[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]
	At the gate Maddoc watched Victor with a keen eyes and they narrowed. "Why does everyone who comes here needing help think they are entitled to question shit when we are out in the open and deadies could bite their ass. Possessions won't do shit if you get bit." It was harsh but it was truth. Maddoc was of the mind set that beggars should not and could not be choosers and frankly after earlier in the day, he didn't want to listen to questions again. 

	Atticus looked at Maddoc and rolled his eyes. He believed the same but they were at the wall and had snipers above them. Looking back at Victor he held out his hand. "You can keep nothing but the clothing on your back for now. Everything must be searched for drugs, weapons, and cleaned to ensure no one gets sick. We have 300 people inside our walls. Personal items will be returned after the 1 week quarantine. All will be returned if you decide to leave. Once you step inside that gate though, you are in quarantine for the week no matter your decision."

	"Your choice Napoleon. Hand everything over now, or we walk without you," Maddoc said and Atticus gave the man a look as he kept his hand held out. There was a honk from behind the gate. "Docs here, now or never."

	"Come on man, would your loved ones, dead or alive, want to you to turn away help for what is out there?" Atticus added. This was Victors last chance, if he didn't hand things over this time, he wasn't getting in the gate and that was made obvious as Maddoc started stepping backwards towards the gate as he watched the man. 

	Atticus smiled a bit as Victor handed his things over. It was good that while the man had questions he offered his things over anyways. It was a testament to the man. "Nice, don't worry man. We've got ya," he said as he took the stuff and and gave a thumbs up to Maddoc. 

	"Open the gate!" Maddoc called up and it wheeled open. Inside the gate was a jeep with a man driving it, he was in scrubs. Another gate was behind him. Seemed they had a double gate system. The man in scrubs climbed out of the jeep and ran over, holding his stethoscope in place as he jogged. 

	"I'm Michael, everyone just calls me Doc. Let's get you in the jeep and over to quarantine. Get you cleaned up and a basic physical. Gonna have to draw some blood, hope you are okay with that," he said as Atticus took Victors things and walked passed the gate and put them carefully into the back of jeep before climbing into the drivers seat so that Doc could keep an eye on the man. "Need a hand or can you get into the back seat on your own?" he asked. The jeep was a old rag top without the top or the doors. If the man needed help he would give him a hand. If not, he would just walk next to him and climb in to the other back seat once he was situated. Once everyone was inside the gate and it was all clear. Maddoc gave the order to close the gate and climbed into the front passenger seat, waiting for Preacher to start it up. 

	Back in Quarantine, Panama looked over at Tatiana as she came over. She didn't seem to be any danger and looked to have calmed to some point. "Just toss them against the wall there for now Lil' Momma," he said as he motioned beside him and Major. The Major just kept watching her, giving a slight nod towards Tati in confirmation to what Panama had said. They could clean them out later as more changed. As Ash came over, Panama seemed a little more tense but he still wasn't doing anything. It seemed that Ash wasn't going to take revenge on her for hitting him, in fact he was the one apologizing. Major quirked a brow and watched. 

	Their attention was diverted when Beatrice tackled Monroe and Panama let out a huff as he thumped his straw cowboy hat up a bit. The Major simply observing, and catching sight of Hank seeming to cut of Wayne walk towards the kid that was just put to the ground. As Nigel asked if anyone was going to stop the madness, Major shook her head. "Everyone fights, it's what happens after that matters."

	Panama rolled his eyes. "We ain't babysitters, and you ain't kids. Seems some of y'all ain't easy to get along with and some of y'all are a bit of a bitch but hey stand there wanting people to do shit for ya. Our job is to make sure you don't leave until yer cleared by the Doc and Gunny. So why don't ya nut up or shut up fella. Shit, watching y'all I'm surprised Lil' Momma ain't decked more than one of ya, and Juggernaut there, bitch got a nice way of diffusing a situation. But hey, that's just my opinion," he said as he popped the rim of his hat up with a thump of his finger. "Hey, what you think Peanut Butter?" he asked directing his talk to Wayne, who seemed to be trying to move towards Monroe but his buddy was cutting him off. 

