[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=23D5B7]Beatrice Decker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yN9kRR9v/tumblr-inline-pai0jg-G5th1rt2432-540.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=23D5B7][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Bus
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Beatrice overheard Manny's hope that this wasn't yet another military dictatorship - and she had to hold her tongue. It seemed to be exactly that from what she could tell. The military ran things - if you didn't like it, you left. No one had a right to be in the community and no one's liberties were held above group survival from what she had gathered. It was all about the collective. Newnan had been near that in some ways - but entirely the opposite in others. For instance, she doubted that this place would have taken in Dick. He was a bit of an acquired taste. Some of the things he had said and done... from what Beatrice had herself seen and what she had been told... were a bit hard to swallow. Of course, in Justice, they would have been commonplace and no one would have batted an eye. 

	Speaking of military, Ash had responded to her news and Beatrice nodded slightly in acknowledgement of his thanks. He referred to [i]our people[/i] and staying together - something that didn't sit right with Beatrice. If they were going to integrate into this society, forming cliques inside of it wouldn't help matters. It would just create an us v them mentality - which while Beatrice was fine with on a personal level, she didn't think it was best for the old men and amputees. Creating unneeded division could get them removed from a shelter that would keep them alive. 

	[color=23D5B7]"I don't know if that's a good idea,"[/color] Beatrice told Ash quietly, before she turned her attention to the man who came onto the bus. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/x8PmzzwW/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Bus
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr]	Jack looked at his wife for a moment, before he nodded at her. Times had changed. They had to change with it too. 

	Jack was a bit wary at first when he saw a Catholic priest board the Bus, but when the man said he could do other services and mentioned Hebrew... His eyes drifted towards Jamie once again. He needed to talk to Tatiana, to ask her if she wanted to raise their son to be Jewish or if she would prefer for him to be agnostic or atheistic or spiritual or Christian or whatever. Regardless of the choice, it needed to be something that the two of them agreed on as parents. They were a team. 

	The news of quarantine... Admittedly, that probably was something that Newnan could have benefited from. He wondered how many personality issues would have just been caught in quarantine. The mention of illness reminded him for a moment of that one kid with the horrible, chronic asthma - what had his name been, Blue? Cyan? Sky? It was something like that, that's all Jack knew. And then... a school. He smiled slightly, remembering his mother. She had always been so supportive of education. Jamie would be able to get a proper education here. 

	Hell, maybe Jack would be able to put security work behind him and pick up a U.S. history textbook instead. He started to full on grin at the news of a doctor for Jamie. There was everything here that the world before had had. It was a paradise. [color=00ff00]"Jack Newnan,"[/color] Jack said once the Preacher got to him. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Beatrice Decker,"[/color] Bea said once it was her turn in a cool and calm voice.