Tina - Outside Bar/Apartment - Abram/Sam
She moved out from behind the side of the garden, her eyes downcast. Tina looked between Abram and Sam briefly, crossing her arms. "I, uh..." She paused on that for a moment, thinking on what to say. "George told us what happened upstairs. I imagine he or Liam will tell you what happened, but, this is why we had Tyler separate from us. Tremblay had it out for him, and if we hadn't made him leave, we might have all been taken away."
Even though Tina's fears had been proven correct, she didn't feel any better about them. She'd hardly wanted Tyler to be captured, let alone his daughter or Scarlett. "... But, that doesn't mean we won't help you. I'm tired of living like this, to be honest. We should have all just left this city ages ago, but you know how it is." She nodded toward the bar. "The thing is, I need to keep people like Elyse in Liam out of this. I don't know what you guys hope to do, but understand that trying to sneak into Tremblay's territory won't end well. Maybe you have a game plan in mind, and I'm willing to give you all the info I can, but we need to figure out who we're going to keep out of this."
Swallowing, Tina looked down again, wringing her hands. "I'll take Elyse and Liam out of the city, and anyone who doesn't want to get involved. That's for the best, I think."
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Monica - Dilapidated House - Ellis/Emma
"Thank you, both of you." Despite her plea for peace, Monica was hardly ready to let her guard down with this kid. With stiff shoulders, she opened the door of the house. "Your welcome inside. I'd like to know where you're from. I notice you have an accent." She stepped inside now, looking over the mess before her. With a deep breath, she offered the boy a smile. "I'm, uh... Monica, and this is Emma. Like I said before, we really don't have anything to offer you for food."
She moved around the table and brought a third chair from the corner of the room toward the center. She hoped she was subtle about it as she placed the third one across from the two others. She sat down, offering Emma a place beside her. "You can ask us a few things, if you'd like."
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Danny - Cells - Alex and co.
Danny's face was pale as he followed Alex's instruction without saying a word himself. Shannon and Luke looked on behind him, probably too freaked out to do much of anything. When Luke didn't immediately follow what Alex said, Danny snapped and said, "Luke, come on!" He heard the man take a deep breath behind him, kneeling down next to him to hold the arrow shaft. Danny found his mouth going dry at this gruesome business, and he hated himself for feeling weak here. He'd seen just about everything these days, and yet the sight of his friend in such pain made his stomach tie in knots endlessly.
Once the business was over and the arrow was out, Danny shakily moved away from his friend, letting Luke tend to him alone. Richard looked out of it now, all of his energy spent screaming and yelling a moment ago. Breathing in shallow breaths, Danny hastily rubbed his hands against his shirt, groaning at the sight of them. In a moment, Shannon was at his side, touching at his shoulders. She rubbed them softly, her eyes set firmly on Magnus. "Good riddance," she said as he left, leaving them alone with their suffering.
She looked to Alex as he spoke, informing everyone that they were likely to be slaves of some sort now. Shannon felt disgusted. "No," she said, her voice wracked with anger. "No, we're not-- we'll get out of this somehow."
Danny felt Shannon look down on him, expecting him to back her up, but he could only shake his head. "Alex is right. This is how it is, Shannon. We're fucked."
No one in the cell could say much to argue with him.
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KK - Furniture Store - Jessalyn/Scarlett/Katie
She could only make a vexed noise at Jess' childish display. "Well then, starve yourself for all I care. I'm sure you'll see your boy eventually." She left in a huff, closing the door behind her. There was no way to lock it, but as there were always people in the furniture store at this time of day, Jess wouldn't be able to get far away. KK moved then to another room-- essentially what used to be a model display for the store before it had been modified. She opened the door, here eyes looking upon the two girls inside. They were named Katie and Scarlett, according to to Tremblay.
"Hello, dears," she said, her voice warmer than she had been with Jess. These two were far more likely to lash out, even the little girl. "I'm here to talk to you about how your stay with us will go. I promise, no harm will come to either of you."
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Tremblay - Plaza/Furniture Store - Alison/Floyd/Jessalyn
Tremblay stepped into Alison's office abruptly, a serious expression plastered on his face. He paid Floyd little attention as he spoke to the nurse, "I need you and Becca to attend to a matter for me. Head down to the receiving rooms, and you'll know what I mean." His French accent was restrained at the moment, sounding almost American. "And I'd like you to come with me. You probably don't want to-- but I'm bringing you to Jessalyn." He held the door open to let Alison leave first, Once she was gone, he continued holding it, waiting for Floyd to move. Whenever the man moved, Tremblay would briskly close the door behind him.
Without a word exchanged between them, Tremblay led Floyd out of the infirmary, through the plaza parking lot, and out the front entrance of the complex. Across the street from the plaza was a furniture store-- a large one, part of a growing chain before the world went to hell. Tremblay was using it for a multitude of reasons and it was fortified in its own right. Of course, if there was ever an attack, the plaza would always be the safer location.
A small walk in the store brought them to the bedroom housing Jessalyn. He stepped aside and let the pair have their reunion, though eventually Tremblay would say. "We all should talk." He would eventually bring them both to his office of sorts, or maybe it was more accurate to call it an information center. Surrounding a desk were boards filled with maps and information of Baton Rouge and the surrounding area. Countless lists of the various people living in the area and the kind of relationship they had established with Tremblay's group. Tremblay offered the pair to sit at a sofa while he brought the chair from his desk around to sit in front of them.
"KK is still around if you need anything for Ben, Jess. Make sure he's comfortable, as we'll have a lot to talk about, I think." Crossing his arms, he leaned back in his chair to eye the pair of them carefully. "We'll see to your job around here eventually, Floyd, but what to know right now is everything you know about a man named Tyler Salem. He was based in New Orleans for a time, I imagine you two might know of him."
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