[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=deb887]Hank Wright[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/42caf8d1-cfa3-4446-9053-d8ec1d9d5eb7.gif[/img][hr][b][color=burlywood]Location:[/color][/b] Quarantine (Conference Room)
[b][color=deb887]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=deb887]"Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Wayne!"[/color] shouted Hank, already leaning as far away from his survival buddy as was humanly possible and still remain more or less in his recliner. He wouldn't at all have been surprised if the guy didn't hear any of what he had just yelled; neither the invocation of his theoretical Lord and Savior nor his given birth name, owing to the noise megaphoning from his ass at the moment. Hank had been subjected to the horrors that the man's colon were capable of producing, given enough time and raw materials to work with. [color=deb887]"This is [i]one of the reasons[/i] they kicked us out of Amish country, you asshat!"[/color] That wasn't fully a fair statement. Of course, certain creative and social differences led to their being asked to vacate, but it really, really didn't help matters any that Wayne could out-oompah the entire brass section of a symphony orchestra with a single blast of his Horn Resounding. 

	As it came to it, Hanktholomew P. Wright was seated directly at ground zero, fully in repose, not expecting that he needed to have his shiniest survival instinct keyed up and ready to roll. As a result, this was as surprising to him as it was horrifying. Realizing that merely moving his head a foot of two away from the hellmouth that was Wayne's ass, he snatched a cushion from the nearest chair to him and began to wave it in an only marginally successful attempt to beat back the warm, fetid gust of methane and evil that began to slowly fill the conference room. [color=deb887]"Dead Assholes eating rotting pig crotch would lose their goddamn appetite!"[/color] 

	Try as he might to get his mind on something else, [i]anything[/i] else at this point, there was really no escaping the air pollution inside of Quarantine. And as much as Hank was bitching about it, he also felt too lazy to actually move from his chair. It was a decent enough recliner and smell or not, he was stubbornly going to stay on it until either it caught fire, or he really had to find a bathroom. Still, he barely had the facilities to notice in any meaningful way the movie that Nigel had just put on, nor the arrival of the Padre until he began giving out room assignments. At that time, Hank looked from Wayne over to Nigel, then back to Wayne, and smiled a little. While the others were getting their groups jumbled up, [i]their[/i] little circle of fun was kept mostly intact. Fine, whatever. Even if Sportacus was a stick-in-the-mud in dire need of letting shit go, and Wayne was venting toxic gas from his rectum, it was going to be a hell of a lot easier to get some shuteye with these people around. The Devil You Know, and all that. 





[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=4682b4]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/92d5f43a-8b98-4f28-9d91-88707ca27ccf.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Quarantine (Conference Room)
[color=4682b4][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Ash eyed Beatrice thoughtfully. After a second or two, he gave her a small, quiet nod. At heart, he was still an officer. Or at least a soldier, and it did tend to color a lot of the decisions that he made and the way that he handled things. He was a team player kind of guy when there was an objective, and that objective most recently had been pure survival, moving from point A to point B. They were able to, in Ash's mind, because they had a strong identity as a unit, be that unit a family, a military patrol, or both. The human equivalent of a pack of wolves traveling with purpose. If Beatrice's advice was sound, great. But until they were actually accepted into Mexico Beach (and not just Quarantine), they were still [i]his people[/i].  

	Ash knew that he and Beatrice had differing ideologies that way. He remembered her as being a distant, standoffish woman, prone to individualistic behavior. Or to continue with the analogy, a Lone Wolf type. Because of exactly that reason, Ash was surprised to see that she was with a continuing group for over a year now, let alone in charge of them. Perhaps things had changed with her. To his experience, it would have been a change for the better - Lone Wolf types got people unnecessarily killed. 

	He was grateful to the former Team Eden for their efforts; efforts that he did dearly wish that he could have been a part of. He had even been training himself for just that thing for a while before Mother Nature accelerated and altered the plan, destroying their home in the process. Well, as that religious iconography of yesteryear often said in stylized font: "People plan, God laughs". He must have been chuckling extra hard that day. And even then, Beatrice's group had sustained their own losses, as evident by a lack of faces from the last time he saw them and that two of them now qualified for handicapped parking. [color=4682b4]"Good seeing you again, Beatrice. It must have been a rough year. Thank you."[/color] He spoke succinctly but not coldly. She didn't seem to be up for a big reunion, and to be honest Ash wasn't in the most cheerful of moods either. 

