<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Chestnut.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nell Robinson<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>20 May 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra main thoroughfare (getting shot at)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Big Jake, Scooter, Matthew Ford, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>A high-pitched, sudden, short scream slipped from her lips at the whizzing of bullets, Nell squeezed her eyes shut even though the burlap sack still over her head obscured everything in the pitch black of night but the sounds and the orange-yellow flash of black powder.  Coughing with the acrid smoke of it, she tried to tuck in and away from the gunfire, but the coughing fit had her gasping for the same acrid air she had just tried to cough out to no avail.<br/><br/>"Let me go!" she managed brokenly, twisting in the small man's grasp.  She said small...but he was still taller than she was, and things like that didn't seem to matter when one was getting shot at.  She might be an adventure seeker, but she was not keen on dying.<br/><br/>The rip of fabric between her calves made her want to flinch but she wasn't fool enough to try and dance away when she had seen the damage a bullet could do not only in Gomorra but back home as well.  Shaking in terror at the shots fired, the ringing in her ears and the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she put all her strength into struggling away.