Name: Lottie<br/>Place within Hierarchy: New talent<br/>Role: Act<br/>Position:  entertainer<br/>Location: The Big Tent<br/>Wearing: interesting clothing<br/>Tagging: Kate and open.<br/><br/>Lottie sipped a little water and watched on as sure as eggs were eggs she would likely be drunk by the end of the night that was if her sister got her way. She continued to watch on quietly taking in the varying characters of the circus. My but they were interacting in so many complex and elaborate ways. So many silvery threads seemed to tie each one to another then to another like some intricate and beautiful spiders web. As she watched Lottie brushed her sister’s hair out of her face even before Kate had lifted her own hand.<br/><br/><br/>It had to be said, being called ‘the girls’ or ‘the twins’, rather grated on Lottie, though joined and though physically they were very different, still she supposed that it was inevitable, for it even happened with twins who were not in their rather more unusual condition. Also she was aware that they often made people a little uncomfortable, even carnie folks had been known to look upon them as ‘freaks’. However carnival folks tended to be more accepting and they were the people that they had always known, even if the faces were different, there were always certain personalities one could rely on being there.<br/><br/>As she mingled a little with her sister Lottie continued to drink water, hoping that she might keep Kate and herself from becoming too inebriated. Moving with such grace and perfect synchronicity with her twin the two were most certainly a site to behold, and they held something of the ‘old world’ of a travelling fair about them. Perhaps it was already the warming sensation of the scotch that Kate was drinking or just the fact that she tended to have to be a little more outgoing when it was her twins choice of an evening, whatever the reason a little more of her ‘public ‘ persona shone through.<br/><br/><strong>Kate my dearest heart…so who is your victim tonight…or should I guess for you know we have no secrets. Do you have your dance card ready should you be asked?”</strong>A little chuckle slipped from her lips.<strong> Let us hope that this evening we do not get any of those rather leery drunk gentlemen and their unwanted advances …if they can be called that. I am sure that here that will not be the case.”</strong>However one could never be too sure.<br/><br/>Lottie had still not made too many ‘friends’ yet, as it was less in her nature, being a little shy and retiring.<br/>