[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]	Beatrice had to fight the urge to smack Thalia with the back of her gun, after the bullets grazed her. She had just gotten herself back into a standing position after the first bullet hit her thigh and having another wound wasn't helping her concentration. On the bright side, the injury wasn't nearly as bad as the first one. And it had given them an idea as to how many more Edenites were left - [i]tons.[/i] But at any rate, if she had been killed from that course of action, Beatrice would've come back and haunted Thalia's ass. Either that or she'd find Ryan's ghost and sip martinis, taking bets on who would turn on who in some settlement. It was a toss up as to which she'd want to spend her afterlife on. 

	[color=23D5B7]"...Please tell me you were trying to do that..."[/color] Beatrice muttered under her breath, biting the inside of her cheek to fight off the pain and eventually, she felt like it was something that she could push through again. She then nodded at Thana, but she didn't have a lighter and Thalia had already tossed her the bag. Given what she knew about Gavin, she guessed that she was intending to make some sort of Molotov cocktail. [color=23D5B7]"...If anyone has a lighter, give it to her. That's more of a priority than finding more guns!"[/color] Beatrice snapped. She didn't usually raise her voice above an even monotone, but she was frustrated and just a little bit scared. She honestly didn't care if the old hostage was ripped to shreds. She wanted this fight to end - and ideally, to survive herself, as well as the few people she vaguely recognized and had decided to give a shit about.[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 continued to sleep on the floor of the safehouse, curled up inside of his provided sleeping bag. His mind, however, was back in Boston. He was hardly older than five or four in the memory - and it was one of his first ones....

	Jack ran home from school, barreling in the door as he saw his mother - a bit weary and thin - setting up the Hanukkah Menorah in the window. He never really talked about religion with his classmates and it wasn't a super big deal at his house. They celebrated most holidays - but Hanukkah was always Jack's favorite. He loved the snow falling outside, the lights all around Boston, the parades and celebrations (it hadn't yet occurred to him that they were mostly for the Christian holiday, Christmas, and not just Hanukkah). And then after Hanukkah ended, he'd get to go visit his half-sisters and step-sisters for a day. He loved seeing them - just not his father. 

	[color=00ff00][i]"Mama, are we gonna play Dreidel?"[/i][/color] Jack asked, bouncing up to his mother who caught him with surprising strength and gave him a hug. [i]"Sure thing, my little man. Now...I think you're old enough tonight, if you want to, to light the Chanukiah.[/i] Jack's eyes grew wide and his mother nodded, giving him a smile and kissing his forehead. [i]"Now go finish up your homework first and then we can play, alright?"[/i] [color=00ff00][i]"Yes mama."[/i][/color]