<div style="text-align: center">《 Kennedy 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Armando</i><br/>
<br/>​</div>Eddie nodded to Armando. He wasn't just good at fishing, he was good at all things camping, too and glad to share that skill with the group. He was content to see to the fire, seemingly unaware of there were tensions between people. For him, it was easier to just occupy himself with a task and in the case at hand, it was an important task.<br/><br/>With Eddie handling the fire and the water, Kennedy stapped a few paces away with Armando. "A plan?" he chuckled. somewhat amused and somewhat irritated. "No one here has had a moment to think, let alone come up with a plan." He hated to sound dark or defeated, but the day was taking its toll on him. Expelled. The church. More tension at the camp. Every moment that passed seemed to bring some new level of incomprehensible chaos and it felt like no one had any inkling of caring to work together. People were acting out on emotion, himself included, but the realization of that didn't necessarily bring hope for a united future.<br/><br/>"Maybe tomorrow...after people have slept...after your men leave. Maybe then we can figure something." He was pissed at himself for having started the fight at the church. It was the cause of Rebel's concussion and the whole reason why they were staying the night. Armando was handling his injury pretty well and Kennedy doubted it would have impeded him to move out that night.<br/><br/>He leaned back against a nearby tree clasping his hands in front of himself with a sigh. "What about you? I can't imagine any of this is going to go over well back at Abendblume."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>