<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Marcus_zps2f02e61d.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus "Ghost" Walker<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fu Leng's Laundry & Tailoring<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Dirty and in dire need of a wash<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jia Li<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Marcus traveled the last few days from his lands in the west, to Gammora. The huntsmen was in dire need of a few supplies, mostly items in bulk like beans, sugar, coffee and flour. With his horse and mule stabled on one of the other plateaus, only he and his hound dog, Argos crossed the bridge into the city proper. The dog barked at Marcus, whining to be unburdened by the load strapped to his back. Marcus was carrying his own heavy load, but leaned down and took the sack of laundry from the dog's back. "Yes, yes, git." He told the dog, who barked happily and went to find the only other person in the world the dog loved, the scion of the Wheatley family.<br/><br/>Without fail, anytime they came into town, the dog would go and find the red head. If she was at the casino, most likely, he would sit on the porch in the shade and wait for her there while his master busied himself in town. Marcus was not afraid of anything happening to his dog, if he could take down a bear and a rampaging moose, he could handle himself in town. The frontiersmen had a few stops to make but moved towards Fu  Leng's, the local laundry. It would help him lighten his load and get his clothing cleaned. He was in need of a few things, a good bath, shave, drink and a meal but those could all wait. With a fresh pouch of tobacco, the man entered the shop and knocked on the counter, looking for the old man or whichever assistant was on duty while he began rolling himself a smoke.