<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/doomtown003_zps4f74c1bd.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span></span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Dinner Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's house<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha, Onneca, Christian<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth hurried along the walkway deep in thought. She had spent time with Teddy doing nothing more then kissing and sharing his day. He made her laugh and she was sorting out her feelings for the man and what a man he was. He was Strong and handsome and cared about many things and he also understood her deep fears. He had seen the things for real she only saw in her night mares. He had fought them and maybe lost a piece of himself doing so. He did not laugh or think she was being hysterical for her fears or even her need that would force her to go running to his arms. She felt safe with him, as safe as anyone could feel and yet she knew he was unsure of their relationship, she thought he felt unworthy of her being with a poor working man. Which was nonsense but then he was a man and had his pride.<br/><br/>She looked up as she climbed the stairs to her place above her shop. She needed a few things, that she had packed in an over night bag. Grabbing the multicolored carpet bag she also took time to stop by her safe and gather her potions and a box of ammo. One could never be to prepared.<br/><br/>She undid her hair and let it hang loose around her face, normally she kept it in a proper style but then she was feeling good about her self, Teddy always had that effect and did not care what the busy bodies of the town said. Her feet guided her to the part of town where Agatha lived, she had visited once before and still enjoyed the bright color of the house as well as the copper pieces and clockwork gears that stuck out here and there. Agatha had helped with her greenhouse behind her shop improving its design as well as adding in various things to help with the humidity and heat so she could grow certain rare herbs as well as the gift she had with her as a present for staying over.<br/><br/>She hoped Onncea would not delay, she had a bad feeling, something she just could not describe that made the nair on her neck stand on end. It almost like she knew one of her nightmares was gonna happen which was of course not normal. She loved the lovely hispanic woman like a sister and worried about her often. She hoped that maybe with everyone staying together Onneca and Agatha could finally address their mutual attraction.<br/><br/>The night breeze blew dryacross the mesa, tossing bits and pieces of flotsam as well as filling the evening air with weird sounds from the water around the Town. Yet other then that it was quiet. Worst was the lack of the law, no deputies or any part of the group under Coleman patroled the streets. She could see those out and about hurring toward their homes or destinations. The town felt as if it held its breath waiting to explode.<br/><br/>As she stepped to the white gate in front of Agatha's house she heard a harmonica and a very pretty voice singing an old song. Her lips curved since she did not know that among Agatha's many talents was also a very pretty singing voice. Stepped past the gate that swung silent on its hinges she climbed the steps barely making a sound.<br/><br/>“Howdy, Aggy. Hell, I’ve missed that,” spoke the man that had to be the famous 'Spooky' or more aptly called Christian Specter. She stood in the door way a moment taking in his lean build and the way the holstered gun rode his hip as if part of him. Even with him seeming at ease she could tell he was a dangerous man but one that Agatha trusted and adorned and she trusted her friend.<br/><br/>"Agatha Dunwich, the things I find out about you still amaze me. Such a Lovely singing voice and you have kept it hidden." She was careful to make no quick moves with a gunman like Christian standing there but her green eyes met his and she nodded then carefully stepped through the open door offering her hand like a man would. "you must be Christian. I am very pleased to meet you, Agatha has spoken of you often though she never said how handsome you were"<br/><br/>"Agatha Dear perhaps you could introduce me." she said as she sat her bag on the floor.