<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elizabeth Sawyer<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Ring Mistress<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On tip of the Bathing Car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This Dress  (http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/310355/310355_in_l.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3pm First Day<br/><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong>French Canadian accent, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Elizabeth rarely paid top dollar for absolutely anything modern.  There were the ins and outs of running a business these days where you had absolutely no choice, such as the Macbook Pro that absolutely no one knew she owned, but she only allowed herself two things that were not required.  The first was for the benefit of the family.  The bathing car was new and top of the line.  The other was strictly selfish…Her blackout window shades allowed her to get a full nights rest, no matter when she went to bed.  But this time the full nights rest found an entirely new meaning.  She only required six hours of sleep, but with the amount she had drank the night before it took twelve before she finally woke up.  Even with twelve hours, she felt her head spinning that did nothing to help the massive headache that came with it.  She had never in her life had a hang over until she found the Spirit…She knew that she now received them as a punishment for her weaknesses.<br/><br/>She groaned when she awoke and pushed the pillow over her head even though her room was black as night.  “I hate myself.” She spoke into the pillow as she regretted what she’d drank the night before.  Finally the pillow was pushed away and she moved to the edge of her bed.  She leaned forward and pushed the blinds to the side.  She was so used to waking up at the break of dawn with it’s lovely dim light that she was shocked by the brightness of mid day that just made her wince in pain.  She covered her face and slowly waited for her eyes to adjust before she lowered her arm and looked to the clock.  2Pm.  By now most of the Family had been up for hours, and there it’s leader was just lifting from bed.  The Spirit hadn’t needed to punish her with a hang over to make her feel shame for her own selfishness.<br/><br/>Elizabeth stood up completely naked and began to walk from window to window, opening the curtains.  Every one hurt a bit more, but she saw it as penance for her own mistake.  Once they were all opened she groaned and looked back to the clock.  She was quite positive her pours were still leaking the scent of alcohol, and also that nothing but a shower would help to fix the way she felt.  She quickly gathered a bathing bag, put on a pair of blue cotton pajama pants and a loose fitting blue tshirt and left her room.  She took the walk of shame with dignity, not casting an eye at anyone who saw her in such a state.<br/><br/>She made her way into the bathing car and found one of two private showering stalls in the car.  Fortunately everyone had already showered, so there was no one to bother her with conversation.  She took a very long shower under very hot water that gently burned her skin before she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.  She dried herself off and put on her underwear, before putting on her dress.  The water had helped to cure the hang over, but it was still there.  That meant that her mind was still burning with everything that happened the previous night.  She needed fresh air, and more important, air flowing through her hair.  She’d deal with the tangles later, but she needed a moment to clear her head.<br/><br/>She left her bag in the bathing car before she walked to the intersection between the bathing car and the first of the Animal cars.  She could hear the horses talk back and forth even with the rumble of the train as she found the ladder that ran up the backside of the bathing car.  Elizabeth began to climb the ladder until her head was finally above the top of the bathing car.  She paused for a moment as she felt the wind in her wet hair.  The train did not move very quickly, at best twenty miles an hour.  So it wasn’t enough to sweep you from where you stood, which is why she was able to climb the rest of the way until she crawled onto the roof of the car.<br/><br/>One of the things she had requested being put on top of her only modern car were a sequence of bars.  They seemed to be a rib cage on top of the bathing car, but the purpose of it was simply for people to be able to actually be out doors without the risk of falling off.  She crawled on her hands and knees along the top of the car until she found a spot along the edge.  Her legs tucked under the bars on the outside edge of the train as her bare feet lowered, dangling in front of a window in the mens quarters.  The breeze caused by the train had her hair flowing to the right side of her shoulder, and she simply enjoyed the view that she had.  The flats of Kansas offered fields of green, and random outlets of trees to disrupt the monotony.  Yet she found it beautiful.  This was still untouched farm lands, had she been sitting on top of this very train eighty years ago she may have seen the very same site.