<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lawrence Hawkins<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Old Timer<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Food Car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jim(NPC cook), Olaana.<br/><br/>Elizbeth would likely not awake for a few hours after the train had began it’s journey.  If Lawrence knew one thing, he knew this.  Elizabeth wasn’t exactly capable of dealing with negative emotion with a sober mind, and he was almost positive that by the time she had fallen asleep it was in a drunken stupor that would leave her sleeping into the damned near evening.  Of course she was one of the few capable of doing this on the train since her room was one of two that had curtains thick enough to hide the sunlight…She forced most to wake up with the sun.  He couldn’t really bitch about it though, as it’d been his idea before he’d left.<br/><br/>Lawrence however had been lucky enough to earn a private room.  He had thought to demand Chloes, but he had absolutely no qualms with the girl and he did not wish to make trouble where it wasn’t needed.  So he had awoken shortly after the sun had came out, when the thin curtain could no longer hold back the brightness of early morning.  The train itself was nearly comforting.  After so many years sleeping on it, the bumps and turns had became a comforting thing that helped him sleep.  But he did not leave his room right away.  Instead he waited for a while, choosing to read a book since he knew that the person he wished to visit wouldn’t be easy to find right away.  Finally he took up a bag and made his way to the bathing car.<br/><br/>Lawrence finally made his way into the Eating Quarters a few minutes after Olaana had came in with his hair still wet.  Her back was to him, but he took a quick look towards her before he approached the chef. “Morning, Jim.  Guessing you have my plates ready?” Jim was an old timer that had been there through the dramatic stages who had taken Lawrences side.  He had never voiced his opinion as he knew his place in the circus(Or more so with Elizabeth), but the moment that Lawrence returned he ensured him that as long as Lawrence provided the ingredients he could have whatever he wanted. “Of course.  When I saw your new friend enter I started them up, figured if you didn’t arrive in time I’d just give them all to her.” Jim said it with a silly smile.  He’d never been one for gossip, which was odd since he tended to hear a lot of it handling the different tables.  Jim turned around and took the food from the grill.  Sausage, Bacon, Scrambled Eggs and a blackened hash browns.  Jim only put the first three on the two plates. “It’s a bitch trying to cook hash browns on a grill.  Give me time and I’ll figure it out.” Jim pushed the two plates across the island that separated the “kitchen” from the rest of the train car.  Lawrence just smiled and shrugged.  “Frankly I’m shocked you didn’t burn the eggs.”<br/><br/>Lawrence lifted the plates and walked across the room without waiting for Jim to reply.  Olaana was sitting at a table for six by herself, and Lawrence walked around it to sit directly across from her.  He set the two plates down.  One had four breakfast sausages and quite a few slices of bacon, where as the other held the heaping of scrambled eggs. “Next time just tell him you’re with me and you’ll get much better provisions.” Lawrence reached forward and pushed the plate of meat to one side before he used a fork to push half of the eggs onto it.  Next, he divvied the meat in equal amounts so that both plates were the same.  He pulled his towards him and took up his fork again, taking a bite of the eggs.  Once swallowed, he spoke to Olaana without looking at her.<br/><br/>“How’re you doing, Olaana?” His fork plucked up one of the sausages on his plate and he took a bite.  His eyes finally turned towards his friend, and once he finished his food he continued. “I know that this must be awful for you, being locked up in such a way.  It takes some getting used to.  And I know the Animals hate it, but I hope that they’ve gotten used to it.” Lawrence began to finish the breakfast sausage as he looked towards Olaana.  What he had really wanted to ask her was how she was doing with the particular situation she was put in.  They had both known what was to come once he brought her into the circus, but it didn’t mean that either were particularly pleased with it.  Elizabeth had made it quite clear she wasn’t happy with Olaanas being there, and Olaana herself  seemed to despise the Ring Mistress.  He honestly didn’t blame either party, and only blamed himself for making yet another rift within the Family.  Yet he wasn’t sure if it would be a bad thing in the long run.