[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f1c40f]Year 5: Update[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Date:[/color][/b] July 15th, 2012[hr]Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab[hr][hr][b][color=f1c40f]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach (G5)[/center]
	[b]Temperature:[/b] 94F (34C)
	[b]Humidity:[/b] Fucking High (Around 98%) - Raining off and on all day
	[b]Wind Speed:[/b] 7 MPH (11 KPH)
	[b]Cloud Coverage:[/b] About 62% covered with thick dark clouds[hr]
		The showers would need some tending to later on once everyone was washed and cleaned but the people watching over both locker rooms didn't seem to concerned with it. The way they were running things, it was pretty clear this wasn't their first rodeo. The locker room showers had floor drains and that would make clean up a lot faster than if they had let everyone take their first showers after being outside for so long in the hotel room showers. At least now when they took a shower they would only be scrubbing away one days worth of mess, not weeks or even months worth of grime. 

	When Ash spoke up asking about Military service Panama chuckled a bit and shook his head. "Naw, me being in the army would have amounted to Sgt. Bilko." He gave a toothy grin as he stood there bobbing his head a bit. Atticus just shook his head as he let out a slow puff of smoke. "Preacher was though, weren't ya?" The man nodded as he turned the page in his well worn bible before he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and looked over towards Ash. 

	"Yeah, three tours in Afghanistan between 2001 and 2003," he said before he went back to reading his bible. He paused for a moment in his scripture before speaking again. "Thou art my battle axe and weapons of war: for with thee will I break in pieces the nations, and with thee will I destroy kingdoms. Ain't no fucking kingdoms anymore, so I guess God did his damn job. A little too damn well if you ask me," he said before he went back to his reading.

	"That's some dark assed shit man," Panama coughed.

	"Why the fuck you think I wear black?" the preacher said with a cynical chuckle. Panama stared at the man for a bit, not sure whether to laugh or to take a step back. He opted for turning his attention elsewhere and it seemed Hank was going on about TV. He just grinned and gave a shrug. Granted there was no way in hell they had cable TV in this day and age but from the look on his face they had something and maybe that was enough.

	Atticus though had closed his bible and was watching the group now with more interest. Seemed some had been in the military while others hadn't. Just like life before the world fell apart, just like the Camp itself. It was clear now that not everyone that lived there was military since Panama had said he hadn't served. Granted he hadn't said what it was he had done before all this. Atticus though didn't say anything, that was his to tell if he felt the need. 

	While the men seemed to be relaxing a bit more, the girls were being rather quiet in comparison. Daytona was sitting there, not watching them and letting them get what little privacy they could in there. Getting up every so often to put up a razor or take a count but she left the girls alone to do their thing. The Major however was watching them like a hawk, as if just one wrong move and she would devour them. The woman held herself like some female version of Paton, at the ready with her finger resting at ease near the trigger. 

	Once everyone was sufficiently cleaned it was time to move out of the showers. Looking down at her watch she noted the time. "We're going to move to a common room now, get you back with the guys, and you'll meet the Doc now," Daytona said before motioning for the girls to follow her. Major would wait and take the rear when they left the room. 

	Atticus checked his watch as the men were finishing up. Standing up he put out his smoke in an ash tray that was sitting next to him. "Alright, time to get ya back to the girls and meet the Doc," he said before motioning for the guys to follow him. The men would end up coming out behind the girls. Atticus taking the front of the line to lead the way behind Major, Panama picking up the rear. 

	They walked out of the showers and down the hallway until Daytona stopped at a door to her left. It was marked Conference Room. Pushing the door open she motioned for the girls to go ahead in. The room looked rather comfortable. There were some folding chairs out and tables, a pool table, Foosball, and even an old PacMan Arcade Machine that was on and running. Some couches and love chairs, and two worn in recliners. It looked like it was a sort of rec room for quarantine. There was even an old school 80's big screen TV set up with a DVD player and VHS cassettes near it, as well as other things for people to do. From records to play to books to read. 

