<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr.<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Unsorted First year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Sowing his wild oats<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt an buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Paris Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isla, her dog and Virginie (assuming they are in seats opposite one another)<hr/><br/>"Thank you kindly." Marston smiled and slid into the seat, placing the guitar case between his legs as he caught the tipping of her hat. "Nice hat, I have never met a Pilgrim before." The young man teased at her version of a cowboy hat, if you could call it that. "A pleasure Virginia (he messed up the name in translation), I'm Edgar Harlaw but most call me Marston." He introduced himself before she verbally assaulted him into a dazed confusion.<br/><br/>Something about pastry? Mansion...bring a gourd? He tried to replay the words in his mind and decipher them but only managed something about sorting papers? "I don't know darling I'm a little hurt, I'm an emotional fell'er ya'know?" He lied, playing along with her, why not? It was fun, but he was surprised when the carriage began rumble. Marston was not accustomed to this world, cars and carriages rolled on land and did not float in the air. "So now that we are flyin' when do I get my bag of peanuts?" He asked as he leaned over her a little to look out her window, at least that was the excuse he was gonna use if needed.