Sierra looked somewhat amused in the first half of what Tyler said, but then she just looked blankly confused and somewhat upset, which gradually turned into anger when he turned around and left before she was able to argue, That's defiantly something a liar would do. And there went her anger, she shickered, turning away and entering her room. Sierra grabbed the book she was previously reading and read for awhile, she was just going to read and then head to bed...it was already dark out, and she defiantly was going to need rest- or she'd probably complain all day.

Tyler was half relieved and half upset when Sierra left. "Why wouldn't she believe me? Am I really just a pawn in her big chess game to her?" Tyler muttered under his breath, his gaze stormy. He peered out the window, feeling trapped in this small room. Tyler wanted to be in a tree, or wandering through the forest. Here the floor boards creaked, drunk people yelled below, the room was hot and stuffy, and the bed probably had a bunch of bed bugs. "Argh..." Tyler growled lowly, his thick black eyebrows drawing together as he sat heavily in the flimsy wooden chair. It creaked for a second, just making Tyler more anxious

(timeskip timeskip?

Sure, I'll go!))

Tyler woke up with a jolt, the morning sun shining in the window. When he went to move sore bruises sent shocks of pain through his body. -I am NOT sore OR stiff BECAUSE I am TYLER- Tyler thought angrily, though he knew it was totally his fault if he was sore and stiff. For one he fell asleep in the chair.... and for two he had leapt up, smacked into the window, smacked into the desk, smacked into the floor.. -SHUT UP- Tyler thought again, standing up from the chair. He brushed off his clothes to make sure they were black again before unlocking the door and putting the key on the desk. He then jumped out the window, hitting the tree faster then wanted and falling past the first two branches. Tyler grabbed onto the third, swung around in almost a full circle, did a flip, and landed on his feet. "Muah haha to you sore muscles." He snapped under his breath, although now his body felt more like screaming agony instead of moaning pain. Tyler stalked around below before lenaing up against the building, preparing to go inside and see if Sierra was awake

Sierra had gotten sleep last night...but probably not enough for her liking, She had woken up earlier and read for most of the time as she was unable to get back asleep. She looked over at the window, Morning, Finally. Sierra closed the book, What was she going to do now? Leave off to another town? By this point, she was second-guessing her actions...I suppose that is the thing to do, To avoid attention from any of the guards my fathers had probably been sending out. She sighed, wondering if Tyler was awake.

Tyler finally decided to stalk inside, looking grumpy. He squeezed past someone just to be stopped by someone else. "Hey-o... wanna grab a d-drink..?" The guy asked. He was obviously drunk. Tyler grit his teeth and glared, his black hair practically standing on end from his restless night. "Seems like you have already grabbed too many." Tyler retorted. "Now let me get past." He finished, lifting his chin and staring down at the smaller guy. The man looked offended, and another one came up angrily. "Don't insult my friend." The second man snarled. Tyler could smell alcohol on their breath. "Just let me past." Tyler snapped, about ready to barrel his way through. The first guy then pushed him, and the second sent a fist into Tyler's face. He let out a snarl of surprise, stumbling backwards. -just another bar fight... maybe the 6,391 this time- Tyler thought wearily. He felt anger push him forward as he shot towards the men, bodyslamming the first one backwards. He sent a fist towards the second, sending the man reeling backwards. More men started yelling and punching, so Tyler just kind of snuck towards the stairs. He jumped up the first two with a sigh, and walked up the rest. "Sierra, you awake?" Tyler asked once he got near her door. A bruise was already forming on his cheek, probably just making him look scarier. Scars bruises cuts and broken bones, Tyler really was an outlaw.

Sierra couldn't focus on her book, the floor below her where the bar was, it seemed to get louder like something was going on. Something probably was going on, and in case it was bad- well it probably was, she stayed in her room, listening quietly. Her attention jerked toward the door as she heard Tyler's voice, Scrambling out of bed to reach the door she almost tripped over her book that she had laid on the floor right in front of the bed. Walking over to the door she opened it, yep, there was Tyler. "Obviously I am." She wouldn't be sleeping at 10 in the morning...well, maybe. Sierra looked up at him and a look of concern crossed her face. "What did you do to your cheek?!" She said, sounding more upset at him for getting himself hurt.

"Obviously?" Tyler sounded like he was going to say more, but he got cut off as Sierra spoke again. "Is it really that obvious?" He sighed, placing a hand on it for a moment. "Well I might have accidentally started another bar war. Nothing big." Tyler finished, bringing his hand down to his side. His face had smoothed out but his eyes were still blazing with anger. He took in a slow breath while waiting for her reaction, wincing as a little pain flared up in his back. Probably more bruises. Tyler hated bruises. They were so small and insignificant, but they could hurt like the dickens sometimes.

Are we still continuing this?))