	The main thing in the room was a portable privacy screen, a folding table that was set up with vials and needles and other medical supplies, and two people behind the table arranging things. One was a middle aged man in scrubs who looked worn out but had a gentle face. Then there was the shorter more portly woman standing next to him. She was in scrubs as well but she looked like on of those Aunties that you never wanted to cross, like she had a permanent scowl on her features. 

	"Hey y'all," he said as he looked up, waving the group into the room. "Wow, I was told we had a hell of a new group coming in but seeing is another thing. I'm Michael but most just call me Doc." Draping a stethoscope over his shoulders he smiled at the group. "Give you a little information about myself, I was part of the Combat Casualty Research Program over in Afghanistan before all this. So one of many former military folks you are gonna run into around here. I run the hospital here and this lovely lady next to me is," he said, about to introduce her but she gave him a look and he chuckled and pretended to zip his lips. 

	"I'm Miss Mary and that's what you'll call me, even if S.B. is my call sign." Her voice was authoritative while Docs was a lot more warm and welcoming. "I ain't be doing no tours and wasn't in no military. I am in charge of meds, as in making them and handing them out. I was a nurse in Chicago before that, so that's what I'll be playing today. Hope ain't none of you got a needle phobia," she said as she stood there before taking a sip from a mug on the table. The smell of coffee wafted into the air and it was strong.  

	"If you were wondering, S.B. stands for Scary Bitch," Doc chuckled as he picked up a hand full of pens and a stack of papers. The woman shot him a look as Major and Panama took point at the doors. It seemed that Daytona and Preacher were taking a short break as they were not in the room now. "Okay, this is a little bit of medical and information background I need you to fill out. I know, figured paper work would die with the end of the world. Seems it and cockroaches survived. Be nice if you filled it out fully but you don't have to. Just do the best you can or feel okay enough with. This will help us get to know a little about you," he said as he started handing them out. A pen and piece of paper for each person. "Don't worry you'll learn plenty about us later on."

	"Just take a few minutes and fill those out for us. Then we'll get onto your check up. We're gonna draw blood and do a basic physical. Now, later on, for you guys over 40 I do suggest getting a prostate exam and girls, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get a pap-smear and such. Doubt many have had the chance since all this started. We do both annually here as well as other check ups. We like to try to keep everyone as healthy as possible," he said as he finished handing out the papers. "Know we got you doing a lot but there will be a break after this and the kitchen is going to be bringing you all in a meal." Stepping back to the table he took a seat in a folding chair and looked over to Mary. "Any idea what she's making today?"

	"Lord knows with that woman, right now she's probably smacking Dusty upside the head and telling him to get out her kitchen," she said as she took a seat in the chair next to Doc and picked up her mug. It was a plain white mug that said [i]Coffee Makes Me Happy, You not so much.[/i]

	[color=ed1c24]*Below is the Questionnaire: I will not answer questions about it OOC. Fill it out as your character. If you have more than one character you need to fill it out for each of them as if they were filling it out. Would your character answer truthfully? Would they answer everything? Would they answer anything? Copy and paste it into your next post and fill it out as they would. As you answer color code them - Green for truth, red for anything but the straight full truth.[/color]

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Questionnaire:
Name:
Age:
Birth Date: 
Race:
Where were you born:
Where were you when the outbreak occurred:
Who were you before the outbreak:
Who are you now:
Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak:
If so, why did you leave:
Did you serve in the military:
If so, what branch/rank/specialty:
Any known medical issues:
Any special needs:
Any special skills:
What would you enjoy doing if you had time to:
Your most traumatic moment:
Why are you still alive:
What are you seeking:
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	[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]http://www.nerdly.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/fb-108-1.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Lady's Locker Room -> Conference Room)
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology, Survival[/center][hr]
	Looking down at her slippered feet, Tatiana placed her hands on her knees to keep them from shaking. It wasn't working well. She looked as if she was going to throw up from nerves and just wanted to go and hide in some dark corner away from everyone one else. When Daytona said it was time to go, she nearly shot up and out the door but had to keep herself from running right out the door back to the others. Biting her bottom lip she wrapped her arms around herself and shuffled her feet out the door of the locker room and down the hallway. Following Daytona as she lead them to Conference room. 

