<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>Elizabeth, Lawerence, Kinky, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The sound of applause still rang in her ears along with the words of gratitude for such a marvelous performance after the end of the show from those who had the pleasure of watching her perform. As always, Chloe smiled for her little fans along with gave out her autographs to those who wanted it. Her outward appearance towards the masses never faltered once even though over the years, their comments all began to sound similar. There were always the rowdy males after a show, leering at her body, as if she might roll over like a well trained dog for them to hump.<br/><br/>The younger ones were always a delight since their voices held a certain respect and admiration. Magic. That's what they called her act. Pure, untainted magic. She never denied the people anything since it was for them that she practiced until her body ached nearly every day and night. After the last person left the circus grounds, she could still feel the presence of the Spirit in the air. Tantalizing and enticing to all bound to it. When she first arrived years ago, it took all her will to resist becoming something her father would hate worse than a freak. Her hands raked through her hair, loving its softness against her fingertips, before heading over to the train to change quickly for the customary celebration.<br/><br/>Although one was not required to attend, no one hardly ever missed the gathering unless for personal reasons such as illness. Once in her personal compartment, she went through her belongings to put on a green flapper dressed with black stitching of flowers on her flesh. Next there was her sheer stockings. Pearl earrings were placed in her ear before she clasped a necklace around her throat. It was loose enough not to dangle too much. Leaving her hair down, she picked up a miniature black hat then secured it into her hair.<br/><br/>Last but not least, Chloe put on her long satin gloves, shoes, and shawl. She checked herself in the mirror a few times until she was satisfied with her appearance. It did not take long for her to make it back to the Big tent, and she could already hear the sounds of her fellow family members along with smell the smoke in the air. Even if she was not close with all of them, she still thought of everyone as family since they were all she had left in this world after her father disowned her for joining the circus.<em>A place for tramps.</em>For a second or two, she stood in the entrance way of the tent, taking in the grandeur of the place as if it was her first time. It all was so different from what she was used to back home, but over the years, she learned to adjust to a great and many things which were unfamiliar to her.<br/><br/>Smiling at those around her, she moved deeper inside of the tent with the intent to quench her thirst at one of the tables with drinks. Though she was fooling herself since liquor did nothing but make one thirstier. She skirted her hand past a few of the choices then stopped in front of some bourbon. Despite herself, she liked the taste of it over others. Tilting the small bottle over, she allowed for the reddish brown liquor to fill a medium sized wine glass. The first sip sent a little burn down her throat, and she blinked at its strength. The music caused her to sway a little. Nothing fancy. Just enjoying herself.<br/><br/>She stood up straight with glass in hand just as Elizabeth came out in some type of costume. Even though the color was lovely, it was far too revealing for Chloe's personal taste when offstage. As the ring-mistress began to speak, she gave her undivided attention even though it was the same speech as any other night since each of their performances were always amazing. There wee hardly ever any mistakes, and even if one happened the audience never seemed to notice. Delicately, she placed the glass down on the table since she thought Elizabeth was done speaking, and she intended to clap but then she started back talking again. Chloe visible winced at the curse before quickly picking back up her cup to take another sip to prevent herself from speaking out against Elizabeth use of such foul language. There were plenty of ways to say enjoy one's self without using obscenities.<br/><br/>Chloe was making her way over to sit in a set when K decided to make himself known to those present. Of course, K was Kinky, but there was no way she intended to call him by such a name. He was not cordial enough to reveal his own so she was forced to invent one for him. She withheld the need to chuckle as K went on some type of praise for Elizabeth's leadership. By now, she was next to Lawrence as she silently observed K trying to get others to join him. Chloe did not. Instead, she merely raised her lips into a smile in Elizabeth's direction since there was no need for sound to come from her lips in the form of cheering. "Someone has had a bit too much to drink though one could not expect more from one of such lack in inhibitions." The words were spoken softly more for herself than anyone else yet Lawrence might have been able to hear her. As K came over, she debated on if she wanted to entertain his company or not.<br/><br/>Instead of going off to seat on her own, she sat exactly two seats away from Lawrence. Her lips pursed at him in displeasure before saying softly, "K, I do believe you forgot to put on your shirt or do you intend for you tattoos to suffice as a form of covering?" It was hard to tell if the question was serious or not. Her eyes shifted over to Lawrence since she realized she'd been disrespectful to him unintentionally. "Hello, Lawrence." Her nose wriggled slightly since K was not the only one smelling of smoke.