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[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, Counseling[/center][hr]
		Tatiana looked behind them as Panama told her where to put her gown and robe now that she had changed out of them. She balled them up in her hand and tossed them over. She looked to be calming down and looking a little nervous again. [color=a187be]"Dank you,"[/color] she said to them. She heard what was said behind her but she didn't move. Just cringing slightly at one of the replies. As Ash came over to her she wondered how it was going to go. It could have gone multiple ways. He wasn't exactly the easiest person to get through to, she had learned that first hand when she was trying to get him to deal with the loss of Alicia. That had taken a while and she had had James to help. That was a long time ago and they were both different now. Her more than him. Her head turned as he spoke and she nodded slightly, biting her bottom lip. She could hear the emotion in his voice and when he admitted he needed help she sighed a bit. [color=a187be]"I knov you do."[/color]

	There was a stop in what she was saying as the major started speaking. [color=a187be]"[sub]1[/sub]да,"[/color] she confirmed to Major before looking back at Ash. The ballerina looked a bit sad. She hadn't wanted to hit him but it happened. [color=a187be]"Vas only vay to get through to you,"[/color] she said as she tilted her head and sighed a bit. There was method to the little woman's madness. She knew Ash, probably better than anyone at this point. At least mentally. If he wouldn't talk to her, she knew she had to knock some sense into him somehow. The fact she had been holding in a lot of her own pain at the time, that he had dismissed her. It was simply a trigger. There may have been a better way but not a faster one in her mind. It was better to get his attention the physical way. Like ripping a bandage off or popping a joint back into place. He'd been in some dark places before, she wasn't letting him get there again. 

	It seemed that Tatiana wasn't the only one that figured that sometimes it was better to take a physical approach towards a situation. Her head snapping around to see Beatrice had pinned Hunter to the ground and then threatened to snap his arm. That had not been expected but considering she and the woman who had asked Tatiana to teach her to dance seemed to be protecting the man without a leg, it wasn't surprising.  

	It was time to deal with another matter, turning she walked over to her husband. Kneeling in front of Jack she let out a sigh. [color=a187be]"Stronger because of pain. Jamie fine. He baby. Cannot shield him from everything. Shouldn't. Make him veak. Veak no survive. He heard vorse. He seen vorse. He vill see more. Cannot stop. Shouldn't. Must learn to survive. I did, alone, for months, with newborn. He can handle,"[/color] Reaching out she brushed back her sons hair and he giggled, she smiled at him. [color=a187be]"Dat's my boy."[/color] Looking back at Jack the smile faded. [color=a187be]"Ash is family too. Not pretty but needed. Vould do same to you. Be protective yes. Not to point vhere veakness vins."[/color] Standing back up she kissed her husbands brow. [color=a187be]"Nothing to stop you from giving me hug after that. Protection come many form."[/color] It seemed she was a bit disappointed in her husband as well. She didn't want him stepping into the matter when she slugged Ash, but afterwards, he could have at least gotten off the couch. Baby or no, she would have for him. If she couldn't count on him for some form of comfort when she was dealing with her worst, when could she count on him?

	Looking back at Ash, Tatiana sighed a bit. [color=a187be]"I vill help you,"[/color] she said as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She would have said more but then took a bit of a turn and her head turned on a swivel as she heard Panama talking and Wayne taking the deepest breath she had ever heard. Her brow quirked as she looked towards the man that had helped get her and her son food.  

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.ibb.co/Q6X9QW8/Waynesmiles.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[b][color=598527]Skills:[/color][/b] [i]Detecting (Nat 20 roll)[/i][/center][hr]
	Wayne had a lot of personality. Most of it was bad. He was self-loathing, he hated himself. He had a big mouth, a short fuse when it came to somethings. He really didn't like people even though he liked being around people, it was a contradiction and it rarely worked out for the best. He knew every bad and dark thing about himself and his mind was in a very hellish place right then as he moved towards the kid who had mouthed off at the mother. Hank jumping in front of him probably wasn't the best idea but if anyone knew Wayne, it was Hank. They had known each other before the outbreak, even before Wayne had taken a trip upstate to the mental institution. He stopped and looked at his hetero-life mate. His eyes glazed over. Oh he had ideas for the kid. Ripping his tongue out and serving it for dinner was one of just a dozen little ideas rushing through his head. 

	There was a demented grin on his face when he was asked if he had any ideas. [color=598527]"Oh I got ideas,"[/color] he said in a sick voice. His eyes never left the kid as he looked over Hanks shoulder. Thing was because he was looking he caught the full show of Beatrice pulling a WWE move and knocking the kid to the ground. [color=598527]"HA!"[/color] he laughed as he watched the kids body crumple to the ground beneath her. That was a hell of a tackle. [color=598527]"Dropped him like a toilet seat!"[/color] He was smiling right then, broadly, too broadly. 

	That was about the time he heard Sportacus spout off about someone stopping the madness. Turning his head his smile turned into a twisted grin. [color=598527]"Madness? This! Is! Sparta!"[/color] Yeah, Wayne wasn't exactly the most likeable fella and when Panama went on his little speech he just stared at Hadrian before turning his head at the mention of peanut butter. Then he noticed that was directed at him. 

