<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7f1erUar1ql0mb8o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Wayland<br/>Place within Hierarchy: New Talent<br/>Role: Hand<br/>Position: Musician<br/>Location: Lexie's Room<br/>Wearing: A loose fitting plaid shirt (http://www.hollister-dundrum.com/images/hollister/Hollister-Mens-Plaid-Shirts-Blue.jpg) with a white sleeveless shirt underneath, as well as a pair of stone washed jeans (http://media.impericon.com/media/catalog/product/d/i/dickies_manchaster_stonewashed_jeans_lg.jpg) and old boots (http://ramblinjackson.com/wpcontent/themes/ramblinJackson/img/cowboyBoots.png).<br/>Languages and Accent: English, Southern Accent<br/>Tagging: Lexie<br/><br/>Wayland couldn't help but smile as she compared Elizabeth to a porcupine, knowing exactly what she meant by the analogy. He couldn't help but think about his father back at home. They butted heads more than any other son and father combo's, but he'd hope it wasn't that bad here. When her demeanor changed, he frowned a little, confused by the words she mumbled, though he kept to himself, for now at least...<br/><br/>He found a grin again as she started talking about her job with the circus. The way she explained it made him feel like the job was so many more times complicated than he'd ever think it to be. He had only been to one circus back when he was a child, though he could vaguely remember anything about it. The only thing that really jumped into his mind at the thought of it was the fact he was terrified of clowns as a kid... Truth be told he still wasn't too fond of horror movies which had clowns in them... Let alone those clown dolls he remembered his grandmother keeping when she was still alive. The only thing he could think about when over at her house was a scene from the movie Poltergeist.<br/><br/>When she delved deeper into what she did, he couldn't help but smile at her, now realizing just how much she loved her job. To him it seemed you could never describe the things you loved most in life. It's like when you find a person truly in love, if you were to ask them what they felt around their significant other, they can' never give you an exact explanation.<br/><br/>Wayland felt his face flush red at her last comment, the smile on his face growing even more as he turned away from her and looked at the ground, laughing for a few seconds before turning and looking at her, glad to see that she seemed in better spirits. "I don't think anyone's ever called me cute before..." He laughed a little, nodding his head slightly, "But, thank you." He looked at her for a second before speaking again, "Heck, you're not too bad looking yourself." He gave her a wink as he turned and noticed it was dark outside, "I guess I should probably start heading back to my room pretty soon..." He pushed off his knee's and stood up, stretching slightly, "After talking to you I already like this place a lot more," He paused for a moment, hesitating before moving towards the door, "I was going to tell you if you need absolutely anything," He pointed with his index finger along with a motion of his head, "I'm bunked up right next door." His face turned quite red again, "Day or night, just, what ever." He tripped over his words a little towards the end, now quite sure he should have stopped a little sooner than he did.