<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olaana Noemi<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><del>Elizabeth's</del>Lawrence's Talent<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Beast Master<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Food Car<br/><strong>Time:</strong>First Morning after train depart<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lawrence, Erin, Kep<br/><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr/><br/>It appeared as if her conversation with Lawrence was over though not much came out of it. There was no protest from her since she had grown used to their silence. Eventually, they always managed to talk about their issues or concerns when the other person least expected it.<br/><br/>A boisterous laugh escaped her lips as she laughed with mischief dancing in her eyes at Kepler’s response to joining their table. He appeared like a child that had been forced to sit with the adults in her eyes. Still, his desire to not sit with her amused her. The pleasure of his company vanished when he sat down at the table. Why would he choose to sit close to his torment rather than by Lawrence? She bounced around a few explanations in her mind then concluded that he secretly enjoyed her verbal prods. Perhaps he was a secret masochist. The thought of it conjured excitement in her bones. Her eyes softened at Lawrence's comment as she recalled a very dangerous encounter of theirs. "I would think you like me the way I am, but the animals are much more dangerous than me. I am their servant."<br/><br/>She nearly missed his glance over at their plates then she merely shrugged and smiled at him. “It appears as though Jim likes Lawrence.” Without warning, she scooted the plate in the middle of them to share. It was not due to liking him as a person but rather an old habit from childhood to share what was technically hers. The act of kindness was abruptly overshadowed as she reached over to pick up Kepler’s cup then drain the rest of his orange juice. It was quite delicious. Olaana then placed it down on the table as she glanced up at him as if waiting for a reaction then her hands came up as if to ward off an attack from him. “We’re all family.” It was a sorry excuses for drinking his orange juice but she refused to think of another.<br/><br/>“I barely slept at all,” she answered honestly without thought of the consequences of her words. It was not due to the train being uncomfortable, but its confinement. The windows would not open so she was forced to stare out into the darkness. Not feel the fresh air or cold of morning. Being on the train was her cage, but that did not mean she had to enjoy it. Like the animals, she would not be in the most pleasant or patient of moods while on the train. There was not much to secure away other than her clothes and books. Nothing else was granted to her in parting from her father. "Everything is packed away into its place." She did not notice the prune's entrance until she caught the vibrant hair of Erin. A genuine smile appeared on her face as she waved her roommate over to join them at breakfast. "Don't be shy," Olaana teased lightly then gestured for her to come over to their table. For some reason, she decided to comment on Lawrence's assumption of Kep having lots of female's attention. "I do believe Kepler likes bitches."<em>Of frills and gentle manners.</em>Her eyes glanced over at the woman drinking tea then returned to present company.