<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/>Strange and stranger.  Ginny raised an eyebrow as the man introduced himself as Marcus Walker.  While she may not have recognized the face, she heard of the name.  The "Ghost" - it was said that there wasn't a thing alive he couldn't track down.  Though she did offer a small frown at the fact that he wouldn't call her by her nickname even as the next round of betting took place.  There was a languid, familiar grace in how she held the cards loosely, almost carelessly, in her hand even as she eyed the current call and then flicked a half eagle to call the bet.<strong>"Ah've heard of yuh," </strong>Ginny remarked even as she watched one of the other players at the table twitch.  This one was bluffing, which was always a bad idea to do often in Morongo.  The players all here were too sharp, too blood-thirsty to be done in by bravado.  It was best to try those tricks at one of the other saloons found around Gomorra and stick to the basics while you were at Casino Morongo.<br/><br/>This round Ginny won, and won big, as the gambler at the table didn't want to let such a big pot escape.  Too greedy.  He should have folded much earlier.  The next round went to someone else.  The next to another after that.  Then, the next two were won by the young Whateley by capitalizing on the fact that others chased when they should have quit.  While she had a pretty smile, there was nothing pretty in how Ginny swept the pots as her stack of golden eagles began to pile up all around her.<br/><br/>It was this next hand that Marcus made his request.<strong>"A favor?"</strong>Ginny remarked as she wondered what kind of package it was.  A brief, sizing look was given to Marcus; he didn't strike her as the type to ship something illegal.  She seemed to mull over his proposition for a moment and then gave a shrug.<strong> "Sure.  Ah kin do that." </strong>There were no shortage of people she knew back out in the east and if she really wanted, it would have been a simple matter for a personal courier to deliver the package.  There was a gleam of interest in her green eyes as she was half-tempted to ask what the package was, but then held her tongue.<br/><br/>Not really her business and she figured that if the Ghost wanted to tell her, he would.  Though she did note that he was being incredibly conservative with his bets.  Thus far, he hadn't bothered to stay in any hand all the way even though she suspected he had a high pair in one of those hands.  She tsked when he did fold because based on her reads, he would have won that hand.<strong>  "Ah'll git someun to pick up yur package.  Yuh jist tell muh where tah git it and ah'll let 'em kno'."</strong>Another hand was won by Ginny as she revealed a flush to beat out a straight, Jack high, and a pair of fours out on the table as she scooped up another pot.<br/><br/><strong>"Tho' yuh'll never win if yuh nevar play,"</strong>she remarked with an amused air, a definite challenge for him to actually stay in all the way for one of the hands.  A fresh set of five cards were dealt to each person as Ginny flipped in a silver dollar as the blind before she reached for her set.<strong>"And if yuh want muh tah do this fer yuh, then yuh owe me one.  Or ah'll call it even if yuh'll call muh Ginny from now on."</strong>An amused, wry smile followed as she coolly flipped up her cards and peeked.