<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Ginny_Avatar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia '<em><strong>Ginny</strong></em>' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 13th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ginny Whateley’s Home<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Christian 'Spooky' Spectre<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Ginny-House.jpg)</div>There were things that Ginny didn't like about her house.  For one, it wasn't the biggest house located on this side of the Tracks.  Her personal allowance hadn't allowed for that and no amount of eyelash batting, lower-lip jutting, and stomping around on the Whateley Estate - whether in front of her father, Jebediah, or Granny had let her get her way.  The second thing was the lack of an outdoor pool - it was about the only time Ginny could remember in recent history when Granny had actually been unhappy with her - after her fourth or fifth request to ask for funds the matriarch had fixed the blonde Whateley with a sharp gaze that had chilled her blood.<br/><br/><strong>"Young lady, keep this up and you won't have a home in the city at all.  Nor an allowance.  So unless you care to spend your evenings with me <em>quilting</em>...I would suggest you forget all about pools."</strong><br/><br/>The dreaded 'Q' word - if there was one thing that terrified Ginny almost more than anything else, it was sewing.  She had sworn many a time that the good Lord had created it to punish women for their wicked, sinful ways that led to man's fall.  More than once, she had thought to bring it up with one of the Fathers to see if her theory was founded in scripture.  So that had been the last time Ginny had ever dared breathe a word about having an outdoor pool while she was back visiting her family at the estate.  Admittedly, it didn't stop her from looking out over the significant plot of land she owned and giving a sigh every now and then.  Even the peach trees she had planted and which were lovingly tended by the hired gardener were not enough.  Things as they were now were just too...big in her backyard; if she closed her eyes, she could just imagine said desired pool right in the center.  How lovely that would have been!  The blonde Whateley would have been able to spend most of her summer days lounging right by the cool, crystal clear water.<br/><br/>Instead, she had to settle for boring baths in her large cooper tub.  It simply wasn't the same.<br/><br/>Of course, Ginny wasn't stupid.  She understood why she couldn't have a pool in her backyard.  When men died of thirst in the lawless area called Soddom, drawing attention to yourself in a foolhardy way was sure to get you killed - no matter how wealthy you were.  Admittedly, she found it a little unfair.  Why should she be punished?  If she could afford the water, then it was hers to do with as she pleased - wasn't it?<br/><br/>Still, there were things that she could still be proud of.  Ginny had tried to stay true to her southern roots - which was why the front of the house sported the tall roman pillars and everything was painted a pristine white.  There was also a swinging porch off to the right where she would often spend her time in when it was cooler in the evening.  Honestly, there wasn't a house in the whole town of Gomorra that looked like hers- no, Ginny's house was quite unique in that regard.<br/><br/>And so, when Christian politely rapped on the door, Ginny was there to answer it after a short wait.  Of course, she could have let one of the hired servants do it, but this was her personal guest and she wasn't planning on sparing any expense.  The blonde Whateley was dressed casually, wearing a loose, white cotton shirt with the first three buttons undone and the front end untucked.  The sleeves were also rolled up to around her elbows, giving off a comfortable appearance - an image reinforced by her hair which was messily pinned up at the moment with a stray blonde curl falling here or there.  A pair of denim jeans clung to her hips, perfectly sized, given how closely they hugged her skin and a little black leather belt was looped around her waist - more for show than for practicality.<br/><br/>Upon seeing the dust-covered man, she broke out into a pleased smile.<strong>"Ah tho'ght ah told yuh tah call muh 'Ginny'..."</strong>Her tone was chiding, but without any real rancor, as she ushered him into her house.   Upon coming through the large, French double-doors, there was a large entryway where guests could hang up any coats if they desired.  To the right, there seemed to be a large sitting room - to the left, a even larger dining room.  The kitchen was in the back.  The servant quarters were joined there, out of sight and out of mind.  A smaller guest bedroom was also located in the back on the rare occasion family stayed with her.  There was a long winding staircase that lead upstairs to Ginny's personal quarters - and she needed both large bedrooms that were located upstairs, primarily as a place to store all her clothes.<br/><br/><strong>"Did yuh need'tah wash up?"</strong>Ginny turned to beckon Christian to come further before directing him to a basin with cold water and a wash cloth beside it.  Delicious smells began to saturate the air as the blonde Whateley briefly ducked into the kitchen.<strong>"Ah hope yuh like chi'ken pot pie, mash'tatos, and carrots'nd peas.  Plus uh glass'o two of swee'tea."</strong>Her chest puffed out a little as she stated all these things; Ginny was surprisingly a more competent cook than others might have guessed.  It had been part of the training and upbringing she had received - and in this case, she had chosen to make all the food herself.  Admittedly, when it was simply her alone, Ginny let the hired help take everything of everything - from cooking to cleaning.  But when it was her guest?  The blonde Whateley did everything on her own.<br/><br/><strong>"And if yuh still gat'oom aftert'at, ah've made sum peach cobbler too..."</strong>