[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) & Q6 (East Gate) [/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 51% covered with thick dark clouds[hr]
		The two men at the gate watched the new comer. The older of the two chewing on his cigar a bit as the priest tilted his head to the side. The man was flipping from French to English and back again. The priest didn't speak French but it was an easy language to recognize when one heard it. Looking over to the man with the gun after a brief moment. "You speak French right?" Atticus asked and the man shook his head. 

	"Not that French," he muttered. At the man started having a coughing issue Atticus went over to him as the man with a gun pulled out a radio. "Maddoc here, send Doc over to Whiskey gate, we got a patient."

	"Rodger that," the radio crackled. There was a few moments pause before it crackled again. "Docs on the way."

	Atticus looked over in Maddoc's direction and nodded a bit before kneeling down and opening his pack. Pulling out a small silver pack, he ripped it open and cracked it a few times. Holding it out to Victor he smiled a bit. "Put this on the back of your neck. It'll help cool you off," he said as he stood back up and slung his pack back into place. "Heats a bitch down here, doesn't make things easier."

	"Before we let you in the gate, you need to hand over your pack, any weapons, loose belongings, and the like. We have a quarantine area we will need to keep you in for the next week with some others," Maddoc said as he started to step over to the two men. It was the same whether it was one coming through the gate on foot, or a dozen coming through in convoy. You didn't just enter an established community with weapons. Sure Newnan had been more lax about the bringing people in but even they demanded your weapons until you were cleared by the staff. 

	"Yeah, it's to keep any disease from infecting the rest of the town and to give you an evaluation. Don't worry. We'll get you out of the heat, the doc to check you out and he'll run some blood work. Get you cleaned up, fed, and a place to sleep," Atticus explained before looking down at his clip board and flipping a page. 

	"Room assignments?" Maddoc asked and Atticus nodded. 

	"Yeah, will need to shift some of the men around but I can make it work," Atticus said as read over what he had written down before flipping the page back and sticking the clipboard back under his arm. Looking at Victor he smiled a bit. "Been alone a while?" he asked while he waited for Victor to hand over his things and for the Doc to arrive at the gate. 

	Meanwhile, back in quarantine it seemed that the little ballerina wasn't the only one start yelling. The kid decided it was a hell of a time to start in on his own rant. Directed right at the mom and then towards Panama and Major. The Major just stood there but Panama started chuckling. "Right, not losing your shit. Pot meet the fucking kettle," he laughed and shook his head. He hadn't found the situation funny, not until now. Here the kid was barking the most hypocritical speech he had the pleasure to listen to in a long damn time. That kid had more than a few screws loose that was for sure. Screaming at the woman, after she calmed down. Critiquing her parental skills and criticizing everything after she had left the situation. While laying all his shit out for the world to see. And now trying to make nice to her? Looking towards Major, he chewed a bit on his toothpick. "Your estimate?" 

	The major just kept watching, she had seen this type of scenario time and time again with new people. They would finally be in a place where they weren't having to watch their back as often. They would have food in their stomachs and be clean. Then shit would hit the fan. Someone would blow up, a fight would break out. It was bound to happen. Fights happened, they were just part of human nature. She would have said something but she didn't. Remembered what she had seen in the woman's showers. The marks on the young mothers back. If all she did was punch someone after that, the little ballerina was the least of her worries when it came to this group. Giving a sideways glance towards Panama she thought about his question before looking ahead again. "Later."

	[color=ed1c24]*Remember to check your CS's before you post periodically to stay on track.[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/sbLCdpf/Tati2.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Psychology, People Reading[/center][hr]
	Standing there, with her hand still over the dish bucket, Tatiana rubbed her fingers together. A bit of blood was coming from two of them, having nicked herself when she picket up the broken mug. Jack wasn't getting involved, which to her was a good thing, even if a bit disappointing. No one here had ever seen her like this. The screaming, the tears, the punch. While they had never seen it, it wasn't the first time. She remembered back when she was small. Still in Russia during the war. After she had hidden beneath a pile of corpses as her parents were executed. It was cold and wet, she was a child, all alone in the middle of a war. The firing squad had left her parents and the rest of the dead to rot. Long before a time where one had to worry about the dead walking again. She climbed out pile of bodies to her parents. Trying to wake them. She screamed, she cried, she even slapped her fathers body. Anything to try to get him to open his eyes. She slept that night curled against their bodies and woke up with their blood soaking parts of her clothing. The next day she started walking and was alone. She was alive, she survived. She was doing the same now. 

	Riley hadn't taken her warning, she had just snapped on her. Without understanding or compassion. She shouldn't have expected more. That was how humans were. If you didn't react the way they wanted you to they would turn their back on you. Yeah, Tatiana had [i]shit[/i] to work out but Riley hadn't been trying to help with that. Riley had been trying to defuse a situation. There was a vast difference. Instead of helping her comment was just fuel to a fire but Tatiana was beyond reacting. Riley needed to put her attention elsewhere anyways, her own woman was losing her shit. As out of left field her own screaming and emotions had come from there was a purpose. Ash needed to let his own shit out, now, before it got worse. Before he pulled a James. If he wouldn't let it out now, he never would, and she wasn't going to waste her time trying to get it out of him. She had other plans. 

