<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/JohnnyJacobson.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/CeCe.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Johnny Jacobson (NPC) & CeCe (NPC)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 15th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Heading for Jones Mercantile<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Johnny came walking into town moving at an easy pace as usual.  He glanced over at the woman who walked next to him with a basket in her arms. His pa had told him to take Miss Cece into town to sell some eggs and pick up a few items from the mercantile. Now Johnny had always had a thing for Miss Cece but such affairs were unheard of in his family, as she was thought to be the offspring of an indian, and his father had whipped him once already for finding him between the woman's thighs rutting away.  He couldn't help but be drawn to who he considered an exotic and beautiful woman. He couldn't help himself and she didn't seem to mind as far as he could tell. He looked down at his boots with a dimpled smile at his own thoughts a moment.<br/><br/>He looked around at the people that was in town while they walked, always on the look out for any trouble. He tugged off his hat next and pushed one hand back through his dusty brown hair, pushing it away from his sweaty brow. The dust covered man then sat the old brown leather hat back onto his head. He held out a hand to help the woman step up off the street. Many men would have left her to her own devices. Lord knows his uncle Jessup would have but then he didn't like anything to do with anyone that wasn't white. Something he would argue if he had enough sense to know what to say.<br/><br/>Johnny wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer and many had seen him as a simpleton even though he was a hard worker. He knew how to build just about anything you could think of and did a good job at it. He just wasn't that great with common sense or reading, writing and arithmetic. He had never been to school or been taught anything of the sort as his father didn't see any point in it. He had all the skills he needed to survive. Farming, building, hunting, and shoeing a horse. As long as he could do the basics that's all that mattered to him. So Johnny took his Pa's word as truth and fact and never said anything against it.<br/><br/>For all that Johnny lacked, he made up for in his trade skill and his looks. He was one of the finer looking fellas in Gomorra and had tried to court a few of the girls but it never ended well.  He always did something to mess it up and ended up looking the fool for it, so he just stopped trying. Though with what little money he did have, you could find him at the local saloon. He didn't talk much but he liked to watch and look at the pretty women who worked there. That was maybe once every couple of weeks but typically he was seen gathering materials in town for the farm or bringing in Cece to do trading. She was the only woman left on the farm since last winter when his Ma passed on from the fever.<br/><br/>Cece took the handsome farm boy's hand and held up the skirts of her simple cotton dress with the same hand. The dress didn't leave a glimpse of skin visible anywhere, covering her legs until it dusted the ground and down over her arms to the wrist. The high neckline kept her overly warm and sweating a little from it. She was thankful for her well fitted bonnet as it kept the sun from her face and eyes, but also kept in the heat that threatened to boil her alive. It was always tied neatly under her chin where it wouldn't fly off while riding along in the carriage. She tried not to draw attention anywhere she went if she could help it and especially with Johnny there to help her out. He got in one too many fisticuffs because of her already. She dusted off her apron and slid her arm through the basket holding it at her front. She nodded to the simple man and they started on their way toward the mercantile.  Cece's dark silken hair was braided and pinned up under the bonnet and her honey brown  eyes shone bright when she smiled at the young man to her side.