<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Ginny_07a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Virginia 'Ginny' Mary Lou Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whateley Family<br/><strong>Date:</strong>July 18th, 1874 (Two years before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Evening, One hour later<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement of the Sheriff's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Closed, John Templeton<br/><hr/><br/>There was an old southern expression that currently described Ginny's current predicament.  It went something like<em>"don't jump out of the frying pan and into the fire"</em>.  Or perhaps<em> "got the short end of the stick"</em>.  But either way, Ginny was not a happy camper when she woke with her head throbbing something fierce and the cold from the floor seeping into her legs.  And as she came back to full consciousness, ready to lose whatever else she had in her stomach, the young Whateley felt the cold bite of steel on her wrists as she blinked those sharp green eyes a few times to clear them of any sleep dust.  That was the first thing she noticed, the fact that her hands were pulled painfully behind her back.  The second, which drew a startled shriek and a rattling of the cuffs as she tried to cover herself up to preserve her modesty was the fact that she was without a stitch of clothing.<strong>"Wot in blu' blazes?!?!"</strong>Ginny cursed colorfully, squirming as a hot flush shot up her face.  Well, to be fair, she still had her undergarments on, a small mercy that was, and very little else.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Ginny was surprisingly modest when it came to things like that and was wearing a pair of pink silken drawers that covered her legs with a frilly cuff around the knee and a silken chemise that covered her chest somewhat from the leering attentions of the man in front of her.  Still, it was not a very comfortable position to be in as the young Whateley drew her legs in protectively, bringing them as close to her chin as possible to protect her body from that gaze.  The bucket was ignored as she managed to squelch her nausea just enough; after all, she had already emptied her stomach once today and that once was more than enough for her.<br/><br/>Trying her best, Ginny hid her insecurity from the Law Dog as a name came to mind.  John Templeton.  Though he normally went by Townsend.  From the rumors, he was a mean one though not as mean as Bilton.<strong>"Funny,"</strong>she remarked dryly, trying not to show how much her heart was hammering in her chest from fear.<strong>"Ah dun recall yuh bein' much of a schoolmarm tah be teachin' muh anything.  Where's yur plaid dress?"</strong>Inwardly, she cursed her big mouth; this was definitely not a time to come up with clever insults as she decided to change trace.  A fierce glare followed from those Whateley green eyes, trying her best to be intimidating.<strong>"Ah dun know what yur thinkin' but yuh best be gittin' away from muh."</strong>She squirmed again in the cuffs, feeling the cold metal dig into her wrists.<strong> "'sides, ain't muh yuh want.  It's that other girl.  She's the troublemaker!  Why dun yuh go and bring her in?"</strong><br/><br/>Oh, how she wished her arms were freed at the moment and she had her clothes back on.  Though Ginny supposed that it wouldn't too big of a deal.  Townsend was just trying to scare her a little.  A little flash of gold and she'd be back out in no time flat.