[b]Tina - Bar/Apartment - Abram/Sam[/b]

Tina hesitated, taking a moment to look up at the building's second floor where the apartment was. "... I don't know. They might want to go with me, or they might want to help. Adam will stay with Elyse, I know that. As for the other groups, well..." She sighed, rubbing at the back of her neck. "I don't really know. We keep to ourselves, mostly. I know there's a few people around the plaza nearby, and there should be a group a few blocks away... We all try to keep to ourselves around here."

That Abram wanted to go to New Orleans confused Tina, to say the least. She couldn't hold back her curious stare. "We can get gas, but... why head down that way?"

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[b]Tremblay - Furniture Store - Floyd/Jess[/b]

He didn't seem concerned about their silence, only choosing to stare back at them icily. A few people walked by, but one look from Tremblay kept them from prying into his business. After a few moments of silence, Tremblay eventually let out a deep breath and leaned forward. "Then I'll tell you both what I know instead. I'll tell you more than I should even tell you, because I believe you both can be allies of mine, and I desperately need allies right now." Crossing his arms, Tremblay's gaze lingered a moment on Benjamin. "I traveled to New Orleans a few months ago and ended up in a group with a woman named Myriah. The group was strong, but no one wanted to elect a true leader. I wanted to do it, but Myriah said we should just appoint a few people to lead in various tasks. We had our builders, our scouts, our farmers, our organizers... but no real leader. Myriah was one nice woman. Too nice. Everybody loved her, so eventually people just started to think of her as the leader, though it was a position I know she didn't want. A friend and I felt this group wasn't a good fit for us any longer, so we approached Myriah to stage, well..." Tremblay smiled, holding out his hands. "A mutiny. She agreed to the idea. We were supposed to just show everyone that Myriah wasn't fit to lead before we went on our own way, but my friend got overzealous and attempted to kill her for real. I couldn't stop him, so I left before I found out if he ever got to kill her."

Leaning back, Tremblay's mind swam in the old memories of that night. He'd learned since then that Myriah hadn't died that night, but she was dead now anyway, so Tremblay had to wonder what was the point in all of that. "I had no desire to go back, so I was on my own for a while. Got to know the city and its people. Got to know Tyler. Group of his almost killed me before I found a few friends to hang around with. Everyone seemed to know his raiders at the time, so it wasn't hard to find out more about him. Through... let's say, interrogation, I learned a bit too many disgusting things about the man. About his deals, his goings-on. Needless to say, he was not a man I wished to deal with any longer, so I took my friends and went North, to where we're sitting right now."

He gestured around himself now. "If you were both in New Orleans during Tyler's reign, you'll know exactly what I mean. His kidnappings, his fighting pit, his den of [i]sin[/i]. All I need from you both is confirmation, maybe a story of your own, if you have one. It very well might lead to revenge, if you happen to desire it."

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[b]KK - Furniture Store Bedroom - Scarlett/Katie[/b]

"Your daughter," KK said, her voice laced with doubt. She looked Scarlett up and down, finding herself not impressed whether or not the claim was true. Tremblay had never said anything about the little girl having a mother. "She'll be looked at as soon as possible. Alison and Becca are both very busy with something at the moment, and it's requiring all of their attention. Just have the dear rest so that whatever is wrong doesn't get worse." She'd taken on a more motherly tone, but KK still looked a bit annoyed regardless. She took a seat in a chair in the corner of the room, eyes still on Scarlett.

"People around here call me KK. Is there anything I can get you? Food, something to drink...?" She peered at Scarlett, waiting for her to answer with something smart. KK was having her fill dealing with these petulant children.