<hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9813377#msg9813377)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whippersnappers<br/><strong>Date:</strong>5 June, 1870<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Soddom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jack<br/><hr/>She smiled as he fussed with the sleeve of the shirt, further charmed by his efforts, then listened intently to every word as he began to talk about his folks. It was a terrible story but she couldn't help but notice his smile when he spoke of his mother and even though he lost her, it must be nice to have good memories like that. The only thing Lilah felt when she thought of her mother was mad. She didn't blink twice when he admitted to shooting his own daddy. It sounded like he was asking for it, killing a defenseless woman like that, just like Samson deserved the beating he got and the hanging he would get if he indeed killed those men. No, Lilah would shed no tears for brutes.<br/><br/>She wanted to tell him she was real sorry about his mama but he was already moving on and she didn't want to interrupt him, she was finding she dearly loved to hear him talk. He had words that made everything make more sense. She never thought about before, why white folks said the things they did and how she wasn't the only one who had hurtful things said about her. For the first time she thought about the negroes and the injuns too, about things even she might have said or done and it made her feel ashamed. They were just like her and the other Chinese, being looked down just because they were a little different and didn't have the numbers to fight back. Right then she decided that she wanted to be different. She wasn't going to look down on anybody anymore and when she saw harm being done to others, she wasn't just going to feel lucky that it wasn't her.<br/><br/>It was amazing to her that a man who could punch hard enough to put out teeth would have such a light touch when he reached out to stroke her hair.  "I like listenin' to ya jaw," she protested but brightened up again at the thought of a good dinner. She didn't care if she looked silly as goose going out about town in that oversized shirt, she'd be proud to wear it. She nodded to his proposition and wasted no time fetching one of the belts though she had to wrap it around her twice and even then it hung kind of low. She gave him a beaming smile though he didn't know her well enough to understand what a rare sight that was. "New buttons? Damnation, the other whippersnappers'll think I'm puttin' on airs! You don't have to do that though. I been enough trouble as it is, I reckon...but I'd surely be obliged for that dinner."<br/><br/>She frowned suddenly, thinking about something the sheriff had said. "The sheriff is just gonna write down what I say, right? He ain't gonna expect me to do the writin' I hope. Never had much use for it."<br/>