<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lexie Moore<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>New Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Clown<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Trainee<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Keplar, Sochi, Kate, Lottie; Mentions: Elizabeth and Lawrence<br/><br/>Lexie's smile was near infectious when Keplar greeted her. She loved the quiet sulky man, he was such a sweet heart under all that gruffness. She thought of him like the big brother she'd always wished she'd had growing up, she loved his protective streak and the line of thought helped her keep her hands off him for the most part. She tried to remember it now as she laughed and took another drag of her cigarette her eyes flitting up to the stage where Elizabeth was just leaving and Lawrence was moving off to drink alone. Normally she'd go join him and bring a smile to his lips, to ease the burden he carried but tonight, right now, she'd say as far from him as she could manage.<br/><br/>She shook her head and smirked when Kep asked her to stay on her side of the table. "Too much temptation Love?" She asked her voice a playful purr as she leaned across the table to take a glass and pour a measure of brandy into the glass. She normally didn't drink dark liquor because she was so much of a light weight but tonight if she wasn't going to get laid she sure as hell was going to indulge in drink or two too many. The thought was maybe it would help her sleep but really she was just frustrated.<br/><br/>When Lottie and Kate returned it was impossible for Lexie to hide the flash of ill-humor that crossed the playful girls face. It was gone in a moment but the sparkle in her eyes was missing and for a moment her eyes settled on Sochi. She wanted to talk to him, she had no one else she talked to with out restraint but this was nor the time or place to speak of what was bothering her. She wasn't even sure entirely what was wrong with her.<br/><br/>She saw Kate spot her and the two slowly approach and Lexie knew she couldn't do this. She poured another glass of brandy, one that was far too full for anyone let alone the slight girl and smiled. "It's been fun but I have to get out of this paint." She said winking at Keplar her smile teasing and playful as she walked around the table. "I'll see you guys later" She said bending down and giving Keplar a brief kiss on the cheek and Sochi a light pat on the shoulder before waving briefly at the twins before walking to the dressing rooms drinking a large gulp of the burning liquid on the way.<br/><br/>Alone in the dressing room Lexie sat down and cradled her head in her hands as she tried to think. "What is wrong with me?" She asked her reflection in the mirror. The girl didn't answer. She just stared back her hair sweaty and face flushed with high color, every dip and curve of her body on display. Lexie turned away before focusing too closely on that lost unsure look in her eyes. She wasn't a sad person this wasn't like her at all.<br/><br/>Forcing her mind away from the whirl of emotions she stood up and took a pair of chop sticks off the table and twisted up her hair with defy skill. She licked her lips and moved to the large tub of water that had been left for her, as well as soap and tweezers. The man who'd painted her had told her removing it would take a long time and hurt at points and Lexie a wimp when it came to pain was not looking forward to this. Rather longingly she thought of the showers on the train but knew that wasn't an option, the paint would only clog the pluming.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath she found the edge of where Kink had torn the paint earlier. She gripped the edge and gritting her teeth yanked crying out her eyes squeezing shut as it tore from her body in a thin ribbon. She dropped the strip panting softly and before she could chicken out gripped the edge and ripped again this time only whimpering her eyes tearing. She spent long minute ripping the paint off. It splintered and tore leaving little peaces behind that peppered her back where she couldn't barely see let along reach with ease. Her back was a bright vibrant red from the abuse and she was panting from the exertion and the pain.<br/><br/>Leaving the paint like colorful fall leaves all over the floor she moved to the bucket of water and scooped up a cup of it and dumped it over her back closing her eyes for a moment as the cool water touched her heated skin. She soothed her back with the water as she caught her breath and started again on her arms this time. The paint there flaked terribly because she'd flexed so much and used her arms to such excess. Her skin burned and she dipped her arms still mostly covered in fractured pain into the water hoping the water would help get under the paint and make removing it easier but it didn't. The paint was adhered to her skin and  was reluctant to leave.<br/><br/>Breathing against the pain that she was fast adjusting to she sat down and with painstaking patients took up the tweezers and starting picking the paint from her arms wincing as it pulled and clung resisting her but in the end falling victim to her persistence. She took her time finding the more she hurried the more it hurt. She finally got her forearm clean and washed it with soap and water calming her irritated skin before starting on her upper arm and slowly repeating the process. At this rate she'd be there most of the night.