<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/2-days-in-the-valley_zps1596f5e0.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span></span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra Town Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The gathered citizens of the town<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth was just getting ready to set out the tea and pastry for the 'Daily Ladies Tea' when the bells of the Church began to ring. Her eyes narrowed since it was rare to have a general call of the whole town so she stepped back into her shop and gathered her small purse, making sure her pistol was in it, as well as the one strapped to her thigh under the skirts she wore.<br/><br/>As she stepped back out the paper boy tossed one at her feet, with most of the male shop owners he would have handed it to them, but then that came with being female and smart shop owner. She picked up the paper and opened it and gasped, her green eyes going wide as she saw the head line. The Sherriff had been murdered in cold blood, and they were claiming it was Black Jack and his group behind it. The bits she knew about Black Jack did not seem to make him a cold hearted killer. She knew he would shoot someone that had drawn on him or was shooting back and he had some dealings with the Collegium so it was strange he would do something like this. Now she knew what the meeting was about.<br/><br/>As she walked to the big church, she watched others gather and how many gave her looks. She knew her Paris made nice silk blouse and skirt was not normally the type seen around the town, added to her natural beauty and almost golden colored hair and lively green eyes and she knew many of the 'ladies' were jealous and whispered many things about her. Yet when they needed medicine for a sick child they would come rushing to her.<br/><br/>She also considered the situation as she walked. Sheriff Coleman had always had a decent working relationship with the town's merchants unlike a couple of his deputy's. After the first robbery attempt on her shop and she had killed the man with 3 shots to the chest, a man's hand to cover the sheriff had just told her to be careful and to let him know personally, on the next day EXCATLY how many guns she did have and the types. He was always polite and asked her often about England and even would stop by for a cup of tea with her lady friends of science.<br/><br/>As she mused she did know that as a shop owner and a year long resident she had 3 votes in any manner and unlike most she had actually read the town charter when she set up shop. Growing up with an uncle serving the English crown and her father traveling for the foreign service had taught her a bit more about politics then an average person.<br/><br/>She worked her way through the crowd to near the front and found herself by Mr. Sloane. She knew of all the things he was supposed to have done and be like but every time he came by her shop she found him charming and polite. Even asking what she needed to help see to his 'girls' needs. Then he found the cigars she carried one of the best in the world and through her family contacts back in England she was able to get them. Even at the price she asked he always liked them. "I have a new shipment of the H. Upmanns in, Mr. Sloane, still sealed and fresh"<br/><br/>Then the Mayor, or the weasel which is how she always thought of the man and his often condescending smile when she asked again for elections for the town council, began to speak. Her green eyes went wide as he mentioned Bilton taking over. She and Bilton have had several run ins since he figured any pretty woman just had to be waiting for his attentions. Just as she was about to protest Judge Warwick spoke up. It was a delight to watch the Mayor get pinned back but then saw Bilton's angry bloodshot eyes.<br/><br/>As the Mayor and the other 'powerful' men or the town turned away she stepped up, "Mayor ...Mayor Cochran!!" but he did not even glance back and when she tryed to follow the goons of Mr Findley stepped in front of the doors.<br/><br/>Her glare did not seem to faze them so she turned on her heel, stepping up to walk with Mr. Sloane. "If you come by later I also have the items you wanted to help with that condiction one of your 'ladies' has... good day Mr. Sloane."