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[h3][color=4682b4][i][b]Ash Holloway[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=4682b4]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C)
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	[color=4682b4]"Beach."[/color] It was a simple, single word statement that was equal parts consideration and immediate approval. It wasn't his first choice, persay, though he really didn't have anything particular in mind. Over the next .7 seconds that he allowed to mull over the idea, it became more and more appealing to him. [color=4682b4]"Yes, beach. Excellent idea."[/color] he rolled off in his slightly peeking Virginian accent. Ash gave a little, crooked smile and nodded his head in agreement. When he saw that Thana was further along with her meal than himself, Ash increased his pace, eager to wrap things up so that he could have some quieter time with her. 

	The reminder that they didn't have a private beach just for the two of them resonated with Ash. He was done within a couple seconds of Thana and slid off of the stage himself, following along closely in case he was needed, and just because he wanted to be near to her. Like Thana, he bused his tray and made for the door. Also like Thana, Ash stopped mid-stride, head turning in the direction of the throng of people sitting and eating. Something piqued Ash's fight-or-flight response, tempered only by a sense of personal discipline. He forced his feet to remain where they were, yet he could not ignore the primal chill passing through his body. It took longer than he would have liked to admit to realize that what he was hearing was the sound of [i]laughter[/i], and it was coming from the Gonzalez lady. [color=4682b4]"Jesus, she's just like Caesar,"[/color] he commented, turning to look at Thana to guage her reaction. He had to give a double take as Thana was not, as expected, at his side. Instead, she voiced her concerns about the younger woman killing someone and hightailed it for the door. [color=4682b4]"Wait, um... she's [i]your[/i] friend."[/color] he said after her, mild sarcasm coloring his words. But make no mistake, Ashton J. Holloway knew when to take social cues that would result in a continuing lifespan, and thusly followed Thana out of the door posthaste. 

	The air still had the same quality of buffeting humidity that he had grown accustomed to, if not fond of, living in Georgia for the past chunk of his life. He was glad that the sun was on its way out for the day, and the more tolerable temperatures of the evening might be upon them soon. he walked along with Thana, giving her a smile every so often but otherwise simply delighting in her presence. Ash was making a conscious effort not to think about the maniacal laughter from moments ago, not the man of whom he was reminded because of it. He had a beach to go to and a lovely lady with which to walk upon it. That was all that mattered. 




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[h3][color=dc143c][i][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=dc143c]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Mess Hall (C)
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	The most Thalia could do at this moment was stare down at the Major, wondering precisely what the hell she was talking about. Not only did she [i]not[/i] address the subject put before her, that being a possible psych evaluation (or maybe she did in Russian and she couldn't tell; it was not one of the languages that Thalia spoke), but she began talking about what Thalia could only assume was a point of philosophy. It reminded her a little of her "Intro To" courses from college, both psychology and philosophy. Not that she ever got a hell of a lot of use from them aside from making the necessary credits to get her degree. And a fat lot of good that degree did her, what with the world turning into a buffet line for walking corpses not but shortly thereafter. The Major did motion for her to sit, though. It was with a slightly exasperated look that Thalia took her up on her offer. 

	[color=dc143c]"Do [i]I[/i] ask why I pulled the triggah?"[/color] inquired Thalia. She wanted to make sure that this was a personal question and not something rhetorical. Major wasn't wrong though - Thalia had killed many people. The woman must have talked with Thana about her traveling companions, Thalia included. She didn't know how to feel about that. [color=dc143c]"Whrn I had to take a life, I didn't think about it. Happened 'cause it had to."[/color] Her trademarkable directness was in the forefront just then. It seemed stupid not to, considering that Thalia needed a psych evaluation from her and by extension of the fact that she was qualified to administer such an evaluation, she might be able to tell if Thalia was lying, hiding something, or taking too long to answer. Off-guard questions were fun that way. [color=dc143c]"Every single time it was clean. Protect someone; me or someone close. And [i]some[/i] assholes? Leave them alive it endangers a laht of others."[/color] So long as she was sitting, she might as well eat. Sushi didn't exactly keep for very long. Popping a bite into her mouth, she followed up, [color=dc143c]"Navy..."[/color] It was a minor conversational setback. Thalia was the only one who called Thana this so it probably required clarification. [color=dc143c]"Did [i]Thana[/i] talk to you about Eden?"[/color] She'd get back to the parts about finding humor in insanity later on. Thalia had quite laughed enough for one evening.