<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Townsend.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>John "Townsend" Templeton<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dog (Rank 3)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moving from the sheriff station to the Whateley Estate<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lilah, A Goddam Whateley, CLOSED<br/><hr/>Townsend’s hand continued to clutch around his favorite knife.  He had the gun pressed to the girl’s back, but she didn’t seem hardly to notice - hell, he had to keep from shooting her when she took a step and spun in a circle.  She made his nerves grate, looking like a … a<em>woman</em>and acting like a child.<br/><br/>Goddam Whateleys.<br/><br/>By rights the redhead should be flopping at the end of a rope, not dancing in the moonlight.  That would have been a dance he didn’t mind seeing - her feet kicking in every direction while she gasped for air.<br/><br/>Goddam Whateleys.<br/><br/>“Shut the hell up, you crazy cunt,” he hissed.  “Or I’ll show you how naughty I kin be.”  His jaw tightened.  Even the thought of touching a Whateley in such a manner made his blood run cold, and his face was nearly as white as Dolores as he waved the gun at her.  Keeping her off the main streets had been hard enough, with her prancing about.<br/><br/>He gave a shiver, but steeled himself, reaching out to grab her neck and pushing her forward.  “Stop goddam dancin’.  Keep walking!”  His hand tightened on the knife again, the blade of it trembling.  The little girl - woman - whatever the hell she was - unnerved the hell out of him, and he wanted nothing more than to gut her open like a fish.<br/><br/>Take her home, indeed.