	Unfortunately, Ash's opportunity to introduce himself formally to the others was lost in the jumble of whatever argument Wayne was having with his ass. Try as he might to ignore this, Ash simply could not. He waited for a moment or two, eyes widening in disbelief at the continued reverberation and the reactions around the room to it, one of which being Amelia finding a quiet spot to vomit. Not subtle, but an honest response to the world around her. As soon as it died down, his objective was stymied again by the arrival of the priest with their room assignments. Ash looked back to Beatrice, quietly confirming, [color=4682b4]"Looks like I'm with the kid."[/color] He gave a glance over to the one who Beatrice introduced as Manny, the third one in his assigned room. It was then that he realized that the older man wasn't part of the initial group that he had parted ways with all those months ago. Moving to meet up with the three of them; Thalia, Alexander, and Manny, he first addressed the one with whom he was totally unfamiliar, Manny. [color=4682b4]"Name's Ash."[/color] He was pretty sure that he had mentioned in the showers earlier, but it's a poor introduction that takes place over a bar of soap. [color=4682b4]"Seems that we're roommates. So, how did you come across these people?"[/color]   

	Ash hadn't fully noticed what was most recently put on the TV, nor was he overly paying attention. But in the back of his mind the opening music was starting to pull at him. It was familiar. And sad, somehow. 

	

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e5a2acd6-4a43-4fdf-81a0-ae19c80e184c.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] Quarantine (Conference Room)
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	It was an age old story. Guy farts, girl vomits, room smells bad. Really bad. Like a crypt that had been recently opened and not fully resealed; that plus crap. Of all the people in this room, they did seem to be the ones in the best of spirits, though, the older people who kept messing with each other. Maybe that was the secret to maintaining your overall calm in the world today. Okay, so [i]two[/i] of the older people in the group over there. The loudest, most obnoxious, know-it-all older people who, for whatever reasons unknown to rational humanity, remained looking positive and genuinely seemed to enjoy whatever was going to be thrown at them next. It was almost Zen. 

	Meanwhile, Thalia was still not really comfortable with unknown people and air conditioning. It was painfully counterintuitive to what her survival strategy had been for a long while. Keep numbers low, be ready to move. Live off of the land. Have something sharp on standby, and look out the person next to you. Always have a way out. Above all, don't let yourself get soft. That's how people died. She had just consumed the best meal that she had in a couple of [i]years[/i] and was sitting in an artificial climate powered by electricity. Getting too used to it would only be a liability when it ceased to function down the road a ways. Even now, Thalia lamented the lack of a stout ash pole, fire treated to a flat, copper-hard point. 

	She was so much different than when the apocalypse started.

	Considering that Army Captain had said that they would talk when they got settled in, it came as no surprise when he began to walk over to their little section of Quarantine. Finally, she might get some answers to a few burning questions that she had about her family and old friends that had survived the apocalypse but had passed afterward, that she heard from others made it to Newnan for a time. When he stopped to have some cryptic conversation with Bea, that was okay. She was the bitch in charge. It made sense. Then the farting. Okay. Then room assignments. Oh, she was with Tatiana and someone named Riley - must be someone else from the Newnan people. She could talk ballet and get the scoop on some things to pass their time. Great. But when [i]that[/i] was done, instead of speaking to her like he mentioned that he was going to, Army Captain went to talk to Manny, like she was forgotten somehow.  

	[color=dc143c]"[i]Pareces el tipo de chico que mi prima hubiera follado por deporte[/i].[/color][sub]1[/sub][color=dc143c]"[/color] Oh, [i]that[/i] got his attention. She sideeyed the man with obvious annoyance, but followed up with, [color=dc143c]"Nah, you finish up with Manny and do you. Just remember that I'm still around and we have stuff to talk about. ¿Esta bien?[/color][sub]2[/sub][color=dc143c]"[/color]

	Okay, that was not the way to handle it. They were going to be around each other for a few days and there would have been plenty of time to talk. Thalia silently swore at herself for acting so rashly like that; directness was part of who she was, but impatience was [i]not[/i]. A lot of stuff was starting to weigh on her. She must just be tired. The moment it was feasible to do so, she was going to get some well needed sleep.


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1	=	You look like the kind of guy my cousin would have fucked for sport.
2	=	Is that okay?
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