<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ginny_Avatar-01.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia<strong><em>'Ginny'</em></strong>Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Sheriff's Office, then into the Sherrif's Office/Gomorra Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nash Bilton [and Townsend], Dolores Whateley<br/><hr/><br/>-> START SCENE: FROM BABEL'S TOWER - AFTERNOON (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200884.msg9934390#msg9934390)<br/><br/>The sun was just beginning to fall by the time that Ginny arrived at her destination with a pair of bedraggled boys following along.  Each one of them bore a sizable bag, not one so large that Ginny wouldn't have been able to care them by herself, but it wouldn't do if a lady had to sweat - especially in this heat.  Besides, she was hiring help from the Whippersnapper Post as she so often did; Granny had taught her it was a charitable thing to do, looking after the poor.  After all, the good Lord had also put them on the earth - if only to punish them for their misdeeds in a past life while Ginny was being rewarded for living a good and righteous life.  At least that's what the young Whateley had taken away from the Sunday sermons that she dutifully attended when they were given.<br/><br/>And though it was the same day, the blonde had already changed.  Actually, her intent had been to come earlier but a few hours had been spent on selecting her new dress.  Gone was the maroon dress seen in Babel's Tower; instead, Ginny was dressed in a white dress with orange-and-cream trim.  The fabric was so white that was a painfully obvious the hem would gather dust by the end of the visit - but that mattered little to Ginny.  More than likely, she would tuck this dress away in her voluminous closet back home, never to be worn again, after having it thoroughly scrubbed clean by the hired help.  To accompany the dress, Ginny wore an elaborate basket hat done in the latest fashion, large-brimmed to cover her fair skin from the fading sun and also wielded a matching parasol that she used to provide shade for herself.  Someone with skin as fair as hers needed to take care not to burn under the murderous sun of Gomorra and Ginny took every precaution.<br/><br/>Pausing at the entrance of the jail, the young Whateley took a very deep breath.  She never liked this place much, less so given what had almost transpired here.  But she was a Whateley and she'd be damned before letting anyone see her scared.  Turning back to the two young boys, Ginny had a very large smile even as she collapsed the parasol and hooked it over her wrist.<strong>"The two o'yuh wer' darlin's.  Fer yur troubles."</strong>Ginny's voice was honey mixed with sugar as she paid the Whippersnappers.  Two quarter eagles, one for each boy, was doled graciously out as they eagerly took the coin and gave her the bags which she daintily held in her hands by her sides.  And then squaring her shoulders, Ginny walked into the Sheriff's Office with a resolute expression like she was staring down the barrel of a gun.<br/><br/>Once inside, her gut clenched a bit at the sight of Townsend, but she managed to keep her composure though her fingers did tighten over the bags in reflex.  The deputy had avoided her after what had transpired that night and honestly the blonde Whateley was glad.  Whenever she saw him, she felt a stab and churn deep in the pit of her stomach.  To help calm her nerves, she turned to look at the new Sheriff - Nash Bilton.  Ginny didn't have much of an opinion about him - while she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Nathan Hunter was a better man, Nash Bilton might very easily be a better Sheriff.  To make it in Gomorra, you had to be tough and he was as tough as they came.<br/><br/><strong>"Sheriff Bilton?  Ah'm here tah see mah Aunt."</strong>Ginny made sure she kept her tone polite even though it was obvious that the young Whateley thought her Aunt should be safe at home - rather than trapped in a dingy cell.<strong>"Ah bra'ght'er sum thangs she might like,"</strong>the young Whateley continued, hefting the bags on either side of her body.  In them was a fresh, clean dress with the accompanying shift, a large blanket that Ginny could hang to preserve her Aunt's modesty and also leave for warmth, a bag of sweets that her Aunt adored, her Aunt's favorite book which Ginny would read a chapter from, and most importantly...a fine bottle of whiskey imported from outside Gomorra and aged to perfection for the two upstanding law men who were sitting around earning free and easy coin.<br/><br/>Ginny wasn't foolish; there was nothing to be gained by being disrespectful.  A soft touch was what was required.  Expectantly, Ginny presented the bags for the law men to inspect - with her gift of whiskey being the first thing they would see.  Her gift and its meaning would be quite obvious and she hoped it would result in a minimal fuss about all the other items she had brought.  She simply wanted to make sure her Auntie was comfortable until all this nonsense could be straightened out.