[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/442k6dwH/Dean-_Bobby-_John-dean-and-bobby-john-22849364-500-281.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Headland: E. Main Street (E7 - Station Wagon Back Seat Driver's Side)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Survival[/center][hr]	Jack did a quick look around them, but he honestly wasn't able to focus on anything but Jamie. The baby was taking all of his attention - that and the growing anger of the swollen eye that son of a bitch had given Tatiana. If he wasn't already dead, Jack would kill him again. However, there was a chance that he'd get to do that anyways if they waited around too long. If it hadn't been for the incoming tornado, Jack would have been tempted to wait around and waste a bullet. But Tatiana and Jamie took priority. 

	God, Jamie was adorable! He kept on getting distracted by the baby as he climbed into the station wagon, sitting on the driver's side of the back seat, with the baby next to him in the center. He kept on grinning at the adorable little tyke, ready to defend him at a moment's notice. He hoped that Ash would take the seat next to Jamie - he sure as hell didn't want Amelia there (he trusted her, but already when it came to Jamie he only really wanted Tatiana or his best friend around him). [color=00ff00]"Hi Jamie, say Da-da,"[/color] Jack whispered to the baby. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s15.postimg.cc/asek75y0r/source.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quincy: Inside House (D8)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Shelter Construction[/center][hr]	Beatrice glanced over at Thalia and sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. [color=23D5B7]"¿Simpatía? No hago simpatía. La simpatía es para aquellos que son demasiado débiles para cuidarse a sí mismos, ese no eres tú. La lata no es mía de todos modos - la marina lo encontró[sub]1[/sub]"[/color] Thalia didn't need their sympathy. She was short a hand - so what? It didn't make Thalia any less of a badass and it seemed that she was pulling through just fine from Beatrice's standpoint. [color=23D5B7]"Además, si eso pudiera venir de mí, te hubiera dejado que lameras la tapa[sub]2[/sub]."[/color]

	Scolding/flirting aside, she considered the matter at hand. With the wind dying down, did they really need to position the mattresses and blankets in front of the windows? She was about to tell Manny to forget her request when she snapped out of it, coming to her senses. There was no telling when the wind could pick back up and even if it wasn't the wind she was worried about, there were walkers. Glass wasn't going to hold up against the undead very well. It would keep them hidden and sound low, something they'd need with Thalia being out of commission for a while. 

	She then glanced at Alex, hearing his request. It was absolutely [i]boiling[/i] inside. [color=23D5B7]"...As much as I'd love to prevent deaths by heat stroke, until we know that we're secure here, windows should stay shut,"[/color] she said, wiping a bit of sweat off of her forehead. [color=23D5B7]"Manny, let's put the mattresses against the windows here in the main room - we can then put blankets over the other windows..."[/color] she instructed him. 

[hider=Translations]1 = Sympathy? I don't do sympathy. Sympathy is for those who are too weak to take care of themselves - that isn't you. The can isn't mine anyways - Navy found it.
2 = Besides, if that can came from me, I would have just let you lick the lid. [/hider]