[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] Quarantine (W: Men's Locker Room -> Conference Room) [color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr] Having scrubbed himself clean and kept a close watch on Jamie, helping his son out as well, Jack was simultaneously relieved and anxious. He knew that it made sense for the guys to get cleaned up in one place and the girls in another - but he didn't like letting Tatiana out of his sight. The last time that had happened, Newnan fell and he was separated from her for a year. He missed the birth of their son and he didn't want to ever miss another second of her life or Jamie's. As they were led into the conference room and Jack spotted a few of the amenities, he couldn't help but smile slightly. God, he missed VHS. He felt more at ease as he spotted Tatiana, sitting down next to her and holding Jamie. This entire thing felt so incredibly surreal, he almost wasn't sure what to think. His eyes glanced over Tatiana's paper, noting the responses she put down for herself and Jamie, but he didn't say anything. He did however smile slightly at what she had put down for race. He hadn't expected that and if he wasn't hoping desperately they'd be allowed into the community, he would have been tempted to write down [i]First Place 500 Meter Dash 2002[/i] for his own answer. Once she finished, he gently passed her Jamie and started to fill out his own. [hider=Questionnaire]Questionnaire: [color=39b54a]Name: Jack Hudson Newnan Age: 35 Birth Date: October 24th Race: White/Jewish Where were you born: Boylston, Massachusetts Where were you when the outbreak occurred: Chicago, Illinois Who were you before the outbreak: Chicago PD Police Officer (Vice) Who are you now: Father Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Yes If so, why did you leave: Home base exploded (and sank? it was really confusing). Did you serve in the military: No If so, what branch/rank/specialty: N/A Any known medical issues: No Any special needs: Baby son Any special skills: Security/U.S. History What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Monopoly and Dancing! Your most traumatic moment: Separation from my pregnant wife Why are you still alive: My family What are you seeking: A safe community for my wife and son[/color][/hider][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] Quarantine (W: Lady's Locker Room -> Conference Room) [color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr] Beatrice was sticking fairly close to Thalia, observing the area as they were led out of the locker room. For the most part, it reminded her a little bit of Juvi - the nicer, upscale ones that she had been to. Definitely not the ones in Justice. The activities that were outdated, the showers, the regimented routine... Even the use of aliases reminded her a little bit of the nicknames they had given each other. She hated being called Double Decker - but that's what they had called her in juvi. [color=23D5B7]"I hope you still have your writing hand,"[/color] Beatrice whispered to Thalia with a slight smirk. It would be incredibly amusing if Thalia had to use her non-writing hand for this and ended up turning in a mess of scribbles. She doubted that they would want Beatrice to fill it out for her and Beatrice had no intention of doing so. The terrible handwriting she would hopefully get to see from peaking over at Thalia's paper was its own reward. [hider=Questionnaire]Questionnaire: [color=red]Name: Beatrice M. Decker[/color] [color=39b54a]Age: 30 Birth Date: September 10th[/color] [color=39b54a]Race: Caucasian[/color] [color=red]Where were you born: Northeastern California[/color] [color=39b54a]Where were you when the outbreak occurred: Coney Island[/color] [color=red]Who were you before the outbreak: Process Server[/color] [color=39b54a]Who are you now: Survivor Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Yes If so, why did you leave: A friend Did you serve in the military: No If so, what branch/rank/specialty: N/A Any known medical issues: No Any special needs: No[/color] [color=red]Any special skills: Legal Knowledge [/color] [color=39b54a]What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Knitting Your most traumatic moment: Foster Home Why are you still alive: I'm a survivor What are you seeking: Shelter for my friends[/color][/hider]