<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olaana Noemi<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><del>Elizabeth's</del>Lawrence's Talent<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Beast Master<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Food Car<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Morning after train depart<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lawrence, Erin, Kep<br/><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr/><br/>Olaana’s eyes rolled playfully at Erin’s response as she truly tried to think if a moment her roommate displayed hint of shyness towards anyone or anything. Not one memory came to mind, but she was not completely fooled by the outward display of bravado.<br/><br/>Even the wildest of creatures possessed a soft spot thought it revealed itself to only those worthy enough to be graced with such beauty. No offense came to her due to this side of Erin was not shown, but she could only hope an outlet would be provided to the blonde within time. If not, the weapon's master might drive herself insane from pent up emotions or locked up frustrations. Her eyes followed Erin’s gaze as a secretive smirk of amusement came on her face. The target of her anger appeared to be another woman sitting away from them. Kep regained her attention with a false statement as she momentarily appeared puzzled by his desire to outright lie. "I can only wonder how you were then if you don't consider yourself an ass now." There was no venom in her tone since she was simply stating what she'd seen of him so far while at the circus. He was not exactly the nicest person of the train. She was going to go on more when Lawrence mentioned having business to attend to today. Nothing of the sort had been mentioned to her, but she was never always aware of his plans so it was no surprise. Still, there were times when she worried about him and herself as her trust was nearly stretched beyond its limits.<br/><br/>“I do believe this circus is full of dashed dreams.” Her voice, for a moment, was slightly bitter as she drummed her fingers on the wooden tabletop repeatedly. Annoyance soared in her features as she grappled to push the unwanted emotions back down. Soon enough, her regular neutrality drifted back up to the surface, completely hiding whatever troubled her in the first place. Just then, the unexpected happened.<em>My Olaana.</em>The words had the effect of a drug on her, and her disposition improved almost instantly. Why was she so drawn to him? So incurably addicted that even the smallest of words made her immeasurably happy. Olaana stared over at him as she let out a breathy sigh of contentment. Erin's erratic behavior pulled her away from the desire to fuck her lover on the table. It appeared as though she was not the only one who expected something to happen with her roommate since Kep had the same look of anticipation on his face as well. In her mind, she mentally counted to ten while waiting for the girl to explode since she appeared truly agitated this morning. “Some men like meekness. Just imagine how she probably screws. More than likely, she only takes it missionary style without a single noise.” Her voice was soft as she truly imagined the act in her mind. That thought process did not last long since it bored her.<br/><br/>Surprise appeared in her dark brown eyes at Erin’s reason for being in sunny temperament this morning. Olaana felt an ounce of admiration for the prissy woman even if she did not like her one ounce. It took a lot of bravery or stupidity to mess with Erin in the morning. Kep's comment was met with a shrug of indifference. “I suppose you would know what she talks about, wouldn't you, Kepler?” The comment on Lexie did not mean much to her though the girl always appeared drunk on life and Elizabeth. In truth, she was not sure what to think about young clown. Especially after those rumors about the celebratory night. “Poisonous indeed. It is always those you don't expect to have the most venom.” At that moment, Lawrence became involved with what sounded like a warning. Her lips pursed together in displeasure as she resisted the urge to rise away from the table. Whose side would he take if it ever came between Elizabeth and herself? He risked his life for her in order to get her the title of beast master, but was that for her or the circus? She could not be sure, and she was, quite frankly, afraid of the answer. "A scorn woman is one to be feared."<br/><br/>She became quiet for a second, listening the train along with the clatter of forks and spoons against plates. "Here's to hoping dinner is better than breakfast."