<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>Outside Erin's room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Chloe was smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in her dress when the door opened to reveal a less than pleased Erin frowning at her. A tight smile appeared on her face in response to the inappropriateness. It appeared as though they were on the same page at least with how they felt about each other. The only difference was that Erin lacked class and proper upbringing to not display her inner feelings. “Good morning to you too,” she responded in a calm tone. The offer to step into the room was ignored as she remained close to the door. Unlike her room, Erin’s looked a complete and utter mess.<br/><br/>Disgust flashed in her eyes then quickly disappeared in the blink of an eye. How a woman could live in such filth was beyond her? She would not step in the room even if there were raging lions in the corridors. Her eyes followed the dart as it was thrown into the heart of the board.<em>Why on earth did I stop to check on this woman?</em>Right now, she could be in the dining cart with her tea and fruit for breakfast. “I was merely making sure you had not injured yourself with your weapons.” She nearly used the word toys instead of weapons, but caution urged her that such an insult would not be wise in current company. To her delight or dismay, Erin looked perfectly fine without a scratch on her body.<br/><br/>Chloe’s hand came up to her ebony hair as she tucked an curl behind her ear as she contemplated the best way to excuse herself from unpleasant company. The look given to her choice of clothing was meet with narrowed eyes since Erin’s appearances were much worst than her own. Plus, she loved her dresses. Kep did not seem to mind them either. Well, most of the time. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she made it seem as though appearing like a woman of the fifties was horrid trait to possess. Surely, she did not believe her harlot attire was better. “Well, I always enjoyed ladylike clothing rather than those wore by children nowadays. I truly do not understand why people wish to look like harlots. Perhaps it’s a phase as is most trends in fashion.”<br/><br/>Erin’s mood was truly unpredictable, and she was becoming more uncomfortable with each passing second in the woman's company. Finally, she managed to say a comment that actually hurt and inflamed Chloe's rarely displayed temper. Lapdog? It was truly more insulting than talking badly of her fashion decisions. “You truly know nothing of the circus if you think I am a lapdog to our ring mistress. But please, think what you would like of me since in the long run your opinion means nothing.” With her job now completed, she took a step back into the corridors, clearly ready to leave the girl to her games. Curiosity bubbled forth as she recalled it was with Olaana that this room was shared. That tidbit of information did not exactly make the other woman appear in better in her eyes. More like two wolves rooming together.