[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=4682b4]Ash Holloway[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/5dbf48fc-3988-4c4e-81a5-122be7b76b2b.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=steelblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] H6 (In Front of W) -> M6 (Parking Lot For X) -> M5 (N) O.B. 2G
[color=4682b4][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Maybe it was presumptuous of Ash, but he had kind of assumed that he and Thana would be bunked together, or very near to one another. Thinking about it, it really was a granted assumption. In many ways, this was still a new relationship. In others, an epic quest wherein they got each other as their prize at the end, such as they were both willing in that regard. Especially after the content of his interview, he just figured that they would be put together without the need to ask if it was alright with him. So when the question came up about stopping the request, Ash cocked his head to the side like a highly confused, floppy dog. [color=4682b4]"You bite your tongue, Commander,"[/color] he said with a growing smile. [color=4682b4]"If you stop that request I might shed some tears."[/color] He was only partly kidding. 

	So Ash was the Significant Other of an officer. Maybe one day not too far from then, Ash could pick something like his career back up and they could just be two officers sharing a flat, among other things. Goals to work toward, and he had been provided the ladder to climb to achieve this if he so desired. Not a big deal. Right now, just being with her was more than plenty. Across the street, up the stairs, and into 2G, Ash had a feeling of something akin to normalcy, like a new couple was seeing their latest apartment for the first time. Well, [i]he[/i] was seeing their new apartment for the first time. He wasn't thinking about the place he used to live, after the Apocalypse and before Newnan fell. It was nice. Maybe too big for one person, and maybe even partly a status symbol that went along with being the guy in charge. Yeah, it was nice. But simple lodging with Thana was nicer, to him. 

	He listened to her almost apologize for the living situation, even though it sounded like a tiny slice of heaven. [color=4682b4]"Yes. That's one hell of a perk and I'm grateful. If you ever need your space, just let me know, okay? But yeah, just the two of us... [i]perk[/i]."[/color] He looked around a little before his eyes settled on something familiar to him. It was brown, leather, and had fuzzy tan trim. They mentioned that they would return articles of clothing to them, and so they did. It was Leann's old flight jacket that he appropriated, following her death. Not really a reminder of his old life, but a reminder of sorts. He checked the pocket, noting the rank insignias still present within. Both his old bars and a set of oak leaves. This was where he came from. His past. Ash looked to Thana. This is where he was, and who he wanted to be with. [color=4682b4]"Everything looks perfect, Thana, just perfect. Thank you."[/color] He moved closer and took her hands, staring into her eyes, [color=4682b4]"It's a shame we have to get back to the tram so soon,"[/color] he said with some regret. But duty stops for no one, and those already part of the community had their jobs to do. They would have time to be together later, in a place where they could actually plan for a [i]later[/i]. Maybe then, he could help address the concept of her having a debt to pay off, and how he could help with that. For now, Ash was satisfied taking a quiet moment to gaze upon Thana, away from everyone else. 



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/d3b5fd39-04ec-401f-a25c-35f55d7ad76e.gif[/img][hr][b][color=crimson]Location:[/color][/b] H6 (In Front of W) -> M6 (Parking Lot For X -> Condo 17B -> Back to Tram)
[b][color=dc143c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	After having been with a tight group of people for the last year and a half, it felt a little empty with her sitting by herself while everyone else around her was making little snatches of conversation with each other. Alone she could handle, too. She had spent a whole lot of time alone. It was part of her survival strategy for a long time. Of course, the wisdom of community was solid. If she hurt herself or fell on desperate times, having people to help pick you back up was a good thing, and she had no issues doing the same for others she might have trusted. But now that she was essentially alone in a small crowd of people, her mindset of isolation grew a little from earlier that morning. 

