<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/ead50d92-e6d4-4afe-9e1d-01d97ff4c453_zps41859843.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Isobel Harley Montoya-Marquez<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown to the public<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 27th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha Dunwich's back porch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha<hr/>Harley was almost relieved when her stakeout proved to be fruitful. She wasn't sure how long she had crouched there in the shadows, watching the house before her for signs of movement after the last light had gone out but if the slight stiffness in her limbs was anything to go by it had been a while indeed. For a change it seemed as if all was right on the mesa. It was nothing but an illusion of course; one had but to poke their head into any place back in town to know that the potential for trouble was but a spark away with so much alcohol doused kindling about, but the illusion was one Harley was willing to embrace for time being as she finally rose from her crouch to creep forward across the yard.<br/><br/>Sneaky was not really a word one would ever use to describe the tall brunette. She could be quiet and sort of blend in when the need arose but a master thief she was not. One glance her way would show plainly that she didn't exactly fit into this part of Gomorra, what with her men's attire and the dust that clung thick enough to her that she supposed she might have been invisible had she decided to take a nap on the ground. Had she been spotted she'd have certainly had questions to answer, however, that was a chance she was willing to take right about now.<br/><br/>The day had been long and relatively uneventful for the long legged outlaw as she'd spent most of her time lazing about and wrasslin' with Jasper. He was supposed to have been teaching her to brawl but as with most of their attempts it had ended up with them both dirty as all get out and laughing. Jasper was big as an ox so even with her height she was forced to cheat more often than not, which of course urged him to respond in kind. The result was both of them tired and slightly sore with dirt in more places than she cared to name. It was this fact that was responsible for her current whereabouts. Rather than find a place to scrounge up pennies for the evening the tall brunette had excused herself from those in her company and gone off in search of a place to clean up and when her memory had sparked, leading her to a place she had passed before in her wanderings, well it just too good to pass up.<br/><br/>She had grown accustomed to the life of a transient outlaw for the most part but the one thing she still seemed to have trouble with was the general lack of proper baths. Growing up in a rather successful brothel under the watchful eye of a stern Madam, Harley had been made to bathe regularly and keep up her appearance as Madam Rose refused to have any ragamuffins associated with her place. The sudden shift from such luxury to nothing had been a jarring one and even now Harley would spend her last coins on a bath if she felt she needed one. Something for which she was teased quite often but oh well.<br/><br/>She was quiet now as she moved forward onto the back porch. She hadn't any idea who lived here but she didn't much care. Her thoughts were already centered on the shower contraption she had spotted a time or two before and the anticipation of at least relatively clean water sliding over her skin. It wasn't in her plans to disturb anyone; she would be in and out quickly--or that was the plan anyhow. She just needed to rid herself of all the dust and dirt before it rubbed her raw.<br/><br/>Standing just outside the shower, Harley shed her clothing as fast as she dared, even her undergarments. If she felt anything about being bare out in the open like this it didn't show. Her need was purely practical in her mind and as such her motions were focused on the execution of her task rather than the what ifs associated with her modesty. A quick study was made of the shower and in a short few moments she had the thing running, only a brief pause and glance about given at the sudden sound of running water. Not sensing an immediate movement, she turned for a moment and made sure her clothing was within reach, as well as her gun in case should trouble arise, then turned back and prepared to quickly douse herself.<br/><br/>Stepping in under the beckoning fall, she nearly cried as she realized the water was heated as well. She'd been expecting a chilly dowsing, which would have made her move jut that much quicker, but as warm water washed over her she couldn't hold back the moan of pure pleasure. Unfortunately, these sorts of things were all Harley had left to find pleasure in and despite the good sense that had been instilled in her, she could not force herself to rush as she had originally planned. Seeking to take full advantage of an opportunity she wasn't sure she'd have again, her slim fingers found the end of her long braid and began to unravel it. She did her best to make sure she was still alert to the sounds of anyone's approach but despite how cautious she typically was it was clear Harley had a weakness for simple comfort.