<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lawrence Hawkins<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Old Timer<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Food Car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Olaana, Kepler, Erin<br/><br/>Lawrence had always had the ability to remain absolutely silent, to the point where it was easy to forget that he was there entirely.  For those who knew him very well they knew that it was sign of displeasure.  He wasn’t entirely sure whether or not Olaana would know that little quirk, as their conversations had almost always been peaceful.  And the ones that weren’t…Well the heated debates tended to lead to the best ending.  But when Erin went off, he was entirely displeased.  He honestly could care less who thought what about whom.  Hell, he damn near hated the Ring Mistress herself so he couldn’t talk.  But one thing he was sure not to do was shit talk her in front of a group of people.  He didn’t even know Erin, for all she knew he and Chloe were best friends.  And of course, he knew it was a less than subtle jab in the ribs towards Kepler.<br/><br/>Lawrence said not a word to the group and simply listened to the conversation as he calculated his words.  It was quite clear that Erin had a short temper, and since the girl roomed with Olaana he had to be sure not to make enemies with her.  If anything he wished to befriend her, but not even Olaana could get away with everything.  His expression finally changed as his lips curled into a smile with Keplers words.  The subtle insult was absolutely brilliant, but it could very likely set Erin off again.  He didn’t respond right away to the little rant and instead did what he could to take control of the conversation.  He leaned forward and made his presence known once more before he responded first to Keplers offer.<br/><br/>“That’d be nice.  The batch I have were once something to marvel, but it’s almost impossible to keep them fresh on a train.  I have business to attend to today, but perhaps tomorrow evening?  You provide the cigars, I’ll provide the scotch.” The moment his words ended he looked towards Erin.  He may have had a peaceful expression painted upon his face, but his words came out with a tone that rang with leadership.  If she didn’t like it, then that would be her burden. “And Erin, you should certainly know that I have absolutely no problems with you.  Your opinions are your own and I respect them.  You’ve also came to find a friendship with my Olaana.”<br/><br/>Lawrence finally leaned back in his chair, though the weight of his eyes still rested upon the pretty blonde.  He really didn’t know how else to say it but to just outright say it, and he didn’t know any other way. “But there are few things more poisonous to this family than one of us openly shit talking another.  Hate her all you want, call her whatever you wish when in the company of a companion, but you cannot sit here and go off about her in a public setting.  That will only lead to drama, and we have enough of that to go around as it is.” Lawrence again leaned forward.  The sole purpose of this was so that he could talk in a quiet voice, so that only those at the table would be able to hear.  He trusted Kepler and Olaana enough to understand his words were to remain between them, but he didn’t trust those at the nearby tables to be so close lipped. “And if there is ever a rift caused between the family when it came to you and Chloe, then Elizabeth will always take Chloes side.  Making enemies with the devil is the quickest way to ensure you do not die on one of your own swords.” His straightened up and looked over towards Kepler.<br/><br/>“As I told you, there is nothing more dangerous to this circus than a woman scorned.”