The lights burn bright at the Boarding House, doors offering refuge to the darkness as Mariah grabs a cloak from another time. Her fingers trap around the silk lined velvet, where she pauses, it even smells like Boston. For a moment she studies the garment and then crumples it in the closet. Teal green eyes move to the ledger, okay she needs to go pick up those garments from the stage. As her dainty feet step out into the twilight, she's stopped by a local man out 'protecting' the women.

"I'm sorry Miss, you need to go back inside dat place of yas."

"Excuse me, Good Sir, but I have a shipment to.." Her voice trails off, interrupted by a man who thinks the woman should know her place.

"Look girlie, unless ya wanna be raped, murdered or something go back in there.. by order of the Sheriff." Mariah's eyes, narrow, this man isn't the sheriff, but aaaaaaaagggghhh.. okay fine.

"Fine and you tell that Sheriff, that he best catch the man. People have things to do you know, sheesh.. why doesn't he just leash us all and take us on walks like.." Her whispery voice trails off as the other man starts to chuckle. "Nevermind.. if you want any coffee feel free to help yourself and the other 'men' out there looking for the hurter of women."

With that she goes back into the boarding house muttering, yep this sure ain't Boston.

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