<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/DelilahWhateley.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dolores Whateley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9811695#msg9811695)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley (Rank 3)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 18th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jail<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery, Dolores, (Townsend nearby), CLOSED<br/><hr/>Dolores gazed up from the bench in the jail cell and sat up quickly, a doll in one hand.  She beamed a smile at the man that stopped near the cell.  The only time she had anyone come by was when the mean men called her names and told her to be quiet but now there was a new man standing there and he wasn't mean.  So far.<br/><br/>Standing, she glided closer to Avery.  “He seems nice, doesn't he?”  She asked her doll and stopped close to him, the bars keeping them apart.  “Hello!”  She greeted him and giggled.  “You can come in!  We can have tea.”  She informed him with a sweet smile.  Then she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, “Well, maybe we can't have tea because the mean men won't let me have any because I'm in trouble.”  She tilted her head at him, “Do you have any candy?”<br/><br/>She watched Avery turn the key and let himself into her cell, making absolutely no effort to leave.  Instead, she stepped back a couple steps so he could get in.  She clapped happily as he entered and then wrapped her arms around him in a hug.  “I heard you tell meany-head that Nic hired you!  Are you here to tell me a story?”  She asked him, her scrawny arms still wrapped about his waist.  “It's nice of him.  It's near bed time and I haven't had a story in<em>days</em>!”