<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Tuesday, May 2nd 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning, just after sunrise<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Gomorra, entering the New Moon Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jonathan, Annabel, open<br/><hr/>Lilah had woken up when it was still dark and the horizon wasn't something the sun had even started thinking about yet. She was an early rise, but that had been early for her, and by all rights she should have rolled over and caught some more sleep before it was time to be up making breakfast. But she'd felt restless, and it only took a couple minutes before she realized going back to sleep wasn't gonna be an option. She was dressed in no time, got a small fire and a pot of coffee going for the really early risers, and headed into town. It couldn't help but bring a smile to her when she thought of all the men grousing and grumbling like old bears when they realized they'd be feeding themselves this morning but it was good for them to do for themselves every once in awhile.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure why she headed into town. It wasn't like Gomorra had ever been very good to her but life around the camp could get dull and she couldn't pester Jack and Harley all the time, they had things to do, and a ride to town always broke things up and left her feeling lucky for what she had. She liked riding into town this early. The only folks up and about were those who had to be and those who hadn't been to bed yet, two kinds of people who had better things to do than worry about what she was up to. The streets were so deserted that even in the watery lighjt of dawn it would have been hard to miss the man in fancy dress sloped over his saddle like his spine was a question mark. Rich as he looked, he was on the ragged edge Lilah could see as she fell in behind him, and she watched him with no small amount of curiosity, half to see if he was going to take a tumble, and half because he didn't look familiar to her and she couldn't help wondering who he was. Was he another damn Whateley or just another Sweetrock goon in a frock coat? There was a chance maybe he was one of those Collegium gents, that would be the better option of the three, for while Lilah couldn't much make sense of them Collegium types, they'd never walked on her bad side neither. She pulled up and snorted quietly to herself as the man stopped at the saloon.  If he were the sort to start drinking before the sun came up that likely accounted for his condition, and she would have just rode on if she hadn't noticed something fall out of his pocket when he dismounted.<br/><br/>"Hey mister," she said, but just missed catching his attention as he disappeared inside so she sighed and was off Queenie in flash, tethering the little appaloosa up next to the stranger's horse and grabbing the errant object off the street and turning it over in her hand. It was a pipe, a fancy one at that, and wouldn't last long out here without some vulture getting their hands on it. She pulled off her well-worn Stetson and beat the dust off it before following him inside. "'Scuse me, Mister, you dropped this outside."<br/><br/>Her boots rang out against the floor as she approached him, arm outstretched to hand him back his pipe. She paid no mind to the pretty blond behind the bar, half-expecting to get shooed out like a stray dog though she didn't intend to linger long enough to give anybody the chance. Closer up, she could see the man was a looker even looking like hell like he did now and she was aware of what an odd figure she probably was to him, a young woman of questionable ancestry, dressed like a boy in sturdy dungarees and a coarse white work shirt under her blazer, boots scuffed and wavy brown hair a little wild since she hadn't done much to it when she got up. Not that she was much concerned about all that at the moment -- she just wanted to give the man his property and be on her way.<br/>