<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/Alexandervalentinepushe.png)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Alexander Valentine<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of the New Pony Express<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Aislinn, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>As Alexander fought against the urge to rub his forehead because of the roundabout conversation he was having with Aislinn, he couldn't help but notice how it was like he was talking to one of his sisters. The younger one, Eleanor, mostly. She had a habit of answering questions with questions as most children do, but at least most people grew out of it. Or so he thought. But while Aislinn wasn't answering questions with questions, she wasn't giving him a straight answer either. Still, Alexander tried to keep his agitation in check because snapping now wouldn't get him the answers he was after. This was one of the reasons he liked machines more than he did people.<br/><br/>"Right. It was yours, but now its mine," Alex replied, pretending that he was talking to Elanor so that his temper didn't flare. "Thank you," he added for safe measure, because it was easier to keep his anger in check when he thought he was talking to a four year old since most of the time they didn't know better. Some did and acted like they did on purpose to get a rise out of someone - or he did when he was younger at least, now that he thought about it - but there was still no point in getting upset with Aislinn. Yet. However, the textbook definition of a present didn't explain anything regarding the enigma of the card. Alex didn't see it as anything more than a normal playing card that he received from the unusual red headed girl in front of him, whose odd of drawing from a full deck was one in fifty-two. Or fifty-three to fifty-six depending on how many jokers came in the deck. But those were just facts and statistics, the bread and butter that Alexander loved to absorb.<br/><br/>"How about this," Alex started, but trailed off slightly as he attempted to decide how he wanted to word the question, "Same question. What does the card mean to you? But also, why did you give it to me?" he asked, hoping that those two questions were more straight forward and would earn him a like answer. Sure, he was parroting her question back at her, but the sooner he got the answer he was looking for, the sooner he - of they - could get out of the sunlight and into the shade. He wasn't sure about Aislinn, but the harsh rays of the sun were starting to beat down on him and his choice of attire only made him cook faster and increase the lingering desire for a drink.<br/><br/>"But first, to answer your question, it is just present I got from you. A playing card with the seven of hearts printed on it. Yet it is also an enigma, because I don't know why, or for what reason, you gave it to me." Her answer, if she gave it to him straight, would hopefully relieve him of the riddle or else he felt he might go mad. If she didn't, on the other hand, he'd save it for another day since Alex feared that the conversation would probably just keep going in a circle if he continued to press for the information. It was a bad habit, sure, but it was one that he had trouble controlling when it got the best of him.