<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/DelilahWhateley.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dolores Whateley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley (Rank 3)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ginny, Bilton, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Dolores blinked at Bilton as the man spoke to her.  It was the first time that he had spoken to her in a decent tone and didn't add on any naughty names.  Her blue eyes flicked between the departing man and her niece.  She wrinkled her nose but said nothing and was quickly distracted by the offering her favorite niece brought for her.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Ginny!”  She beamed at the book, excited for her story and clapped.  She nodded at the first tale offered and then again at the second tale offered.  Giggling, she shrugged sheepishly.  If she could convince Ginny to stay long enough, she would happily hear all the stories.<br/><br/>Still considering the book and her many options, she was once again distracted by the offer of another dress.  She beamed and took the dress carefully.  “Thank you, bestest niece!  This dress is all dirty.”  Rising, she skipped the rather short distance to the bars and peeked out, her gaze falling toward the area the Law Dogs spent their time.  With them out of sight, she began quickly undressing in the cell.  “How is Granny?  How is Nic?”  She asked quickly as she began to pull the dress and underclothes off her incredibly pale body.  None of the other prisoners could see her though she seemed only concerned about the Law Dogs.<br/><br/>Dolores frowned as her sleeve got stuck on her doll.  Glancing at Ginny, she handed the blood splattered doll to her niece.  “Would you hold her please?”  She asked with another sweet smile.  Quickly but carefully, she continued getting changed into the new, pretty dress.<br/><br/>“Thank you!  I didn't like being all dirty!”  She twirled around a few times, giggling happily.  Coming to a stop, her eyes fell to the book Ginny was holding.  “You pick the story!”  She skipped the short distance back to the bench and settled next to Ginny.  Once again her mind turned down another path and she studied her niece's beautiful face for a moment, her own turning serious.  “Are you doing well, sweetie?”  She stroked her doll as she spoke and watched Ginny carefully.  She knew Townsend was in the office today and the mean man had tried to hurt her niece once before.  Whateley's never forget.