<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://pursuitist.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/kate-upton2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Annabel Montgomery.<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>10th April, 1876. (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening - Just before Sundown.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The next five days, without fail,<em>she</em>was there. Annabel simply couldn’t understand what her infatuation was and set herself up to continually dismiss every advance the woman threw her way. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t wearing her down; the constant attention made her frustrated and exhausted all at once, but she couldn’t simply abandon her job or throw the woman out for drinking there. She had noticed her talking to a few of the other girls that worked at the Saloon, which only made her even more frustrated, but Annabel knew that she wouldn’t get anything from them, since she kept her personal information private at all times. Her shifts seemed to drag more so than usual, and that also irritated her.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she could return to her room after her shift and not see the woman again until the next day.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://pursuitist.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/kate-upton2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Annabel Montgomery.<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>16th April, 1876. (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Whateley.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>When she’d began work on the sixth day, Annabel had noticed that the woman was a no-show, though she brushed it off as her being late. It was the longest shift she’d ever worked; the longest wait of her life. When she didn’t turn up at all, the girl couldn’t help but feel a mix of confusion, relief and disappointment. The older woman who worked there had even asked where her ‘friend’ had gotten to before she finished her shift. Annabel didn’t know what to do, she felt a little lost without someone to constantly avoid and watch from a distance. It made her feel a little more alone than usual.<br/><br/>By the time the end of her shift came, she couldn’t help feel completely deflated and she trudged up to her room as she usually would. Only, things weren’t as they usually were when she got to the top of the stairs. There she was, sat outside of Annabel’s room with a bottle of drink and two glasses; the woman she’d been waiting for all evening.<br/><br/>Annabel remained quiet for a moment as she stood there; staring at the girl sprawled out on the floor. Her blue eyes blinked as she tried to work out what was going on and just as she was about to speak, the other spoke up first. Annabel’s expression quickly turned to a frown as she repeated the girl’s first word. “Howdy..” She couldn’t quite fathom what she was seeing; why was she even here? Annabel thought she’d made it clear that she didn’t want to talk to her or have her hanging around, but there she was, clear as day.<br/><br/>“Funny how things work out..” She shook her head a little as she once again, repeated her; unbelievable. A small smile cracked onto her features as she took a few more steps towards her, digging her key out from her shirt. At first thought, Annabel wanted to send her downstairs and offer meeting her there, but considering the bottle she’d brought, she didn’t think that it would be a good idea. So she let out a heavy sigh as she unlocked her door and caved in, pushing the door open into the room. The blond entered and turned to the taller girl with raised brows. “Well, I spose ya betta get in hur then.” She made sure to hold the door open for her, mentally smacking herself for even considering befriending this woman. “Virginia, right?” Annabel may not have seemed like she was taking notice before, but it became apparent that she was obviously a very good listener and being in a Saloon was the perfect place to listen.<br/><br/>The room she was staying in was small and simple; she didn’t need much. Raising a hand, Annabel gestured over towards a small, circular table complete with two, worn wooden chairs. “Take a seat.” Once Ginny had entered, the girl closed the door behind them, making sure to lock it as she always had done before returning the key to her chest where she knew it was secure. She took a seat opposite the other and folded her arms tightly over her chest, some of that hostility coming back as her eyebrows raised accusingly. “Well, whaddya want exactly?”<br/>