<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7f1erUar1ql0mb8o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Wayland<br/>Place within Hierarchy: New Talent<br/>Role: Hand<br/>Position: Musician<br/>Location: Lexie's Room<br/>Wearing: A loose fitting plaid shirt (http://www.hollister-dundrum.com/images/hollister/Hollister-Mens-Plaid-Shirts-Blue.jpg) with a white sleeveless shirt underneath, as well as a pair of stone washed jeans (http://media.impericon.com/media/catalog/product/d/i/dickies_manchaster_stonewashed_jeans_lg.jpg) and old boots (http://ramblinjackson.com/wp-content/themes/ramblinJackson/img/cowboyBoots.png).<br/>Languages and Accent: English, Southern Accent<br/>Tagging: Lexie<br/><br/>Wayland found a half grin coming to his face as she smiled, 'Well at least you did something half right.' he thought to himself, still noticing the red of her face and the glassiness of her eyes. As she turned from the door he finally got a hold of himself, straightening up and putting a smile on his face, "Uh, sure." He strode into the room, his boots tapping against the floor with each step. His hands slid into his pockets, anchored by his thumbs which sat just outside, his eyes taking in her room. It looked quite a lot better than his, which was rather bland if you could even call it that.<br/><br/>He hesitated for a second when she asked him if he'd like to sit down, a faint red tint showing up in his face. He covered up what ever signs of nervousness with a smile, "Yeah, sure." He walked over to her bed and sat down easily next to her. God knew he was nervous right now but he shrugged it off as best he could, turning slightly to look at her. "So," He started, glancing at the pillow on the bed where he figured she had muffled most of her sobs, "How long have you been with the Circus?" He didn't want to straight away ask her if she was ok, the look on her face telling him the mere mention of her crying may send her back into the fit again. If anything he was here to attempt and calm her if he could, and maybe develop a friend out of the girl in the end.<br/><br/>There was one thing many people back at home knew about Wayland and it was he couldn't stand seeing a girl cry. Some of which who knew it could get them their way if they played their hands right. There were more than enough nights when every ounce of money he made at the bar ended up going to drinks for anyone who looked like they needed them.