-- overwhelming need to kick something.} {muttering} Jackass. {nipping her lip} Is he smart? Observant, I mean. Does he -- Franklin Moses

-- care more about the audience for his damn horrorshow, or the faces in it? "He's smart. But he's cocky. Always -- Franklin Moses

-- banking on finding people with skills. Everyone around him's got a talent. Something to offer that nobody else has. -- Franklin Moses

-- They were on the lookout for some pilot earlier today. Never tracked him down though." {snorting} "If the guy's --Franklin Moses

-- smart he's in Nebraska by now. {lifting a brow} Audience. Not the faces. That's our advantage. {Nodding, she -- Franklin Moses

-- leaned in to Franklin Moses, not altogether sure if she was more afraid or pissed the hell off.} "We can have our people in place. --

-- Seventeen minutes. Hey, Moses? {Watching as the soldier lifted a warm gaze to Franklin Moses, she smiled, slipping her arm around --

-- #Frank.} "Never a dull moment, huh? We've got this." Franklin Moses

#NeverADullMoment? #Please #YouWantExcitement? #TryBeinMarriedToFrank // #IntoTheFire ~ Pause

#Yep #WeveGotThis *singing quietly* #IGotYouBabe // #IntoTheFire ~ Pause

I'm okay. {Closing her eyes, she ducked her head, wiping the blood from her face against her sleeve.} -- Franklin Moses Daryl Dixon

-- Blood's his, not mine. Bastard's got himself a goddamn glass nose. {Arching a brow, she lifted her --Franklin Moses Daryl Dixon

-- hand for Franklin Moses's inspection, blood from the right cross she'd thrown spattered across her knuckles.} -- Daryl Dixon

-- Grab a girl, you oughta be prepared to have your damn nose busted. Whinin' and pullin' a damn knife? -- Franklin Moses Daryl Dixon

-- What kind of asshole does that? {muttering} Dumb, dead asshole. That's what kind. {Pale, she reached -- Franklin Moses Daryl Dixon

-- for Franklin Moses, cupping the back of his head against her palm.} When we tell Declan this story? We're leavin' -- Daryl Dixon

-- that part out. {Freezing as the body Franklin Moses's feet began to move, a twitch of a finger, a slow turn of the -- Daryl Dixon

-- head, she narrowed her eyes, stepped up and drove her heel down against the dead man's skull, -- Franklin Moses Daryl Dixon

-- blood flying as her boot stomped down with a vicious splat.} {mumbling} Oh lord. {Mind ticking over -- Franklin Moses Daryl Dixon

-- how many bodies they'd left in their wake, she looked Franklin Moses, blood running cold.} We've got a problem. Daryl Dixon