[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/KqMzZnN/Tatiana.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology, Counseling[/center][hr]
	There was no way of knowing how any of them were going to react to the way that Tatiana was acting. This was so far out of left field for her it was unheard of by any that new her. Tatiana never screamed, not like this. She didn't cry. Yes, there were times she wore her heart on her sleeve and you could see the pain or hurt or sorrow in her eyes but the way Tatiana grew up, it had lowered her reactions to how she reacted to the world. The good, now there was where it was crystal clear and shows in spades. She had been the happy one, the one that understood, that smiled and hugged people. The only time she ever knocked someone on their ass was when she jumped hugged someone and they lost their balance. This, seeing her so emotionally raw. No, this wasn't common. Her moods flipped yes but not like this. Not like this. 

	As Riley spoke, Tatiana shook. Her head turning slowly and her eyes narrowing as she looked at her friend. There was a murderous glare in her eyes. [color=a187be]"Back da'fuck off."[/color] It wasn't a shout, it was cold and ruthless. It was a warning. She would be next if she got in the way. Tatiana looked to Ash as a brother. If she would hit him, she would hit a friend right then and perhaps not stop at one. Those fists were still balled and her knuckles white. The closest someone had gotten to this type of look was when Lorna had jumped Richard and beat him to within an inch of his life. One could say that Tatiana was harnessing her inner Bridgette. 

	Yeah, Tatiana may have blown her cover but there was no way of knowing how the people watching were going to take her actions. In fact they hadn't moved from their spot. Her eyes ticked as she turned her head back to look at Ash while he spoke. He was cold and emotionless. [color=a187be]"Rasputin said same. Ruined nation, died any'vays. No time for lies, or excuses. I have no brother. He died when Nevnan fell."[/color] No yelling but that rage was still present. Not hot, but cold. There had been a cartoon so many years before the outbreak that one character had said of dragons that they breathe fire now and then. Mostly at people who poke it. Its inside an inferno, but its skin so cold, it burns! It was an apt description of the little ballerina right then. A raging inferno within and her words were so cold they burned. 

	There was nothing more for her to say as she took a strong step back from Ash, pulling her fists back, denying him any help to get off his ass. She was done with him. Maybe just for now. Maybe forever. Tatiana had never turned her back on anyone she cared about. She was even kind to the former resident Dick of Newnan. Pulling her wrist up she brushed away some of the tears and rubbed them on her gown. The look of rage was melting away, into one of disgust and disappointment. She didn't say anything else. Turning and walking passed Riley. Towards the table. Leaning down she picked up the coffee mug, a few pieces broke but nothing terrible. Gathering them in one hand that was still shaking as the other used the bottom edge of her robe to mop up the ounces of coffee. Standing she looked at Alexander. [color=a187be]"Breathe."[/color] One simple word, still laced with hot emotion. A few steps passed him she let the pieces fall into the dish bucket and just stood there, trying to take her own advice. To just breathe. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/QphR9k8/Wayne.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] [i]"Detecting"[/i][/center][hr]
	Taking a drink of his coffee, Wayne kept watching. It was no secret to those that knew Wayne that he wasn't exactly the social type. He was rather misanthropic about people, he really didn't like humankind even before the outbreak. Years as a detective had shown him the worst of humanity, or lack there of. People didn't need a reason to be pricks to each other, people were just naturally bastards. Bastard covered bastards with bastard filling. At least the majority of them. Not that they made an effort to be that way, they just didn't make an effort not to be. Wayne sure as hell didn't most of the time. It was probably why he got along with Hank. The two were a lot alike when it came to things and one was accepting that people were fuckwads and they were people to. People is people, or so the fucking Greek man in Muppets Take Manhattan had said. 

	Seemed it was a toss up whether the little mother was going to continue to open a can of whoopass on o'l Army Man, turn her attention to the blonde trying to talk her down, or who knew what else. While she wasn't screaming anymore, Wayne found himself physically cringing at her words. [color=598527]"Oh fuck, that's cold,"[/color] he said into his coffee. Lowering the cup as Tatiana slowly walked away he watched her. He seemed to be studying her. Whether he was studying her actions or just her backside, well that was anyone's guess. [color=598527]"No shit,"[/color] he said as he stood there, seemingly to answer a question or a statement to someone or something but it didn't make sense to anything that had been said around him. Especially when he looked over towards the air where no one was standing. 