	Stepping inside, it seemed she was the first in the room. Well for the group anyways. Jack was no where in sight and that seemed to scare her. Looking around she found a couch to sit on, hoping that Jack would come and find her and sit down with her. Sitting down she looked around and waited for him to come in. If she spotted him she would wave frantically to get his attention but she wasn't making any noise. Not a word was coming out of her mouth. 

	It seemed that once everyone was in and sitting down the man and woman that had been in the room when she entered made their introductions. Tatiana kept watching them and looking around the room. Her knee bouncing a lot as she sat there. She didn't say anything until the doctor came over and handed her the paper and a pen. [color=a187be]"Um, two..."[/color] she said as she pointed over to her son Jamie. The doctor smile and nodded, handing Tatiana a second paper to fill out for the baby. 

	Taking the paper she started reading over it slowly. She was still biting her bottom lip as she went over the questions and her hand shook as she wrote but she filled it out. One for her and one for Jamie. She would take Jamie from Jack once she was done so he could fill out his as well. She left her paper in view so Jack could see it but she didn't say anything. 

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Questionnaire:
[color=39b54a]Name: Tatiana Newnan[/color]
[color=39b54a]Age: 30[/color]
[color=39b54a]Birth Date: 31st, October[/color] 
[color=red]Race: I don't like to run[/color]
[color=39b54a]Where were you born: CCCP[/color]
[color=39b54a]Where were you when the outbreak occurred: Vegas[/color]
[color=39b54a]Who were you before the outbreak: Ballerina[/color]
[color=red]Who are you now: Mother[/color]
[color=39b54a]Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Da[/color]
[color=red]If so, why did you leave: No leave, burned down.[/color]
[color=39b54a]Did you serve in the military: No[/color]
[color=39b54a]If so, what branch/rank/specialty: ~draws line through answer space~[/color]
[color=red]Any known medical issues: No[/color]
[color=red]Any special needs: No[/color]
[color=red]Any special skills: No[/color]
[color=39b54a]What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Play monopoly [/color]
[color=red]Your most traumatic moment: Dead people[/color]
[color=39b54a]Why are you still alive: Son[/color]
[color=39b54a]What are you seeking: Life[/color]
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Questionnaire:
[color=39b54a]Name: James Newnan (We call him Jamie)
Age: Hasn't had his first birthday
Birth Date: 17th, September[/color]
[color=red]Race: He can only crawl[/color]
[color=39b54a]Where were you born: Um, I think we in Ga
Where were you when the outbreak occurred: ~draws a line through it~
Who were you before the outbreak: ~draws a line through it~
Who are you now: He is baby
Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: This biggest group.
If so, why did you leave: ~draws line through it~
Did you serve in the military: ~draws line through it~
If so, what branch/rank/specialty: ~draws line through it~
Any known medical issues: He has cold
Any special needs: He is good
Any special skills: He is quiet
What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: He like mirrors[/color]
[color=red]Your most traumatic moment: ~draws a line through it~[/color]
[color=red]Why are you still alive: Family[/color]
[color=39b54a]What are you seeking: He need be able grow up[/color]
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[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/xT0xex7nwppPNCc2k0/source.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Men's Locker Room -> Conference Room)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]
	Wayne looked over at Hank trying not to bend over to pick up the soap and he fell out laughing as he took a seat on the bench. [color=598527]"Ain't no one want to bend your leathery ass over, just pick up the shit,"[/color] he laughed as he shook his head. He took the man spread position, thankfully this robe fell between his legs and covered his junk. He rubbed his hands together and waited on the guys to be done but it seemed there was going to be some talking. That was fine. Wayne could talk, even as he swatted at something in the air and grumbled under his breath. 