	[color=598527]"Me? Oh you want my opinion? On them?"[/color] he said motioning around the room. Wayne might have been nuts but he wasn't stupid. He was observant and efficient. He had once been a hell of a detective and while he was no fucking Freud with a big couch and cigar fetish, he could notice a lot by the way spoke and reacted to situations. The fact he was in a mood to beat someone's ass and he had a nasty streak of ruthlessness in him, he was about to probably become the most unliked man in the group. 

	Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood with his legs a bit more than shoulder length apart. His robe and hospital gown tucked under his arm and the belt still wrapped around one hand. He seemed to be inhaling a very deep breath, until his lungs couldn't hold anymore. [color=598527]"Let's start with the Lost Limb Brigade. One handed Wanda over there, ain't afraid to get in the middle of shit even if she is lacking a palm to bitch slap people with. Kuddos. The Hulk there, got a tackle that could knock The Rock on his ass, I'm taking her as the leader of her group. Peg leg over there, he got some shit. Older than me. PTSD that's gotta learn to crawl out of the jungle. Charlies dead man. And Gramps of the group is just figuring he's too old for this shit. Now my little group of miscreants well, Jelly to my Peanut Butter here. He just a cranky sarcastic old man who just wants a steak and a beer. Sportacus there, he's got a stick shoved so far up his ass he can't ever take a joke. Those who can do teach. Am I right? But he ain't bad and is a bit of a baddass. Our token white girl, she's as stubborn as an old mule and has trust issues but hey, she ain't half bad and has a nice ass."[/color] 

	He stopped but only for half a second to take another deep breath and looked over towards some more before he continued his fast paced rant. [color=598527]"Now onto the fucking worst family unit in history. We got Captain, my Captain fucker over here. He's got more issues than Playboy. Waiting for him to go all Hyde on someone's ass. Feed him to the fucking corpses? Nice one man, I like that. I'm stealing it. At least he knows he has issues. Daddio over there, oh ain't you the winner of Husband of the year? You're woman obviously could use a fucking hug but you couldn't bother to get off the damn couch. Pick up the damn kid and at least hand your wife a tissue. Or you waiting for her to kick ass and then get in the kitchen and make you dinner? Oh and let's not forget the Sinead twins over here. One having a nervous breakdown, and one walking away from her, to another non-issue at the fucking time. Bitch commit to one person with a fucking problem before trying to stick your nose into shit."[/color]

	He laughed and held out his shit to Hank, if Hank took it great, if not, his hand opened anyways and it hit the floor. Looking towards Panama he continued. [color=598527]"You, I'm figuring you're an ass, likes to stoke the fire and have some fun. We need to grab a beer. Major darling there, that bitch is cold hard core something. I'm figuring she's one that has about as nasty of a left hook as Red over there. Your preacher has probably taken more souls than he's saved. Maddog only wants people to shut the fuck up so he can do his job. And Sweet Daytona, I hope she's fucking single cause I'd love to do a whirl around the world with her."[/color]

	He was stepping around a little now. [color=598527]"Don't think I forgot about you two,"[/color] he said pointing towards Tatiana and then Hunter still pinned on the ground. [color=598527]"I just had to save the best for last."[/color] Walking over to Hunter he squatted down. [color=598527]"Now kid, you've been threatened twice and knocked on your ass once. I'm going to be the nail in your fucking coffin. You don't know shit about shit. I want to clue your fucking ass in. One, she obviously Russian. Heard her talk? Two, she's a fucking mother. Ever heard of Momma Bear? You think what she did to Cap' over there was bad? I bet that ain't shit. Now, follow me here. She's alive with her family, as fucked as they are, together. You're a god damn kid, with no one. Seems she knows a bit more about surviving than you do. You're lucky she didn't rip your throat out with her bare bands. You're lucky I didn't. You're lucky the worst you got so far was knocked on your ass. See that kid of hers? He ain't made a peep during all this. He's happy, healthy, and don't react to shit. She's obviously done a fucking better job at raising him than your did you. So let me tell you this. If you ever speak to her or any mother like that again, I will personally rip every last tooth out of yer fucking jabber jaw and string it on a necklace. Capisce?"[/color]

	Standing up he looked over towards Panama as he started stepping towards the pair of recliners. [color=598527]"Me? I'm a crazy fucker who sees a talking bucktoothed fucking fairy-corn who won't shut the fuck up about being nice. That ain't me. But you know what? I always knew I was an asshole but some of you fuckers. I doff my goddamn hat to you, if I had a hat, because you make me seem like good guy and that take some shit."[/color] Shrugging he plopped down in his recliner and put his feet up. [color=598527]"At least, that's what I think but hey, I'm an asshole."[/color]  Funny thing was, during his entire rant, he didn't raise his voice once. He just laid it all out there. Either he didn't give two fucks or he was off his meds. Probably both. Wayne Zero-Fuck's Maldonado people.