<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Ginny_Avatar.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>June 17th, 1874.  (2 years before start date IC.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marcus "Ghost" Walker<br/><hr/><br/>Newcomers always stuck out like a sore thumb in Casino Morongo.  It was a place for wily gambling veterans and luckless tinhorns that didn't know what they were getting into.  While Mr. Sloane always encouraged new blood to keep things lively, if one wasn't careful, they would soon find themselves without two coppers to rub together by evening.  And so Ginny immediately took notice of the newcomer, who cut a sharp enough figure though it was obviously he felt out of place here, given by how he paused and took a moment to get his bearings.<br/><br/>And it was with a bit of curiosity that upon spotting her, he immediately made his way over to her table.  That alone tipped her off that apparently he was looking for her.  Why, she had no idea.  Perhaps he was new to town and had heard the rumors of her and wanted to try his luck against hers?  Perhaps he wanted to get in touch with someone else in her family?  The Whateleys could be hard to find if they didn't want to be found and they prized their privacy highly.  Ginny was a bit of an exception in that regard.  Honestly, she had no idea why he was here and that was saying something since generally she knew most everything that took place in Gomorra.<br/><br/>For a while now, Ginny had been running her own table at the Casino Morongo.  She hadn't needed the money, but enjoyed the feeling of solidity and while she paid prettily to rent it from Mr. Sloane, she figured it was worth it.  Briefly, the young Whateley pushed up the brim of her Stenson slightly to give the stranger a closer look; she didn't recognize him from anywhere.<br/><br/><strong>"Evenin' stranger,"</strong>Ginny replied back, seeming amused that he had called her 'Ms. Whateley.'  She couldn't remember the last time anyone had been so formal with her.<strong> "Yuh kin jist call me Ginny.  That's wot everyun else does."</strong>Her fingers nimbly shuffled the deck and dealt the new set of cards to each of the players sitting there even as one of them flicked a silver dollar as the blind and the next game began again.<strong>"So wot's yer name?  Ah ain't see yuh around before.  New to Gomorra?"</strong><br/><br/>While he may have been new to Gomorra, he certainly wasn't new to the frontier.  She had a good eye for these things and she could tell his senses were sharp, given by how his eyes flitted around, able to pick out the important sounds from the raucous noise of the casino.  He had a good set of ears on him.  Ginny was certain that he had a good story or two to tell.  Seeing his drink, she half-cocked her head before she casually flicked him a gold eagle, the heavy coin making its way over to him.<strong>"Here.  Lemme git yur drink."</strong>Her smile was a touch infectious.<strong>"It's the least ah kin do fer a new'un.  And dun worry, ah'll take it back from yuh sometime tonight."</strong>Those teeth flashed in a harmless way as she regarded her own hand before she pitched a pair of cards down to trade in.<br/><br/>The hand ended, with someone else at the table winning, as Ginny noted that whoever this person was, he wasn't too interested in gambling.  That and it didn't seem he had much experience.  Just the way he placed his bets and held his cards gave him away.  Those fingers were not used to clutching at those slender pieces of cardstock.  No, he was definitely here for something else.  But still, she couldn't guess.  So, Ginny just proceeded to reshuffle and begin to deal out for the next hand.<br/><br/>Waiting for him to make the next move.<br/>