. What the fuck ya'll gonna do now? I mean fuck. Ash done lost, look at him all googoo eyed over my Daisy's twin. And now yer second? Yeah, how's the fuck that gonna work? You really thinks you can keep that twinkle toed bitch of yours safe? Much less this whole town? Yeah fucking right. Mr. and Mrs. Newnan. Mights as well be Mr. And Mrs. Cleaver tryin' to stop Eden from fuckin' this place over."[/color] The voice could only belong to one person... 

	There was a crunch in the snow as Thana adjusted her footing in the melting ice under her feet. Thana's eyes darting over from Froggy to Ash. Seemed the bad day had just gotten worse yet it didn't show on her face. [color=0072bc]"Other than informing you that Kris is being moved from her current position to my second and Lead Livestock, the rest can wait Sir."[/color] Her voice was as professional as always. Her eyes never wavering as her hands remained clasped behind her back, the only obvious thing was that she had had more to say yet she was holding off now.  

	The more the sun shown the warmer it was getting. It felt like a typical spring day now, nearly seventy degrees and as more and more people walked about it became clear that the freezing temperatures were finally over with. Hopefully. Kids running by now that things were getting cleaned up, playing in the street like they normally did over by the Mess Hall. Kicking the soccer ball around. It getting away from them and hitting the sidewalk near the corner of the street by the Infirmary.Leaning forward a bit on the edge of the brick partition between the sidewalk and the bushes in front of the Main building she leaned forward as she shuffled a deck of cards. Her dark eyes staring straight at Ash. [color=ec008c]"Well who's this?"[/color] she said with a sly grin on her face as she stood up, the card moving through her fingers as her eyes went over to Thana. [color=ec008c]"Seriously? This uptight chica. Three foot iron rod right up her back side. Do you have to ask her permission to come aboard before you two start anything?"[/color] she asked chuckling as she gave a mocking salute, the cards flipping out of her hand and scattering to the wind yet nothing hit the ground. 

	Froggy nodded at Ash and turned, walking back into the Main building and heading towards the infirmary. He stopped in front of the memorial wall and started looking around it. Seeing the pictures, trinkets, memories off all those that had died within the walls or were a part of Newnan that died outside of the walls. It was a lovely thing that Tatiana had put together for everyone but as he stared as it, he started to get mad. Shaking his head vigorously as he ripped off his glasses and wiped away the tears. Turning on his heels he marches into the OR and looked at the covered boy of Miss Sally. "We will have funeral for her," he stated rather matter of factly. Newnan didn't do funerals, they just buried corpses but Victor was tired of that. Miss Sally was the first Newnanite, the eldest, the grandmother figure, the mentor, the set people straight person. "Oui, funeral. Must start embalming," he added sniffling a bit to clear his nostrils. "Merde, been a while since I embalmed someone," he muttered.  

	Inside the machine shop it was still chilly, steel and concrete made for slow materials to warm up. The sound of a wrench ringing out as it finally teetered off the work bench. It had been rocking back and forth for a while now, the last thing Richard had set down before his attention was turned towards Chocolate Thunder when he walked in. 

	[color=a187be]"I always said you would be good at leading. Doesn't matter what happens you know what has to be done. That's how it's got to be."[/color] a voice came from behind Meg. She knew the voice even if she hadn't heard it in over a year. Someone who had always been stern with her, rode her, took her under her wing. [color=a187be]"Hey, you missed a spot."[/color] Corrected her.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f26522]Gavin[/color] & [color=fff79a]Ryan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/9hBM85enKwGm4/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]  Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority)[/center][hr]

	Gavin shook his head a bit and chuckled as he helped James move the heavy door to roll upward and open it fully. Ryan just stood there grinning to himself and rubbing his chin with his thumb. He'd gotten them in, they could open the door. The sound of liquid in a bottle rang out and there was a flash of steel in James line of sight. A strong smell of tequila, age, and death filling James nostrils. There wasn't a voice with this one, not so much in James ears, more of a grunt: [color=orangered]"Mhmm,"[/color] as from the shadows there was a simple nod from a pair of dark eyes set on leather worn features. 

	[color=f26522]"Aww man, she's a beaut!"[/color] Gavin exclaimed as he clapped his hands and rubbed them together. Stepping over to where the shadow was he rested his hands on the edge of the houseboat and jumped up. [color=f26522]"Fuck yeah, lots of goodies in here,"[/color] he added as he adjusted his cowboy hat. 

	"Ryan...who the fuck is this cowboy? When you start hanging out with the deliverance gang?" Ryan's head snapping around and looking from where the voice came from but there was nothing. "Hey Ryan, I love his hat. Can I have his hat?" Ryan's head snapped around again and his eyes widened as he spotted blond hair and a hand reaching for the hat. Clapping his hands over his face he rubbed it vigorously and looked again. Only seeing Gavin there grinning like a fool as he kept looking through things. 

	Turning on his heels Ryan walked off, pulling out his pack of smokes and lighting one up quickly. His hands were shaking and he was starting to sweat as he walked. As he passed the edge of the truck Beatrice could see a nail studded ball bat swinging and nearly taking Ryan's head off. A red haired woman hopping off the back of the truck and shrugging at Beatrice before she followed Ryan around the corner. Ryan leaned back against the side of the building, puffing on his cigarette like a train; alone.  

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=598527]Lola Holler[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://cdn1-www.afterellen.com/assets/uploads/2015/10/tankgirl.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)[/center][hr] 

	Lola sat there in her recliner watching the two. She was about to say something when Thalia spoke up. Her painted red lips splitting into a bright white teethed giggle as she looked away. This was turning out to be one hell of a moment. [color=598527]Martyrism and Mansplain' in the same spiel,"[/color] she chuckled as she got out of her chair and dusted off her hands before resting them on her hips. [color=598527]"Well time to blow this joint. All aboard who's coming aboard,"[/color] she added as she grabbed the rim of hole and swung her leg in before dropping inside with a thud. 

	[color=598527]"Jet, snow the coal!"[/color] she yelled as her head popped out of the hole like a whack a mole and eying the grill that was still smoldering a bit. On her head was a helmet now, New Zealand flag on the side, feathers coming from it and pipe cleaners in pink and green going around the rim of it. She poked her head back down and disappeared within the mammoth vehicle as she took a seat in the drivers position. This was the part she loved. Getting to drive her baby. [color=598527]"Hey baby, mommies here. Ready to have some fun?"[/color] she said patting her tank. It was the closest thing to a real relationship she'd ever had and probably ever would. Was fine by her, most men felt inadequate around her tank.