<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Soddom, heading toward the bridge to Gomorrah<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Chin Wei-Lun<br/><hr/>He was correct in that she hadn't really heard of bananas and she listened with interest as he started to explain the word he was using for her but as the explanation went on, her face sunk into a thoughtful frown. Her stomach sank. Of course it was something bad, what did she expect? The Chinese never showed her any more care than the whites did. She always got the worst of both sides for something that wasn't even her fault, mainly being born. Let every Chinaman who ever looked at a halfbreed as something alien live one day in their shoes and see how they liked it. There was another element to her disappointment, a ridiculous girlish thing, when she thought he'd been looking at her with some interest, maybe curiosity about who she was. Well, he'd come right out and called her less than, so any look she'd got she knew now was just a matter of wanting to fuck her which she should have known all along, and if all he wanted was a fuck he could go buy a whore for that. At least the whore would be paid and get something out of it then. It was funny, really, how men could look down at something and treat them worse than dogs and still want to fuck them but it happened all the time.<br/><br/>"Isn't that just clever," she remarked dryly, clearly not impressed with the turn of phrase. She took a few more strides, not really paying much attention to whether or not he was staying close. "Guess it's lucky I learned a long time ago the only person whose opinion matters when it comes to me is mine."<br/><br/>As much as her mood was sinking, he was walking her out and there was no need for a business meeting to end sour over something personal so she went on to make small talk about the previous topic. "I might like to see a maze dragon too...I mean a live one...but at a distance o'course. Somethin' tells me my Colt wouldn't do me much good. And findin' myself in the gullet of a dragon ain't the way I wanna go."<br/>