<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Doom%20Town/c45c9351-3123-49e6-b250-c45847c7f82e_zpsdd362d0d.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Harley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown to the public<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Notices Nicodemus, Marguerite, and Deacon; Open<hr/>Whistlin'. Harley still hadn't managed to master that particular skill but if she had she might have been doin' it just now as she strolled down Main Street idly. Instead she was humming just under her breath, her low smoky tones decent enough not to send anybody running away with bloody ears should they venture close enough to hear. Madame Rose used to tsk about what a shame it was that Harley had no desire to perform the way her mother had but Harley had stuck to her guns on that one. She had no desire to be the center of anybodies attention. Still, that didn't stop a casual hummin or song when the mood struck and now seemed to be a time for it given she was low on coin just at the moment. Consequently she had no place in particular for her lazy stroll to get her to though she was ever on the lookout for somethin' worth detourin' for.<br/><br/>Booted feet led her past all sorts of temptation, her long legged stride tempered by mild curiosity as brown eyes soaked up some rather delightful sights as well as some that were none too savory. Bein' 'round long as she had she'd stopped being surprised by a good amount of the things she saw and was usually prepared for just about anything, but as her dark gaze landed upon a trim figure sportin' a full head of red hair Harley blanched visibly, her lip curlin' up in a sneer. He wasn't doin' nothin' but seemingly assisting a lady who could use the help but as the woman sought to escape his presence quickly, Harley shoved down the urge to charge forward and ducked her head, purposefully crossing the street. Far as she could tell nothin' good ever come from crossin' paths with a Whateley and in this case she was all to happy to heed the uneasy feeling that had sprung to life in her gut.<br/><br/>Altering her path so suddenly had her crossing the street toward Casino Morongo and put her straight on a collision course with a memory so sharp it had teeth. For a moment all she saw was<em>her</em>. Harley's notice barely extending to the fact that Deacon Sloane was also present, and the seizing in her heart drew her to a halt mid street, her eyes gone wide. She didn't know what to say or do. Had she any enemies in town they could have come right up and blasted her between the eyes without a worry, that's how stuck she was; torn between drawing closer and wanting to turn right back around to take her chances with the Whateley fellow rather than face the possibility that lie before her.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure how long she stood there like an idiot before she was bumped rather roughly and instinct kicked into gear to get her out of the way.  Making a snap decision, she glanced back at the red haired man briefly, something poking at the back of her mind for a moment before she turned back around to continue onward toward the figure that reminded her far to much of times gone past. From her angle the woman looked far too much like her Dove, even her mannerisms seeming to suggest the woman had dared to return to Gomorra. She could only pray she had not, that her mind was playing tricks on her because if she had... if Gem had dared to return, Harley wasn't sure if she would kiss her or throttle her within an inch of her life.