<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WNjJJwF.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jonathan "Gray"<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Tuesday, May 2nd 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning, just after sunrise<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Annabel, Lilah, Open<br/><hr/><br/>At least the weather was nice and comfortable.  The people were exotic, but that was true in the Punjab as well.<br/><br/>John removed his derby on entering the saloon, and looking around he thought to put it back on seeing all the looks shoot his way, but resisting a twitch on his upper lip he walked slowly towards the bar setting it down in front of an empty seat.  He didn't care to sit down of course, not after staring at the back of horse ears for so many hours.  Plus he couldn't tell if he'd collapse and fall asleep immediately if he didn't stay on his feet.<br/><br/>The place wasn't entirely empty, but the few people there added some atmosphere that he appreciated.  Drawls and slang were a step up from the lingering whispers that still unnerved him from the nightmare earlier, leaving him just a step above haggard.  Tired, thirsty and famished he looked down at his fine suit and the layer of dirt and dust he'd gathered since parting ways from his troupe.  Patting himself down to make sure he wasn't missing anything - like his empty revolvers, his cash, the wrapped up sabre carried in a sling over his back, his-<br/><br/>Spinning around at the chirp of an unfamiliar voice, he found an Oriental lass holding his missing pipe.  On sight he licked the corner of his lips instinctively and looked up at her curiously.  He was just starting to loose it, wasn't he?  What he needed was a drink, a bath, and a bed, and a smoke or two in between to calm his jittery nerves.  With a disappointed sigh he looked down, trying not to stare at either the kind girl with his pipe or the blonde lady working the bar behind him.  At least he couldn't want for a beauty or two to interest him in this town.  The past few settlements the circus had passed through had a noticeable lack of feminine charm walking around, so already John felt at ease.  Neither the barmaid or this odd Asian lass were high-society debutantes judging from their dress, but the rough, colonial charm had grown on him somewhat ever since he left Texas.<br/><br/>"My dear, thank you," he smiled after running his hands through his hair, his accent thick and noticeably British.  His voice almost cracked, but he cleared his throat before he embarrassed himself.  Taking the pipe from her hands he kept both the spit-shining barmaid and the helpful Chinese lass in view with a single-arm lean on the counter of the bar, talking to both to find some help.  It was then he noticed a small rip in his suit near his shoulder and clucked shaking his head as he fit his pipe back into his coat pocket.<br/><br/>"I appreciate your kindness.  But may I impose a favor on either of you?  A single shot of whiskey, maybe with a plate of food would be heavenly, but I'm also curious about finding my way around this town.  An inn, a tailor, even just someplace to do laundry.  It's been a long ride and I haven't found any place half as charming to lay my head for a night," he asked, holding back on telling anyone he was planning to stay if this place seemed to have everything he'd need to disappear for good.  For the moment he had money to live comfortably for a week - maybe - but he'd need to find work fast now that the troupe was gone.  And good riddance.