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[right][b][code]Quintin Market ---> Towards the Swamps.[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Gene and Harmony walked in silence, not much to talk about, Gene supposed, which suited him fine enough. Though even he was feeling the need to fill in the silence now and then with the odd comment or observation.

He marvelled to himself at how the marketplace - and Quintin as a whole for that matter - was some incomprehensible mishmash of multiple different centuries at once. Clashing designs and architecture that made it feel more like a half-finished movie set than a place where people lived. Not to mention the smell and the heat, coupled together into some evil omnipresent force that clung to your clothes and permeated senses you didn't even know you had.

Gene was about to let out another colourful "Texan" analogy before stopping, tapping Harmony to do the same.

[Colour=peru]"There."[/colour] He whispered, looking as if he were instead perusing the wares of the nearest stall and inviting Harmony to do the same as his eyes darted towards Genesis and Cody Black at the edge of the market. It wasn't good for his cover as some huckleberry from the sticks but he needed to get something useful, letting these kids get away with any valuable info due to the negligence of the rest of his group was not something he could let happen.

[Colour=peru]"Wait here; I'm gonna toss 'em the 'ol Watson charm."[/colour] He said with a wink to Harmony. It probably didn't inspire confidence in her but he needed to come off a little delusional. [Colour=peru]"If it looks like things're goin' south then step in and we'll get a move on out of here."[/colour] It wasn't really a sincere request, more so it was just to keep Harmony content, Gene had already began walking before she could even respond.

In truth, Gene's mind was going a mile a second, taking in the minutiae of Cody and Genesis with every step. You have to know your audience before you can begin a show.

They were both tall, they were both apparently little hell-raisers, they both had fairly stupid names. The girl, Genesis, didn't even bother any attempt at subterfuge as she all but yelled to her twin about the "outsiders" in town. She didn't seem particularly malicious about it though, she spoke as if pointing out a deer to her brother rather than a perceived invader. She was also wearing a disproportionately large amount of black.

Loose lips, lack of malice, weekend goth. There was something to work with.

[Colour=peru]"Howdy, Sir, Ma’am."[/colour] Gene said, extending his hand. [Colour=peru]"My name's Vincent, my friend and I are on vacation to see some…"[/colour] A sheepish grin escaped him as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. [Colour=peru]"Well we're both fans of the country… and, well, "spooky" stuff too for lack of a better term."[/colour] He said with an embarrassed chuckle.

[Colour=peru]"Sorry, I'm babbling. We were told that when it came to Quintin, the Black family would know more than anybody and that you guys sometimes hung around here. Hope I'm not disturbing you?"[/colour] It wasn't his best work, admittedly. But it was light and open ended. He just needed an in.