<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/Doomtown370_zps3203319f.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span></span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Gamorra and Bob's Fix-it shop<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Theodore Howell<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The day had not been a good one, the murder of the sheriff, Professor Hardinger's visit and then she had a string of overly annoying ladies of the city picking up various sundry. The worst had to be Mrs. Fredricks she had come in ...again...Bible in hand to quote her passages about how evil she had to be...She had lost her temper and recited scripture right back at the woman leaving her to storm out in a huff. Why was it that these 'American's' could be so prudish and think a single woman needed to be taken care of.  She was just 24 and still lovely and she loved having her own business and making it in an area that many could not. Even her father was proud, this she knew from the comments he made in the letters he wrote her. It was not a good time for her to return to London, the scandal still simmered and she did not want to stir it and make it explode like it almost had 30 months ago.<br/><br/>That was water under the bridge and as she locked up her shop she double checked to be sure she had both her pistols.<br/>The air was dry and warm as it swirled through the streets, dust and bits of this and that tumbling along. Something pricked the hair on the back of her neck...again. She had felt before as if something was not right was out there. She had tried to use logic to dismiss it but since she had meant Teddy she had come to realize that evil really did exist and was out there. Her feet hurried along the back paths darting her from shadow to alley to back streets. All the while she felt as if something out there was aware...maybe not watching her but aware she was out. It sent a shiver up her back.<br/><br/>The lack of deputies made the feeling of something out there stronger. Normally with Coleman there would be law out and about keeping an eye on things. Many people were out this time of evening. Going home, going to dinner, going someplace and Coleman tried to make sure things moved smoothly. Now though there was not single lawman, deputy, minor helper to be seen and that bothered her even more. Making her feet hurry.<br/><br/>She rounded a corner and crossed the street and tried the door on Bob's Fix-it Shop. The door opened with a jingling of a bell, she walked in and looked around...No one seemed to be in as her eyes took in all the various pieces and parts that adorned the small barely lit shop. Shelves that were full of this and that and tagged with a ribbon that had a number, as well as partly shadowed parts and peices of who knew what. Tables were piled and close together as she made her way through them, her skirt swishing and then snagging on something. She turned to work her skirt free then started as she felt strong powerful arms encircle her waist and a pair of lips kiss her neck.<br/><br/>She turned in the arms and lifted up on her toes to kiss the much bigger man her lips pressed against his as he held her very close.<br/><br/>"sorry I am a bit late, and I did not have time to get us dinner though I did bring bread , butter and honey"