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[h3][color=4682b4][i][b]Ash Holloway[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=4682b4]Location:[/color][/b][/i] CMB Graveyard
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	Ash was a man who showed his emotions by actions; usually background actions at that. He provided for, exchanging slices of his time and sleep to ensure that others were safe and fed. Potentially at the cost of his own well-being. This was who he was. Not just during the onset of the apocalypse, either - he was noted for this during his career with the Army, looking to the needs of the people under his command. Displays of emotion were uncommon for him. Likewise, support in a more personal way was not exactly his forte. Yet the last chapter in his life had changed him in an incremental way. So much as he was interested in resuming some semblance of duty to his friends and support their escorts in maintaining site security, Jack and Tatiana appeared on the periphery of his senses. The need to uphold civil duty fell away as he strode over to them and swept them both into a familial embrace. 

	It didn't last long, and in fact when Ash pulled away he looked to be a little surprised at himself. People hugging while packing heat openly was not precisely the mainstay of yesteryear. It was previously a thing which was out of character for the man, anyway. Still, life was change. And if he had a moment of being a little more open in his grief (which previously he might have called a moment of weakness) in the midst of something that might drive others to even more open shows of emotion, then this could very well be considered a sign of progress on his part. Psychologically speaking, anyway. [color=4682b4]"Yeah, sorry. Ah, about that..."[/color] he said softly, his Virginian accent inflecting with greater emphasis than usual. Certain things he still had difficulties expressing.

	Following what might have been an awkward moment of recovery, Ash straightened himself up and reassumed the outward demeanor of a soldier, if not exactly uniformed as such. He looked again in the direction of Amelia and Riley, who seemed content to stand their watch near the priest, and gave them a little nod. These four were what remained of his family from Newnan - such as family existed for any of them anymore, choice in the matter was just as valid as blood. Possibly even more. Ash would spend the remainder of the time staying with the group, having their backs and trusting implicitly that they would have his. Having said his peace, Ash took to watch. 




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[h3][color=dc143c][i][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=dc143c]Location:[/color][/b][/i] CMB Graveyard
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	Thalia's features softened a little when Atticus put Lola's information down on paper. She wouldn't have to handle it herself, which was probably for the best considering that she had half a mind to sneak out of the community with a pointy metal implement and do the job herself, if that was the only option open to her over time. [color=dc143c]"Gracias,"[/color] she rasped quietly, taking a step away so that others might speak with him, if they suddenly felt the need to. 

	Now that the point of their visit out here was concluding, Thalia felt old habits slipping back into her persona. The sorrow of the occasion was being suppressed, as was even her feelings of guilt from earlier. A small amount of anticipation crept in, likely the result of realizing that she was out in the open and not quite at 100%, which galvanized her sense of awareness. Thalia noted the position of Daytona in relation to the others, as well as Atticus. It was a given conclusion that they were not fully trusted confidants of the community yet, and she was curious as to how readily either of their chaperones would put a bullet into anyone present to grieve, were something compromising to occur. But those were just the ones closeby. Thalia likewise noted the movements of Joaquin and Bass. This had all the earmarks of establishing a growing perimeter. Not to mention that the continuing change in position made it more difficult to establish a static plan of action, in anyone on the inside of their circle decided to do something stupid. Her brother might very well be cold blooded enough to put to death every last man and woman present, if it came to that. She knew how her family ticked. Thalia herself might survive such a thing, though not for any superior skill on her part. Familia looked out for familia. Joaquin might pass her over, knowing that she would reciprocate. All the same, she had friends here. It would be a pity and a shame. 

	But even ignoring this extreme flight of fancy, the look around their immediate surroundings gave her a bit of pause. Tactically speaking [i]HOLY FUCK THE ARMY GUY JUST HUGGED PEOPLE[/i] ...ahem, tactically speaking, if outsiders were to want to make a move or capture hostages, staking out a recently utilized graveyard might be a perfect place to do exactly that. Catch them in the middle of a service. No way that the nameless, faceless "They" might know that no one present particularly gave a rat's ass about the most recently interred person there. They did not look to be on advantageous ground if the living attacked. So her thoughts turned to the possibility of escape routes with cover. Already the shield was slowly rising to begin to cover the lower half of her face, and her knees bent slightly to maintain her original height as she moved to the balls of her feet. The motion of her pistol was hidden behind the great shield, tension and readiness gathering in the same moment. 

	It was about this time that Thalia realized that her expression was likely as hard as her thought process. And she was within plain view of the Padre, plus whomever was standing with him. In this case, the two women from Newnan who were sporting fresh scalp stubble. Adopting a more guarded outlook, Thalia gave a small, partly sarcastic smile. She cocked her head to one side and asked, [color=dc143c]"Hey, you girls into amputees?"[/color] It was unclear whether she was joking or not. The wink she gave didn't help.