[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: (Inside Quarantine: W) Locker Room > Conference Room
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center][hr] Keeping as compliant as possible, Victor followed Doc's instructions as he was poked, prodded and pricked. He kept still, allowing the man to do his job in complete and utter peace. The cold steel of the stethoscope on his chest was a welcome temperature, even whilst being in a building with air conditioning, the needle was less welcome but not a bother. Victor simply breathed through it like a pro. When Doc put a wrist band on Victor's left hand he lifted it and looked at it curiously, it was lime green in colour. Must be some kind of labeling system they had for their new arrivals to show at a glance any immediately known issues perhaps? It was intriguing and he wanted to ask more but also did not care to show too much interest as well, lest they figure out what he could do before he was ready to share. He dropped his hand back down to his side as he listened to the initial prognosis. 

He wasn't as bad off as he had thought, that was very welcome news indeed. So welcome, in fact, that he let the relief show on his face as quickly as it vanished when Doc mentioned he may need to go into the hospital. He reeled in the worry a little, not so much that it wasn't noticeable but more that it wouldn't show as complete and utter panic as he addressed Doc. [color=khaki]"Thank you, Michael. To know that my cough may not be as bad as eet sounds, it is many relief to this old man."[/color] He placed his newly banded hand to his chest and bowed his head in inclination towards Michael. [color=khaki]"I will keep an eye out for this S.B., I doubt she ees so scary as you say. Maybe she'd be nicer eef she was not called S.B. to newcomers!"[/color] He let a small chuckle loose. As much as Doc was slightly growing on him, it would take more than a few giggles to break down his shell properly.

He took the bottle of pills as they were handed to him, clasping them in his left hand before opening and taking one out as instructed, he screwed the lid back on and popped them into the pocket of his robe before then taking the bottle of water with his right hand. Victor did as he was advised and took one extra mouthful of water to ensure the pill did not lodge in his parched throat. He relished the fresh water and he couldn't help himself as he polished the bottle of water off. [color=khaki]"Apologies, I was most thirsty. Did not even realise 'ow much so."[/color] He watched as Doc sat down and he listened intently as he spoke. Sitting down beside him on the bench, Victor placed the empty bottle on the floor at his feet and looked at the questionnaire that Doc handed to him. It was to be expected, being asked a bunch of personal questions. He considered carefully what he was going to divulge, reading through each question before writing even his own name.

Furrowing his brow, Victor began to fill the questions in. He took care over what he was writing and purposefully wrote it in his native tongue before providing the English translations beside them. It would help solidify his bilingual statement at the least. Once he had completed each question, he handed the paperwork back to Doc and followed his lead as they left the locker room and headed towards the conference room where the convoy that Victor had followed earlier were now situated. His heart began to race quicker, could there be anyone he had been searching for these last 10 months be behind the door? He had no idea how he'd react if they were, would they be happy to see him? Would they be upset? He was uncertain how it could play out but likelihood was that he was going to see a bunch of strange faces behind the door and his worries would all be for naught. His feet felt heavy and his mind was light as he moved forward, Doc's back the only thing keeping him in the here and now.

He stood to the side, Maddoc behind him, while Michael announced their arrival. He turned and took one step into the room before he glanced around some faces that were unfamiliar before he was stopped in his tracks as he saw the one thing that had kept him moving forward in the world, the only thing more than just instinct. His eyes found them, but were they real? Had he finally snapped and lost his control? [color=khaki]"Ma famille..."[/color] His voice cracked as his hands rose up to cover his mouth, his stomach was in turmoil and he felt as if he were going to be sick with joy, with worry, with relief, it was as if his body couldn't choose what to be. So instead of one thing, it chose to lose all ability to function and his knees buckled beneath him. He slumped to the floor in a half upright pile as tears streamed down his face. His hands now reaching out towards Tatiana, Jack and little Jamie. His voice croaked as he spluttered out a few nearly incoherent words. [color=khaki]"Je vous ai trouvé."[/color]
[hider=Questionnaire][color=green]Name: Victor Bonheur[/color]
[color=green]Age: 57[/color]
[color=green]Birth Date: October 31st[/color]
[color=green]Race: Caucasien[/color]
[color=green]Where were you born: Nice, France[/color]
[color=green]Where were you when the outbreak occurred: Orlando, Floride[/color]
[color=red]Who were you before the outbreak: Un père.[/color]
[color=red]Who are you now: Un vagabond à la recherche de sa famille[/color]
[color=green]Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Oui[/color]
[color=green]If so, why did you leave: Pas par choix, les éléments ne pardonnent pas.[/color]
[color=green]Did you serve in the military: N/A[/color]
[color=green]If so, what branch/rank/specialty: N/A[/color]
[color=green]Any known medical issues: Cœur endommagé.[/color]
[color=green]Any special needs: Logement au rez-de-chaussée et lit bas, s'il vous plaît.[/color]
[color=red]Any special skills: Pas vraiment. Je suis bilingue et joue du piano.[/color]
[color=green]What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Pressage des fleurs.[/color]
[color=red]Your most traumatic moment: Non. Répondra une fois que je te fais plus confiance.[/color]
[color=red]Why are you still alive: Un peu de chance et de bonnes personnes, surtout la chance ces derniers temps.[/color]
[color=green]What are you seeking: Sanctuaire et famille.[/color][/hider][hider=Questionnaire (Translated)][color=green]Name: Victor Bonheur[/color]
[color=green]Age: 57[/color]
[color=green]Birth Date: October 31st[/color]
[color=green]Race: Caucasian[/color]
[color=green]Where were you born: Nice, France[/color]
[color=green]Where were you when the outbreak occurred: Orlando, Florida[/color]
[color=red]Who were you before the outbreak: A father.[/color]
[color=red]Who are you now: A wanderer looking for his family.[/color]
[color=green]Have you ever been part of a large group since the outbreak: Yes[/color]
[color=green]If so, why did you leave: Not by choice, the elements are unforgiving.[/color]
[color=green]Did you serve in the military: N/A[/color]
[color=green]If so, what branch/rank/specialty: N/A[/color]
[color=green]Any known medical issues: Damaged heart.[/color]
[color=green]Any special needs: Ground floor accommodations and a low bed, please.[/color]
[color=red]Any special skills: Not really. I am bilingual and play piano.[/color]
[color=green]What would you enjoy doing if you had time to: Flower pressings.[/color]
[color=red]Your most traumatic moment: No. Will answer once I trust you more.[/color]
[color=red]Why are you still alive: Some luck, and good people, mostly luck lately.[/color]
[color=green]What are you seeking: Sanctuary and family.[/color][/hider][hr]