<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>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/>Rumors were a funny thing.  Sometimes, they were simply tall tales, stories elaborately spun by drunken fellows in a show of bravado meant to impress the others they were with.  Take for example, a good number of the stories that came with the sojourners into Gomorra, like the fellow who claimed that he had taken down a whole posse of gunmen by himself in a quick-draw contest when it was obvious that the tinhorn didn't even know which way to point a pistol.  One drunken showdown later over a particular big pot and his corpse was decorating the bone orchard.  Those rumors never held any weight for any length of time.<br/><br/>Sometimes, they were a mixture of the truth and the lie.  Those were the most common; after all, the best lies were bought with a little grain of truth in them.  That's how the Devil did it and also the silver-tongued conmen with whatever they were pushing.  Whether it be the newest tonic to cure all your latest ills, a forked tuning stick used for hunting ghostrock or heavens knew what else.  They were certainly no shortage of fellows willing to entertain what they had to say.<br/><br/>But sometimes, just sometimes, on that rare occasion, the rumors were actually exactly as the whispers stated.  This seemed to be one of those times.<br/><br/>Ginny sat next to the bar, sitting in a chair reversed around with her elbows resting on the back and her legs lazily splayed out on either side as she listened in quiet contemplation to that mournful croon of the guitarist.  Those bright green eyes, the Whateley eyes, watched sharply at the delicate fingers skillfully strummed the chords as the blonde took another sip of Scotch as the ice in her glass clinked at the bottom.  Ginny had first heard of the rumors about two weeks ago.  Rumors of a pretty blonde, a real looker, that had come into Gomorra and ended up at the New Moon Saloon where she performed from time to time.  Normally, the young Whateley would have hardly cared, too busy spending her time dicing, playing poker, and drinking at Casino Morongo, but more than one person at her gambling table had noted something interesting.<br/><br/>Apparently, this young woman looked like she could have been Ginny's sister.  Except for one little small truth--Ginny didn't have a sister; she was an only child.  Initially, her only response to those rumors had been to offer a toothy grin and raise the person who idly chatting in hopes of reading into the cards she held in her hand.  She was confident the rumors would fade in time as they often did.  Because there wasn't any truth to it.  But these particular rumors were different.  In the weeks to follow, those same rumors only grew louder and louder.  More and more people that stopped by her table would bring up the topic.<br/><br/>It had gotten to a point where Ginny heard about the same rumor at least twenty times a day.  So this is why Virginia Whateley had made a particular trip out to the New Moon Saloon with the intention to confirm the truth or not of those whispered words.  And much to her surprise, she realized that all the whispers weren't too far off.  The other girl's face was more cherubic and her blonde tresses a little lighter, while Ginny's face a little leaner and her blonde hair a shade darker.  But it was true.  They<em>could </em>have been sisters, a fact that amused Ginny to no end.  From their looks down to even their voice, for the blonde barmaid also possessed the soothing lilt that Ginny considered her singular personal identifier.  Those her accent was noticeably lighter than Ginny's, who possessed a much thicker Georgian drawl.<br/><br/>Pivoting her chair so she now faced the counter, still sitting lazily sprawled, Ginny signaled the pretty blonde with a lazy finger motion.  The corner of her lip curled slightly, knowing the same thoughts who be filling the other girl's head upon encountering her mirror double.  They even looked like they could wear the same sizes for crying out loud!<br/><br/><strong>"Vainin' stahshyn,"</strong>Ginny said before draining the rest of the Scotch.<strong>"Kar'tah git'mi uh'fill?"</strong>Her fingertip traced the rim of the glass idly as those bright, green expressive eyes kept staring at the woman who could have been her long-lost sister.<strong>"T'en yeh kin'our yerself'un tooh'nd tale'muh'bout yuu."</strong>That smile widened fractionally even as she plucked out a fat golden coin from the depths of her finely made duster before spinning the coin on the countertop.<strong>"Yeh dun'talv'tah wurrie'bout thu'pryicuh.  Ah'm buhyin'."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translation</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>"Evening, starshine."  "Care to get me a refill?"  "Then, you can pour yourself one too and tell me about you."  "You don't have to worry about the price.  I'm buying."</em></div></div>