\<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe M. Mallory<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act/ Trapeze Artist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kep<br/><hr/><br/>Her thoughts were going a thousand miles an hour as she slowly began to tune out the music. The voices. The circus. Not even the faint rush from Spirit in the air reached her mind. Chloe was prone to daydreaming when at this events since none of its grandeur interested her. At her, she was still a simple country girl, who did not mind getting dirty in the dirt at a fair. Yet. It became more difficult to focus when they drew closer to her hometown.<br/><br/><br/>She knew that it would not be long before the train stopped back in her hometown. It was an odd conflict within her mind. The desire to see her family in the audience. Over the years away from home, her father still had not forgiven her. She had been banished from her home without a backward glance. Her actions, apparently, were unforgivable. None of her letters were answered. The money she sent to help out with the bills and make life easier was sent back without a word on anyone’s welfare.<br/><br/>So deep in her mind, she did not notice Kep approaching her. At the sound of his voice, she jumped before emitting a faint scream of fright. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as her face flushed with embarrassment. Nervous laughter came from her lips as she tried to get a hold of herself rather than look like a fool in front of him and others in the tent. She listened to his words as her ocean blue eyes glanced back to Elizabeth, who wore a frown on her face for some reason. She could not fathom why the woman was not pleased since the circus was doing well. It did not occur to her that the woman suffered from issues that did not have anything to do with her business of making people into perfection at their talents.<br/><br/>Her lips curved upward to return his smirk with a gentle smile. “I am afraid you are too late to drag me down. Kay has already done it with his unpredictable desire to shock me with his behavior. I would appreciate it though if you did not try to pull me down further into the wallows of despair.” She regarded him seriously, unintentionally staring at him without speaking, until a sound broke her concentration. Her stomach rumbled loudly at the word ‘dinner’ since she had not eaten before the show. It was not wise to twirl through the air with a full stomach. “Sure. Do you plan to sit by me or Elizabeth?”  Her voice was neutral with the question to not make him feel uncomfortable with her before she placed her arm in his so he could escort her to a table. “I just did not want you to feel forced to eat by me. So what did you say to get Elizabeth in such bad temperament?” Gently, she attempted to pull him in the direction of a table.<br/>