[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/2jArSRj.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Camp Mexico Beach: Q6 (East Gate) > H6 (Outside Quarantine: W)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center][hr] His eyes watched in curious fascination as the gates rolled closed, his mind was so pre-occupied and his body so out of practice, that when the jeep began to move, Victor started in his seat and grabbed the nearest solid surfaces his hands could grab. One of those things just happened to be Doc's raised arm, the one closest to Victor. Victor spluttered his words out as he quickly moved his hand to the roll bar, mimicking Doc's posture to keep the motion from being too much for him. [color=khaki]"Pardonne-moi!"[/color] It had been a very long time since Victor had been in a moving vehicle and the motion made him feel a little queasy despite the slow speed that they were moving. It felt strange to feel warm skin again, like a distant memory from a life long since past. Too bad it wasn't with a beautiful woman, but looking at Doc again, at least it was with a beautiful man.

As they drove forward, Victor soon forgot about the embarrassment of feeling up a stranger and his abdominal discomfort when he began to notice how kept together everything looked inside the walls. It was nice not to feel like an old, used up tyre compared to the younger survivors he'd encountered in the After so far, well except for Ms. Sally. He really did miss that woman. He felt his eyes well a little as he watched everything going by, the sounds of the children laughing as they played ball just cemented his feelings. He missed so many people, so many places, so many things that he'd never see or experience again. He gave weak smiles and half waves to those they passed that greeted him and the men he traveled with but couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

As Atticus gave him the tour, he listened as best he could but knew that very little would be retained in this first recounting of locations and buildings. He appreciated the young priest, he seemed a very genuine and good sort but Victor had no doubt that the man could handle himself if the time should come. He wondered how long until this place too, would fall. He silently chastised himself as he thought it but there was still a part of him that screamed that he was right. As the jeep slowed, Victor watched the children pass by and looked to where Atticus pointed. Education centre, so they had more than a few children that was as uplifting as it was heartbreaking from Victor just then. He ran his fingers through his beard as the thoughts spun around his head, his fingers entwining amongst the rough, matted hairs. He winced and took in a sharp breath as he accidentally pulled a few hairs out when Atticus mentioned their hospital. That was a place Victor was uncertain if he wanted to set foot into.

When the vehicle stopped outside a hotel looking building, Victor stayed put as the two younger men spoke. He listened and wondered who the young boy was and what medicine that Michael was giving him before catching himself and scowling the thoughts away. He rubbed at his eyes with the cuffs of jacket, removing the remaining moisture from his face as best he could before deciding he wasn't going to win with this damn humidity and that any tears would look just like sweat if anyone looked closely enough. Save for the slight puffiness around his eyes. He doubted anyone would care enough either way, he wasn't sure why he was so worried. It was disconcerting.

When Atticus spoke again, this time to Victor, he gave a slight smile across one side of his face - it was as much as anyone could hope for at this stage from Victor - and he gave a firm nod of the head in recognition before stating a simple [color=khaki]"Thank you."[/color] to the Preacher.

When Maddoc finally vacated the jeep, Victor took that as his cue to follow suit. Granted he did it at a much slower pace than the three other men had done, making sure to not lose his footing as he maneuvered himself out onto the ground. Once his feet were firmly planted on the concrete again, he turned and looked to Michael who was addressing him. Victor nodded along with the instructions, all of it seemed pretty simple and easy to follow - should be easy enough. He looked at the pen held in Doc's hand and smiled a little wider, thinking of his surname filled him with pride, happiness, comfort and sorrow in all equal measures. He reached upwards as his eyes rose, looking up to Michael, his fingers searching for glasses that were no longer present and he spoke in a soft, subdued tone. [color=khaki]"Victor Bonheur."[/color] It was the first time in over 30 years that he had not given his title of Doctor alongside his name.
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