	Looking at Ash he sat up straight and took a proud pose. [color=598527]"Yeah, the famous cocksuckers brigade. Command of the all-whore detachment."[/color] It was obvious he was joking and found himself to be the funniest fucker this side of the Mississippi, shit even if that river was still around. For all he knew it was as dry as his love life right then. Coughing at the end of his laugh he shook his head. [color=598527]"Nah, I was a cop. Once upon a time,"[/color] he said before looking over at Atticus. [color=598527]I'd swaddle the baby Jesus for one of those,"[/color] he said motioning towards the cigarette that the preacher was smoking. 

	As he handed one over and flicked his lighter, Wayne smiled. [color=598527]"Fuck yeah, yer okay, for a cloth man,"[/color] he said before taking a deep puff. [color=598527]"Oh yeah, that's the ticket,"[/color] he said letting out the smoke slowly. It was a good day. He had showed, he had shaved. All he needed to finish the holy trinity was to take a shit. Too bad his stomach was pretty much empty so that wasn't gonna happen right now. But hey they had talked about food so maybe he'd finish up this evening. 

	He looked over to Atticus again as the man let off a bible verse. [color=598527]"Ain't no fucking kidding,"[/color] was all he said. Looked like it was time to go. He puffed down the cigarette faster than a fat kid eating a cupcake before snuffing it out in the ash tray next to Atticus and followed suit. [color=598527]"Underarms clean? Cunts braided?"[/color] he said with a chuckle as he walked out of the locker room. Seemed the girls were ahead of them. 

	Tilting his head he watched the girls walk until he was in the conference room. [color=598527]"Claimed!"[/color] he said as he spotted the recliners and rushed over. Plopping down and flipping the handle and pushing back. [color=598527]"I am in fucking love..."[/color] he said getting all comfortable with his feet up. Patting the chair next to his he gave a cheezy grin. [color=598527]"Yo, Jelly to my PB, she's got your name all over her,"[/color] he laughed as he patted the chair and then got comfortable in his own again. 

	Now it was time to shut up. Still swatting in front of him and muttering something about shutting the hell up from time to time but he tried to listen. He didn't dislike needles but he didn't exactly like them either. Who the fuck did but if they wanted his blood for a meal he'd pony up. Especially if that meant he could get a cup of that coffee that Miss Mary was drinking. God damn did it smell good. Taking the paper Wayne sat up a little and read over it. He figured he could lie or just say fuck it. So Wayne did what Wayne did. He said fuck it. 

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Questionnaire:
[color=39b54a]Name: Wayne Maldonado
Age: 52
Birth Date: April 2nd
Race: Milano - no wait that's a cookie. I'm fucking weathered white. 
Where were you born: Brooklyn 
Where were you when the outbreak occurred: The Fucking Nut House
Who were you before the outbreak: A cop
Who are you now: Peanut Butter to the mother fucking jelly smeared in awesome sauce
Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Yeah, fucking Amish
If so, why did you leave: They ain't got no sense of humor 
Did you serve in the military: BWHAHAHAHA, that's some funny shit. No.
If so, what branch/rank/specialty: I ain't no fucking tree. 
Any known medical issues: Yeah, got another sheet of paper, this shit's gonna take a while.
Any special needs: Booze, pills, a recliner. 
Any special skills: Fucking Jackie Chan with a scarf and I got an iron stomach that would make Shaggy and Scooby jealous. 
What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Get laid
Your most traumatic moment: To me or to someone else? Fuck, um, the time I curb stomped a drug dealing fuckwad for whoring out his 12 year old daughter was pretty traumatic to him, to me it was fucking nice. 
Why are you still alive: As Queen Bee once said - I'm a fucking survivor. 
What are you seeking: I just want to fucking drink, fish, and get laid. OR you want some higher purpose because I ain't got one. [/color]
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