[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) Conference Room
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Victor was in his own mind, so much so that he didn't even register when young Amelia walked over his way and began to speak to him. She knew she had spoken to him, in English was all he was able to make of it, and was trying to be nice and strike up a conversation but he just could not escape his mind at that moment. He'd been absently staring at the door, ever since the fiesty femme with the fancy fingers had left earlier for her interview. He knew that he should probably respond to Amelia, it was something that was polite and expected but he just couldn't. After a short time of his inconsiderate silence, Amelia stopped her attempts and went back to sit with Riley. Inside his mind, he scolded himself for not making an effort with the poor girl. She didn't deserve to be ignored for no reason. But then another voice slipped inside and scoffed, telling him that she didn't matter in the long run - she was just another person he could lose and did he really want to get attached to more people and run the risk of losing them? Of being separated from them? Was anyone worth letting inside again?

	When the door opened and the young woman returned, his eyes drifted around the room once more without taking too much in until he heard Ashton being called for his interview. He wasn't worried about Ash, he knew he could handle himself despite the pain he was going through. What Victor's mind drifted to was, that even though he kept his skill set hidden from their jailers, he hadn't asked those who knew him to do the same. He could almost feel the pressure closing around his throat as the realisation hit him square in his chest. He breathed in, and out. In, then out. It would come, and he'd face it when it did but until then... 

	Closing his eyes, Victor allowed himself a moment. A moment to remind himself that - despite everything - he had it really freakin' good. Things could be so much worse. He reminded himself for the fiftieth time since his interview, that as much as he felt like it, they were not prisoners and he was under no obligation to be honest to strangers, even if they were providing for them. He would pay them back in a way that was indentured servitude. It was a good job that Victor's eyes were closed at this point, he heard the young brooding man who played far too much pool speaking up but paid it no attention. He had no idea who he was apologising to and frankly, he didn't care to know. That was until he heard Tatiana respond. 

	Victor's eyes snapped open and narrowed to a slit as he watched Hunter standing by his little bird. He almost even stood from his perch but when the door to the conference room opened, Victor's eyes shifted in it's direction instead and he took in the sight of Ashton re-entering the room. It was clear that he was holding himself differently, anyone with eyes could see that, but Victor tried to determine if he could find more from his movements, his posture... but it seemed he had lost his touch. Isolation had stripped him of so much it seemed. 

	His eyes took in the black eye that was forming, the blood on his pants leg and the ... school boy look upon his face? What was going on? What had happened? Victor of old would have been up like a shot, over to Ashton and checking him over, making sure there were no fractures in his cheek bone or breakage of his eye socket - something he had had to do many times in the past, namely for one Dick one more than one occasion. He'd have tried to find the source of the bleeding and stop it, ensuring Ash was okay. But instead, Victor sat on his chair and narrowed his eyes as Ashton walked in and planted himself in a seat, looking like the cat that had got the cream and was silently relishing in it's taste. It was like a unicorn - plain as day - sitting right in front of them and it really threw Victor.

	The lump remained firmly in his throat as his eyes darted around the room as he saw Riley leaving for her interview. His hand found it's way to his right ear, his fingers rubbing along his lobe as he stared at the door once more, or rather through it. He found himself reaching idly for his glasses - long since absent from his face - and a scowl formed on his face more prominently than before. He clasped his hands to stop them from roaming around his face and spun his thumbs around one another as he waited for what came next. 

	What came next was not what Victor could have ever predicted. A newcomer had arrived, same wristband as them all, but he had a different kind of pack than everyone else was provided. He knew Major. That worried Victor, for reasons he wasn't quite sure, but then a small sense of relief softened his face as he realised that their own people had to go through this procedure as well. He sat back in his chair some and let the breath he had been holding out. That was until a second figure came in, a slight limp from a bandaged injury on her thigh. Her hair was damp, as was Ashton's... Victor's eyes narrowed as he looked between the two figures unable to piece things together. When she lifted her face, the scarring was clear as a star in the night sky. She had clearly been in a major accident and Victor felt his old self peeking through, wondering what had happened and trying to figure out how the scars had happened but not making much headway before she removed her hat and Victor audibly gasped at the woman standing before them all, hands covering his mouth in complete and utter shock.

	Two ghosts had returned in the space of a week to Camp Mexico Beach - was it a good or bad omen? Victor hardly knew Thana, but to see that face once more, his heart ached. Not for Thana, but for his lost friend. Thana's twin sister who had died before Victor had ever met Thana. Tatiana's laughter pulled him back to the here and now, his eyes wandering to her, wondering why she was laughing and he blinked. He'd shifted in his seat without realising and was sitting forward now, right on the edge of his chair. Was he planning on getting up? He looked down at his feet, a confused look on his face before looking back up to Tati, then to Ash and then to Thana again. The viking armed woman from earlier walked up and hugged Thana, tears in her eyes. Victor tried swallowing that lump that was blocking his throat up, stopping him from saying [i]anything[/i] but it didn't budge. He slipped himself back into his chair and blinked, making sure that the ghost before him didn't disappear before his eyes.[hr]