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[h3][color=4682b4][i][b]Ash Holloway[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=4682b4]Location:[/color][/b][/i] The Bus
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	It didn't seem like there was much to do now but wait. Wait for people to board, wait for the bus to move, wait for them all to get to their destination. It was something that the Army taught him how to do like a champ; waiting. The longest periods of soul denting boredom interspersed with moments of tremendous, life threatening peril, over and over, until you were given a paper that said you had to go somewhere else. This was a little different from standard military movements, though. Now they were the civilian cargo, and everywhere was considered a field of fire.  

	The truth was that Ash didn't like going out unarmed, nor without his own group of people backing him up. The truth also was that as soon as he got out of the latter mindset, the better. At least, if he wanted to assimilate into this community more effectively. It was going to be a hard habit to break. Looking around the bus, he took to note the faces of those around him. Tatiana and Jack both seemed to have the same gut feeling that he did about staying alert. He had no doubt that if all things were equal and they had to scrap their way out of a situation, they'd be the first to have his back. Riley and Amelia looked like they usually did; so long as they had each other they were good. He didn't know the others well enough to be able to pick anything out about them. Ash knew what he'd observed in quarantine, and then it looked like most of them were trying to be on their best behavior. [i]Most[/i] of them. It was ultimately of no matter to him. They had all signed on for this, knowing that their lives would have some huge changes and that one of them would be a lack of trust at first. With due time and diligence, this would pass. 

	But so long as he was looking at faces, one stood out. It was the other Gonzalez in the back of the bus. Ash might not know Joaquin from Adam, but the expression he wore was seared into his brain from his history with the family. He risked a look forward, noting the younger lady with the prosthesis. She didn't bear that look now, but her expression was hardening into something. She and her brother weren't the allies that Alicia and Caesar were, though. Ash took another glance back to Jack and Tati. He let out a light sigh and began drumming his fingers on a knee. Tatiana got a lot harder since Newnan. Ash had a feeling that whatever went down, be it something from an outside force or internal conflict, she was the one who would have his back. 

	 But none of these were healthy outlooks on their situation at present. They were going to visit a gravesite. The assertion was backed up by Thana, and if Ash couldn't trust her then there was something wrong with him, not everyone else. Instead he forced his mind to thoughts of the deceased. James for certain, but Ryan... Ash didn't like the man. But there was a glimmer of tarnished nobility that he saw in the guy, toward the end there. Back to James, the man who he called his best friend for a good while there. He deserved better than he got back from life. As the bus pulled away and toward the eastern exit of the community, Ash's thoughts filled with colorful and, in hindsight, amusing moments about the man, even as his eyes maintained a vigil on the area around them. James was never boring. Maybe Ash would say a few words, when they got there.


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[h3][color=dc143c][i][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=dc143c]Location:[/color][/b][/i] The Bus 
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	Thalia was getting the impression that a lot of these people had their own little clique, and she wasn't cool enough to sit at their table at lunchtime. Or whatever the equivalent was here. She got a bare level of acceptance as Epic Ballerina Mom noted her presence. She arched a brow back, giving the slightest nod to her before settling back into her seat more fully - though not exactly with eyes forward and hands at her sides. Check that, [i]hand[/i] at her sides - it was more accurate to say that she took a more sideways position so that she could keep an eye on things and spring up if necessary. As it came to their surroundings, Thalia seemed more interested in who was inside of the bus, rather than that was going on outside of it. Being trapped in a rolling metal box with people she barely knew, and who outnumbered those she knew that she could trust, was not her cup of mescal. 

	This feeling lasted for a relatively short amount of time, however. It was a startlingly fast change of attitude, and this was mostly because of her formerly estranged sibling, Joaquin. While others might have been put off by his shift from being bubbly and talkative to something more akin to ...[i]her[/i], Thalia took it as a sign of advanced readiness on his part. Slowly, her eyes went to him at the back of the bus, giving a once-over to assess the man with whom she shared a father. The look of impending violence on his part actually made Thalia feel more at ease. She turned her attention to Alexander and Manny, the other two remaining from her circle of survivors, and gave them a reassuring look. If her brother's expression promised blood, and he wasn't moving against anyone immediately, then he had "clocked in", so to speak. The two of them were never especially close; Thalia and Joaquin. Nevertheless, that outward signal was all the indicator she needed right then to focus on other things. Like why she was there in the first place. 

	Somewhere outside of those walls lay the body of Lola Holler, a woman who probably saved her ass and kept her from becoming too dark, when she needed it most. Her life seemed to constantly teeter on the edge of a knife that way, like she was constantly trying not to feed her more destructive and apathetic impulses. Most of the time, Thalia was better than that. Every so often people had to remind her. The women of Fairburn, Lola, Thana, Mugsy. With out these people in her life at the right time, she might very well have become like the monster from her nightmare, months ago. Or just dead. The irony being that she would gladly rip out a throat with her teeth, would disembowel someone with no compunction whatsoever, would bring a life to a swift and messy end with either blade or bullet without hesitation, if it meant that these people were safe. Or to avenge them, as she proved decisively in Eden. So yes, Thalia was going to ease up (a little) and go to say a final farewell to Lola. As for Gavin... the thought of viewing their graves evoked a flurry of memories from that day. They were not all positive.