	That, and condo? Bedroom? Thalia would have felt more comfortable with a shack and a burn barrel on the roof, or a tent someplace secluded. Nah, they wouldn't let her have that. Probably not even if she'd been around for a while and held some soldierly position or got made responsible for something, which they sure as hell wouldn't do with a stray cat like Thalia. Not ungrateful for what was handed to her, mind you. Just uncomfortable. That was the continuing status of her presence in this place, it seemed. It started with that first blast of air conditioning, and carried on to this very moment. She began to question the reasons why she had decided to stay now. The obvious and immediate answer was the same one that she kept telling herself - she needed to get stronger, she needed to train under these people. Okay, she would do so my being deprived of her worldly goods and picking up trash off of the ground and/or doing other people's laundry for a undisclosed period time? No, not undisclosed. When a job opening presented itself. Thalia suddenly felt very foolish. 

	So, she stopped by the room her sibling put aside for her. Basic amenities, roof, walls. Great. Everything she needed in basic handed to her. Curiously, none of her personal effects that she came in with. Ok, she got it the concept - no knife, no gun. They were new here. Armed was not acceptable. Most all of the rest of her stuff was odds and ends, a firestarter that she wouldn't need here, etc., but one point struck her like a hammer: Where was her shield? That was [i]very[/i] personal to her. An irreplaceable item, made by someone she cared about who was now deceased. That was a problem. 

	Her key worked. Yay. Time to rejoin the others. She had something to discuss with her dear brother later.  




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=deb887]Hank Wright[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/aba30426-d83e-4254-afa0-7c18e428f01c.gif[/img][hr][b][color=burlywood]Location:[/color][/b] H6 (In Front of W) -> M6 (Parking Lot For X -> Condo 16B -> Back to Tram)
[b][color=deb887]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	So, it wasn't a boat. Yet. A boat sounded like the kind of thing that had to come in an installment plan anyway, unless they wanted to carve one themselves out of driftwood. But this? This was nice. Can't always get everything you want [i]exactly[/i] the way you want it handed to you on a platter, and to be truthful, having something to work toward gave him a goal to accomplish. Now, if he could conceivably accomplish it while he still had enough years to enjoy the fruits of his labor, that would be great. And if it didn't work out here, well, there was a lot of coastline along the Gulf of Mexico to explore for just that purpose. 

	But all things considered, Hank really didn't see it [i]not[/i] working out here. He was open to the experience and this place beat the absolute hell out of the Amish community they gave a shot a while back. Not to mention all the other crap he and Wayne experienced and survived over the past five years. This place was great and as far as he was concerned, he earned a little easier living. Not that this place owed him a damn thing, but he owed it to himself to really make a go of it here. Really immerse. Leave the New Hampshire Sheriff behind and become the modern, post-apocalyptic Floridian that was going to survive to be an older, greyer, even more surly yet grateful bastard than he was. Maybe with a tan. Who knew? 

	Plus, Hank wasn't going to start nitpicking here and now. He had a full belly and a roof over his head, a measure of privacy if he wanted it, and apparently a row of recliners to choose from. But hold up, these were here before they got there. It seemed that a point of courtesy was in order. [color=deb887]"Uh huh, hey... that guy Dusty, straight shooter type, right? I think maybe calling dibs on a place to rest my ass (a preferred spot anyway) is gonna have to wait till we all say hi later today. If he's got a favorite recliner out of the bunch, I'm keeping away from it."[/color] He appeared to weigh the options of some moral conundrum or another, [color=deb887]"Seems only sporting there, ya know?"[/color] 

	Let it never be said that Hank wasn't a sporting man. To Wayne's insistence that their roommate, Dusty, knew what was important, Hank agreed, [color=deb887]"Priorities, my good man. Priorities. He's got 'em. Seems an alright kind of guy."[/color] Hank caught sight of something left on his bed. Not something of his from before, but left there like a gift. It was a hat. A billed cap, like the type truckers wore. A little something to cover his eyes and keep the blazing sun off of his shaved bald head. Not his style, really, but to hell with style. He wasn't trying to impress anybody. Fitting the thing to his head, he looked to Wayne, [color=deb887]"mmmYeah, let's get this tour out of the way and get settled in. I think this place is going to agree with me, Maldonado."[/color] As cynical and disagreeable as Hank was, he couldn't help but feel a sense of true optimism. This was a home that he could be a part of.