[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/22eda859b7c9444f80616d2c1d8eb846/tumblr_inline_mftqlbVg8Q1rxv9kr.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] Eden - Doors across from Fitness
[b][color=23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] Pistol, Stamina[/center][hr]	For some reason, once the bullet hit Beatrice's thigh, she only had one coherent thought: [i]thank goodness I didn't skip leg day.[/i] The rest of her energy was devoted to gritting her teeth and holding back the scream, trying to do anything but focus on the burning sensation in her thigh. If she thought on it too much, any benefit shock was giving her would surely vanish. She didn't even know how much she was gritting her teeth as she stumbled backwards slightly, just barely catching herself against the wall. And then came her second coherent thought: [i]this hurts like a motherfucking bitch![/i] 

	The third coherent thought? [i]Okay, I can't get down...Shouldn't get down...[/i] But she was sliding against the wall, and Beatrice forced herself to look at her own injury. She then changed tactics and gripped the wall with her free hand, forcing herself back up into a standing position, though she was favoring her non injured leg considerably. Any sort of bullet wound was easily a death sentence in this day and age. [color=23D5B7]"A retreat would improve our odds of survival,"[/color] Beatrice muttered under her breath. She had thrown her normal over zealous caution to the wind in order to help take down Eden and she had gotten shot. Lesson learned. Justice rules still applied and would only come back to haunt her if she attempted to ignore them.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/5927/867aa9ebd1dbed9e2871d457832358ba7839c70d_hq.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=00ff00]Location:[/color][/b] Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
[b][color=00ff00]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Jack nodded at Ash with a goofy grin, lying back down and at first, it was incredibly difficult for him to sleep. Eventually, however, his mind started to drift off. It could have been ten minutes later, sixty seconds, or a few hours - he wouldn't have known the difference. But when he opened his eyes, he was back in Boston, face to face with his favorite half sister - [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/921224041326821376/hZ5J3IFt.jpg]Gigi[/url]. Her real name was Georgiana but no one called her that. Almost none of his siblings actually went by their real names - case in point, Jack's real name was Charles. 

	[color=00ff00][i]"So, is my little sistah gonna win Hockey East?"[/i][/color] Jack asked Gigi, putting an arm around her.  She was the youngest of his siblings and there was about a seven or eight year age gap between them. Gigi just rolled her eyes at him, taking Jack's arm and moving it off of her shoulder, causing her half brother to give a fake look of sincere hurt and wounded pride. [color=00ff00][i]"What? Ya too cool or somethin' for your brothah? Guess you think you're wicked smaht or somethin', huh G?"[/i][/color]

	Gigi smirked at him. [i]"Compa'hed to you, I am."[/i]

	[color=00ff00][i]"That's just stone cold, G,"[/i][/color] Jack scoffed, shaking his head. 

	[i]"Nah, it's Cold Stones,"[/i] Gigi said with a snicker, as the T stopped and they got off at Prudential Center.