<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/Doomtown/redhead76_zpsd8d9eec9.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Aislinn Eilir<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nicodemus<br/><strong>Note:</strong>All things in<em>italics</em>are happening in Aislinn's head.<br/><hr/><em>The rustling of wings were Aislinn's alarm that she should leave Nick's Never Closes after spending a portion of the afternoon there. The bird had lead her on a bit of a wander around the town's streets before it finally perched on the building's roof until she wandered inside. Some time later, when evening had fallen, the bird's wings rustled outside her window</em>and she left her room, ignoring practically everything around her as she stepped out on to the dusty street. For a long moment she merely stood and looked around, her hand dipping in to her pocket and pulling out the deck of cards she'd been carrying around all day.<br/><br/>Letting out a soft humming noise under her breath, she looked up and down the street, her tiny hands shuffling the cards again and again, mixing, shifting, aligning, and realigning the rectangles in her ungloved hands.<em>The cry of a bird over head broke through the sound of her humming and the din coming from the various establishments around her. Eyes glancing up, she watched the great feathered creature swoop and circle before it took off down the street, leaving her to follow in it's wake.</em><br/><br/>Nearly twenty minutes later, Aislinn was still wandering, and had been for some time... stopping occasionally to speak to someone, the conversation usually disjointed and hard to follow, though the fact of her name and the thick bearing of her accent would be obvious to even the most drunken of sorts. Many looked at her oddly, the riddles and counter-questions and seemingly aimless conversation lines all spoken as if they were of dire importance and occasionally broken by a light hearted giggle or an impish grin on porcelain features.<br/><br/>But no one held her attention for long, and she was usually back to wandering, her hands still shuffling the cards as she followed the bird's course from one street to the other until she found herself wandering down main street in relative silence. She could feel something... something prickling and tugging at the back of her mind, as if she were being watched, but not once did she so much as turn to look behind her or search the windows and doorways around her... as if the idea of being watched didn't bother her at all. Or perhaps she was accustomed to feeling that way. Further... to the outside world it would look like she was clueless to the sensation.<br/><br/><em>She was still walking when suddenly with a great cry and a sudden swoop, the bird overhead pivoted in the air and darted back the way they'd come, down main street. Blinking, Aislinn turned and watched the creature's movements, watching as it flew and then suddenly dove harshly, swooping and landing directly atop the head of a tall red haired man in a fine suit.</em>Aislinn had stopped walking, and her eyes wandered from her feathered companion to the man it sat upon. Tall, red haired, with green eyes that seemed to tug at something at the back of her mind, heavily shrouded in shadow and the dust of times forgotten. She was moving toward him before she realized what was happening, tiny booted feet carrying her down the dusty street and directly toward the man, who she was somehow absolutely certain must have been following her.<br/><br/>The bird had never done that before... never landed on anyone, and the idea that it did was an exciting and curious prospect to the petite Irish woman. The closer to him she got, the more the speed of her steps increased, going from slow and thoughtful, to quick and determined, and without a word, Aislinn reached him and threw her arms around him, her slender limbs wrapping around him and pinning his own to his body as she hugged him tightly, her pale cheek pressed in to his impeccably kept suit jacket. Still squeezing him as if he were someone she had some deep-rooted connection to and hadn't seen in years, she spoke just loudly enough to be heard.<br/><br/>"I'm Aislinn."