<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Marcus_zps2f02e61d.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus "Ghost" Walker<br/><strong>Date:</strong><br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>June 17th, 1874 (2 years before start date IC)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Clean Clothes, (http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Marcus2_zps8073be05.jpg) Recently bathed and facial hair trimmed.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Beside the occasional drink and work for Mr. Sloane, Marcus was not a common face in the casino. The man did not have the vice for gambling. He was not completely green when it came to cards. He knew which hands to play and which to fold, it minimized his losses. "If it is all the same to you Miss Whately, I'd prefer to keep it conventional. I'm Marcus Walker." He introduced himself politely as the woman paid for the bottle he had just paid at the bar. The frontiersmen would have turned down the offer but he did not want to do anything to anger the woman. "Thank you kindly" He thanked her before he offered to pour her a drink before refilling his own glass.<br/><br/>"Been coming roun' these parts, shy of a decade now." Marcus explained as he looked at the cards, memorized them with the eyes of a man used to noticing details and placed them down. He would bet or fold depending on what he saw in the other players. Marcus might have been a decent player if he put his focus into it and if he based his strategy on looking for tells or bluffers.<br/><br/>A couple of rounds in and after half a bottle of whiskey lather, he looked over to the lovely young woman. "I came here with the intent to ask a favor of you. I don't have friends back east an' I have an important package waiting to come my way. I need someone to personally bring it on the trains. Do you have anyone back home willing to do that? I will pay for their traveling expenses and time." Marcus offered, hoping she had friends who would either want to come for a visit or just do a favor for the wealthy family. He had to get an answer quick, he had already lost a few dollars but ever since she bragged about taking back her coin, Marcus made it his goal to walk away from the table with it in his pocket.<br/><br/><br/>