[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00ff00]Jack Newnan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/598d2cfb9fa20176f42a0346bffd9a3d/tumblr_mjqny52CHt1qetpu1o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=00ff00][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (W: Conference Room)
[color=00ff00][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Russian (fluent)[/center][hr]	Jack had thought that he had changed - that he really had. He blamed his inaction previously for costing Sutton her life, for his mother's death. Sutton had left without asking him so that way he could make it out. He hadn't been fast enough to save his mother when the outbreak began. After losing Tatiana, he thought that he wasn't that person anymore - that fear didn't paralyze him, that he could force himself to move forward without any hesitation. But the more things change, the more they stay the same. He had been so confused and worried that all he had been able to do was sit on the couch, trying to keep his son calm as Tatiana and Ash had it out. 

	Sure, it hadn't been a heartless decision. There was a lot that Tatiana hadn't told him over the year that they were apart - a lot of tragedies that happened to her, sometimes to the point where Jack didn't know if physical contact from him would comfort her or not. He hadn't told her that. He hadn't talked about it. He had been so happy to have his wife and son back that he had bottled up all of that fear and anxiety, trying to convince himself that he really was a different person now. He had changed in some aspects - become more vengeful and dark - but deep down, he still felt like the kid who was too slow - the kid who wasn't fast enough to save his mother from an abusive boyfriend, to save his girlfriend, to save his wife and child. 

	Seeing Tatiana kneel in front of him... It all came rushing back to Jack's mind. It was happening again. Could she count on him? Could she depend on him? What was wrong with him? He had a million excuses and reasons for why he had stayed with Jamie on the couch, but the guilt and anxiety and fear was gnawing away at him. He wished for what was not the first time in his life that he could turn back the clock, tell his past self what to do, to not be paralyzed into inaction... but that wasn't possible. The dead rising again was the only abnormality in their world. 

	[color=00ff00]"I'm sorry,"[/color] Jack said quietly. He blinked a bit, trying to get the water out of his eyes and he smiled a bit at Jamie's giggling. Maybe he needed some therapy as well. He didn't know how to be a good father - he was trying his very best. He thought that keeping Jamie happy and calm during the fighting match, preventing him from having memories of his mother punching and screaming his uncle was the best choice of action... but maybe it hadn't been. He hadn't had the chance to take a parenting class or anything during the zombie apocalypse. He wished Miss Sally had been there - sure, he probably would've been smacked upside the head by her, but she would have had advice to help. He shut out the voices of those around him, getting off the couch, holding Jamie with one arm and wrapping Tatiana into a hug with his other arm. 

	[color=00ff00]"Я не собираюсь оправдываться. Я обещаю вам, что я сделаю лучше - я буду лучшим мужем и лучшим отцом. Я люблю тебя, Татьяна, и это никогда ничего не изменит. Мне так жаль..."[/color] he told her, speaking from the heart. He was going to be better. He was going to try his very best. Tatiana and Jamie, Ash, Amelia, and Riley - they were his family. He wouldn't fail them again - he made a promise to himself. [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: Conference Room)
[color=23D5B7][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]	Alexander was most decidedly not fine in her opinion. Some exclaimed in annoyance as she tackled and pinned Hunter to the ground, but she didn't care. A part of her noted that all of the men present were just sort of doing emotional declarations, while it was the women who were taking physical action - take that, gender roles! She eyed someone moving towards her, but it didn't change her course of action. The attitudes of those watching them didn't help to shake Beatrice out fo the juvi mindset. The guards in juvi had pretty much felt similarly whenever a fight broke out - sometimes they'd intervene, but more often than not they didn't care. 

	One of the people here seemed to be enjoying her actions - and Beatrice wasn't sure how to feel about that exactly. Instead of contemplating the moral implications or the philosophical ones, she instead turned her eyes back down to the man she had pinned to the ground. Well, he wasn't much of a man in her opinion. The nickname of [i]the Hulk[/i] did cause Beatrice to chuckle slightly. [color=23D5B7]"I've been called worse,"[/color] she said, her way of saying that she approved of the nickname. It was better than Double Decker by a long shot - but she also did like Killer Bea. The stern voice coming from the boy she had pinned caused her to roll her eyes. That hadn't been one of the options she had given him. Speaking with that voice, swearing at her to get off? That wasn't going to give him the outcome he wanted. 

	She glanced back at Thalia, not wanting to admit that it [i]had[/i] bothered her when Thalia called her an angry cunt. She also didn't want to admit that her stomach felt a bit like marshmallow fluff around the woman at times. Her gaze returned to the man she had pinned beneath her. As much as she was angry at him for the things he had done, causing Alex's panic attack, she realized he was too weak to even fight back. This humiliation to his pride might do more than breaking his arm. 

	[color=23D5B7]"Don't fuck up again,"[/color] she told him, getting up off of him and rising again her to her full height.