	Ash had mentioned he was too stubborn to die and that one comment made Wayne's blood run cold. He physically shuddered at the thought. To never die? That would be hell. Like worse than hell. Nope, not for him. He'd hang himself first. Why he was so damn good at typing nooses. He knew if he wasn't put out of his misery eventually he would just off himself. He was okay with that. Death didn't scare him, living in his fucktastic world forever did. Hell he should have been dead by now but some how he was blessed with suck and still stuck wandering around. He didn't like the idea of being around more people but he would just have to fucking deal with. Especially if he wanted to keep getting coffee and that damn nice recliner. 

	Nigel had snapped at Hank and Wayne chuckled a bit. This was going to be funny knowing Hank. He was already imagining some rant of Hanks in his mind. The man had a flair for words. Turning his attention to the [i]drunken prom date[/i] he whistled slightly. [color=598527]Hell hath no fury like a fucking red head,"[/color] he chuckled before he started walking back towards his chair. Casting a glance towards Hank as he lifted his mug in a sort of cheers before stopping near Nigel. [color=598527]"Well it's either humor or we start singing. You really want me to start? Right now I have this lovely remix of Another One Bites The Dust and Let The Bodies Hit The Floor going through my head."[/color] Swatting at the air he grumbled. [color=598527]"No I ain't fucking singing Kumbaya you bucktooth feather brain."[/color]

[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: H6 (Quarantine: W)[/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]
	Camp Mexico Beach had brought in people over the years and they had their system down to a science it seemed but this had been the first time they had brought in such a large group of people in a very long time and it seemed that the people that had already come into the town was not going to be the last today. Through a pair of binoculars, another one was spotted off in the distance coming up the road. "Notify Admin, we have a single approaching." 

	"Admin, we have a single coming towards Whiskey Gate. Repeat, Admin we have a single coming towards Whiskey Gate." The radio crackled a bit. 

	"Rodger that, Doc will be notified, sending crew."

	Guns were ready but they were not aimed. There was a bit of a squealing sound behind the gate and then it stopped, then it went again. Then the outer gate opened and two people stepped through the gate. One was an [url=https://i.ibb.co/r6G5WSM/Maddog.jpg]older man[/url] who carried an assault riffle. It was relaxed in front of him but he looked ready to shoot if need by as he gripped a half burned cigar between his teeth. The other was a [url=https://i.ibb.co/9wzQrNK/Preacher.jpg]younger man[/url] dressed in black with his sleeves rolled up. Under his arm he had a clip board, on his shoulder he had a small pack, and in one hand he seemed to be carrying a worn black book. He was rough looking but had a priests collar on. They stopped about ten feet away from the gate. "A lot of new faces today," the younger man said. 

	"Yeah, wonder if this one was left behind from the other group," the older one muttered. 

	"Could be," was the reply before the younger man held up his free hand in greeting. "Hey there, names Atticus, what can we do for you?" he called out as he lowered his hand. He didn't know if the man would turn around and leave and go fuck it, or if he wanted shelter. It was always a toss up when someone started coming towards their walls. 

	Back in quarantine time kept on ticking away and Preacher hadn't come back. He shouldn't have taken this much time but shit did tend to come up. Daytona came through the door and quirked a brow looking at the man on the floor. Huffing slightly she stepped over towards Major and Panama. "What happened?"

	"Internal Conflict," was all the Major said. Daytona didn't seem to press the issue. 

	"Okay, well," she started before closing the space and whispering to the two. All three had a nearly silent conversation between them before Daytona left. Panama leaned back against the wall and turned his attention back to the group at hand. Major cast him a sideways glance before shrugging and looking ahead, her eyes following the woman who had knocked Ash on his ass. She had stopped yelling and backed off from the situation. Her brow rose a hair as the woman went over towards Alexander and not only picked up the pieces of the mug but dried up the coffee as well. Now she was just standing staring at the dish bin with a coffee stained hem to her robe. 
	
	"Girl is off her rocker," Panama quipped but Major didn't reply, she just stood there watching the woman as Panama's eyes went over the rest of the crowd. "But has a nice sucker punch," he muttered under his breath with a bit of a chuckle. 

	[color=ed1c24]*Remember character sheets and psychology. No one remains calm all the time. Make sure you are reacting as the character would and tap into those main character traits and fears. Fears CANNOT be overridden, that is why they are there. These are your deepest darkest fears. You act irrationally around these. You cannot override them, ever. [/color]