[b]Floyd - Tyler's Quarters - Katie[/b]

"Don't accuse me of nuthin girl! I ain't curse ya out!" Floyd yelled, using his hand gestures to point at the little girl, intimidating her. "You're the one who wanted to know what [i]fuck[/i] meant right? I just gave ya my textbook definition of it. Ya ain't ready for the other meanin, you're just a little brat. You ain't ready for it" he added, stepping back a little, distancing himself from her. "I ain't like all those men out there" he started again, pointing out the door, defining the raiders as [i]them[/i]. "I ain't afraid to talk shit around ya, I ain't afraid to make [i]you[/i] afraid. Like ya said, I ain't from around here, I don't have to put up with your rules, I've got my own. I ain't afraid of ya daddy like all of them out there, I ain't afraid of nuthin. So if ya go accusin me of sumthin I ain't even do, Ima get angry, yea. Wouldn't you?" he asked sarcastically, not waiting for her to respond. It seemed that his little rant had shut her up since she began to pout. 

Then, with the silence filling the air, the distance between them dwindled. Her tiny little hand reached her and began to pull him along. With a risen eyebrow, Floyd was forced to follow. She had told him he could wear her father's clothing, meaning they were probably headed to the man's room. On the way there, the girl finally decided to tell Floyd her name. "Katie" it was. She also added unnecessary information that made Floyd feel a bit of pity for the girl, but not enough to really [i]feel[/i] for her. He only protected her back there was because she was innocent. Still she is, even though she bugs Floyd like a pest. If she were in any danger, there would be some sort of click in Floyd's senses that would cause him to inevitably protect the girl. It was the same as it had been with Jess - but that case was a bit different. Anyhow, as she started to inform Floyd of the names some of the raiders called her, Floyd gently slapped the back of her head with his other hand. "Don't let what other people think of ya get to you" he finished, resuming his stride towards the boss man's quarters. 

Then she made a joke, giggled, talked about cookies, and finally made it to the room. Tyler's living quarters were nothing like Floyd assumed them to be. They were..........normal. He had things a normal human being would have, nothing out of the ordinary. The man even had a picture of his family, a picture Katie obligated him to look at. Floyd stared at the picture, turning away from the clothing behind him. The little girl pointed at her family members, naming them. "Daddy........Mommy......Big Brother......" Floyd took a look at Tyler, first trying to find some sort of disruption with his appearance, secondly attempting to remember him so when he meets the man. Katie then told Floyd that her mother and brother had left, meaning they'd died. Of course, the little girl was told otherwise, but Floyd wasn't as naive as the child, he knew the world. Floyd never had a picture like that one, a picture where his entire family was together. For that matter, Floyd didn't remember ever taking a picture, a memory that must have faded with the rest of the world. As Katie commented in respect to her father's greatness, Floyd huffed. The girl didn't even know what was happening beneath her feet. If she did, she might have a second opinion about her father, but Floyd would let her find out on her own. 

Returning to the clothing, Floyd removed his shirt revealing the tattoo of a angel's left wing burning. The smoke rising to form the body of a demonic figure with one angel wing forming on its left, the other wing one of a demon. It was a beautiful piece of art for some, other's saw it as a hellish and disturbing sight. Without further ado, he covered it up with a navy blue, green, and grey plaited buttoned down shirt. On top of that, he placed a dark jean denim jacket which was also covered by a leather jacket that fit perfectly. "Your old man has good taste" Floyd complimented. "Now, I need to see that woman that gave me the food. The one that hangs around the big man from earlier." 

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[b]Robert/Haywood Guards - The Road - Jessalyn/Tyler/Rob/Raiders[/b]

As the girl hesitantly stood there, not acting upon given instruction, Robert began to get nervous himself. The situation they were all in was already dangerous, but if the procedure wasn't followed according to plan, then it'd get even worse. Robert himself was close enough to Jess to see how nervous the girl was. At first, he though that her little conversation with Tyler would cause some unnecessary tension, tension that could lead to unpronounceable conflict. 

The men hidden in the woods started sweating. They had been motionless for a while now and were waiting for the signal. The food and supplies were already loaded up into the one Haywood van. If this had been a regular scheduled trade, the Haywood people would have already returned to their community, but this was a whole different situation. They had never imagined to fight against another army, but things had to get done. They could no longer hide the inseparable grudge they had against the people that stole their women. 

Robert stepped forth, getting closer to Jess, trying to figure out what was holding her. He got so close he then heard her whisper. [i]"I have to find Lynn"[/i] she started. [i]"If I attack him now, you and everyone here will die. I can't have your lives on my conscious."[/i] For a second, Robert tried to process her words, not sure she understood that Tyler was outnumbered. Maybe she didn't know they had people scattered through the woods, maybe she was just honestly telling him the cold truth. If she stabbed him, the raiders would most definitely start shooting, there was no denying it. In that case, Robert nodded at the girl, letting her know he'd let her go. "We'll find you" he whispered back before walking towards the van. He wave his finger to the Haywood people around him, letting them know it was time to roll. The people in the woods were awed by this. They weren't sure what had happened, but know that [i]that[/i] signal wasn't the one declaring to fire. Therefore, the woodmen loaded back into their trucks and waited for the van to start back to Haywood. Once it did, the trade was concluded, just not the way Haywood imagined it to be. It seemed like every other trade from the previous months. They failed to strike first.