	As Hunter tore into her, she just stood there. It didn't matter that he was standing close to her screaming, or that it was loud enough to burst her and Alexander's ear drums, or that Alexander had asked people not to yell. She didn't move. Still rubbing her fingers, pushing the blood around a bit. Her hair falling to the side some as he eventually came over to her and spoke. She didn't look at him. She just spoke simply as she slowly looked up and towards the wall in front of her. If she was in a laughing mood, she would have thought the whole outburst that Hunter had funny as hell. He hadn't said anything when she had her own outburst. No, he had waited, until things were calmed back down to snap. Only stirring the pot. [color=a187be]"You knov nothing."[/color] It was all she said. And it was calm when she spoke. Slowly her head turned to look at him, her face stained with the tears from her outburst. Wiping the blood from her hand on her robe she came him the oddest of smiles before she turned and walked back over to the couch. Grabbing the pack that had been given to her. And she kept walking, to the wall on the left hand side of the room. Placing the back on a table that lined the wall she took a deep breath. 

	Unzipping it she pulled out a pair of pants and slipped them on under her gown and her robe. Once they were up and zipped she pulled out a purple t-shit that was in there. Flipping it over and laying it flat on the table before she slipped the robe off and let it fall to the floor. There was a hint of discoloring on her back from where the gown she still had on was tied into place. The woman had seen it in the shower. No one noticed, or if they did, they didn't say anything. It was something she had kept hidden, covered all these months since she had been reunited with some of the people from Newnan. Yet, it had been seen in the showers. Why hide it now? They were safe, to a point. She was changing, end of story. Keeping her back to the group she reached up and untied the gown, and then she reached behind her and untied the rest of it. The gown fell from her as she slipped her arms out and revealed her back to anyone and everyone. She had once had a lovely tattoo that spanned the skin but now, it was so distorted due to the damage, it only made parts of her skin darker than it had been before. The ink blot light city at her lower back seemed to now have nothing but scaring above it, almost looking like a skin woven phoenix rising from the destruction.  

	Picking up her shirt, she fluffed it out and slipped it on. Making sure to keep her back to the group as not to expose her front. It rolled up at her neck in the back. Reaching up, she pulled it down and covered the massive scaring. While the women had seen it in the showers, it would be the first time that any of the men had seen it, even Jack. Dropping the shoes that had been given to her on the floor she slipped her feet into them. Kneeling down to tie each of them in turn. Once everything was in order she picked up her pack and slung it over her shoulder. Picking up the robe and the hospital gown she wadded them up. Turning, Tati started to walk towards the guards. [color=a187be]"Vhere do I put these?"[/color] she asked. 

[color=ed1c24]* Warning, link to image is disturbing and may cause triggers. [url=https://i.ibb.co/yFG2CHC/Tatisscars.jpg]Depiction of  Tati's Scars[/url][/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/CbZw9nJ/cast-happy-chris-meloni.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] Improvised Weapons[/center][hr]
	The resident psycho of the group had figured that was that. The woman had walked away, he had walked away. People were snippy but the world was calm. So why not get dressed? He followed Hanks lead from earlier and slipped on his pants first before taking off his gown and robe. The man had a tattoo on his left arm. It wasn't very detailed, just Jesus crucified. Then there were the numerous old scars that seemed to be everywhere. His arms, his back, his chest, his torso, and even vanishing beneath the waist line of his pants. Most of them looked to be older ones, long healed and faded but there was no missing them. Pulling out a t-shirt from his bag he started to pull it on.

	Yup, things were quiet. For all of a few moments before that kid from earlier decided to open his trap. Wayne stopped half way putting his shirt on, it held for a moment as the slew of mind snapping self righteous hypocritical vomit spewed from the kids mouth. The shirt got pulled down slowly as Wayne looked at him. Whatever mirth Wayne had had faded. His head tilting to the side slightly as he leaned down and with one hand swiped up the robe he had had on. The cotton belt that was through the robes loops was getting gradually pulled out from it. Wayne's eyes never leaving the kid. 

	The kid was yelling not ten feet from her and right by the man who had already dropped a cup of coffee over one out burst. Wayne started walking towards him. A part of the length of cotton belt wrapped around one hand. The rest of the belt and the robe in his other. Wayne had had that look in his eye before. That expression. Hank would see it from time to time when shit hit the fan back when it was just the two of them. The first time he had gotten it was when he had been a detective up in New York. When he had beaten a suspect nearly to death and bit one of the mans fingers off before spitting it onto the sidewalk. That had been the beginning of Wayne's decent into [i]fuck it all.[/i]

[color=ed1c24]*Please note, his actions are not drawing attention for various reasons. Only reasonable observations check rolls will be allowed. People are focused elsewhere. [/color]