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[right][b][code]Webb Family Coffee House[/code][/b][/right][hr]

[quote=Harmony][b]"Spoilt brats never do know how to keep a zip on it. Mind if I tag along?"[/b][/quote]

[colour=peru]"Ah. Well, I-"[/colour] Not fast enough unfortunately, his escape halted by the tall, pale woman. Whilst his hopes were to separate from the group and make some actual progress himself, he was having real trouble coming up with an excuse that wouldn't offend. Even if his plans were to go it solo, he might need to glean more information from the group later and having them be suspicious of him would do no good.

[colour=peru]"Well, I was goin' to check out that motel first..."[/colour] A glance to his side revealed the haughty girl, Jasmine, dragging some wannabe tough guy by his wrist, and announcing her intentions to investigate the motel like she were born to do it. [colour=peru]But that job seems to be drawin' a crowd."[/colour] he added with a slight chuckle. If he couldn't go it alone he'd rather pick the smallest (and thus far least obnoxious) group possible.

[colour=peru]"Sure then."[/colour] He tipped his hat to Harmony and held open the door for her. [colour=peru]"Let's see if we can't spill a few secrets from Mary-Louise's spawn."[/colour]

[hr][right][b][code]Quintin Market[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Gene tugged at his shirt a little while they walked. He was used to the heat, or so he thought. In Texas, the air and type of heat changed fairly regularly throughout the day, but thus far in Louisiana it was like working out in the gym and then wrapping yourself up in a big thick blanket. The air was so heavy he could practically see it as it clung to his clothes. Nevertheless, the markets were where the grandkids of Mary-Louise Black could, apparently, be found most often. [i]How[/i] exactly he was going to get something useful from them was another matter. If he were too guarded they’d likely just ignore anything he had to say, but if he were too elaborate or charismatic in his dealings it might be harder to sell the “average blue collar texan” schtick to Harmony and therefore the rest of the group.

Gene looked around while exhaling a warm cloud. The market looked pretty much as expected, cramped drab and depressing architecture maintained by cramped, drab, depressed people. Some market vendors appeared to be gossiping amongst themselves about something that happened recently but whenever they caught sight of Gene or Harmony they seemed to clam up sharpish. Gene tilted up his hat and narrowed his eyes as they walked through the square.

[colour=peru]”See anyone who looks like they’ve never worked a seven hour shift?”[/colour] He asked Harmony, though really anyone who didn’t look too emaciated and numbed by the sun would probably fit the bill as a member of The Black Family.