\<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>Kep,<em>watching Elizabeth, Lexie, and Lawrence</em><br/><hr/><br/>“I assure you, Kepler. No miracle is necessary for such to occur. We both know life here is quite unpredictable.” It was at the tip of her tongue to further dispute his ardent claim of not being placed in the ring, but she held her thoughts to herself. Chloe believe Elizabeth could make a whale perform if it was desired by her. The ring mistress’s ability to scout out talent was not a negative attribute since it was the reason for them being so successful. She lifted the napkin off her lap and touched each corner to her lips then placed in on the plate for one of the circus hands working tonight to take away from the table.<br/><br/>“Well, let me be the first of many to say how grateful I am for your presence in the crowds.”<br/><br/>She was more than pleased with her ingenuity to maneuver conversation away from herself when Kepler shocked her yet again in the same night. Nothing signaled her being slightly startled by his touch other than the loud inhalation of air through her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed together, completely confused, as she waited for an explanation for the public display. Chloe, if you need company. For a moment, she thought he was going to give her some type of sexual proposition. It was an utterly foolish thought since Kepler was not that type of man. As he spoke further, she realized her attempt at hiding troubled thoughts from him likely did not succeed. She bit her lower lip, uncaring if it ruined the light lipstick painted there for this occasion. With a small bow of her head, she conceded a small bit to him. “I always welcome company though you might find watching me shop dull since I am a picky woman. “ Her sharp blue eyes rose to connect with his. “Though I must tell you, it is confusing that you would become angry with me for not seeking out your assistance. It is not your duty to see to my emotional state of well being.”<br/><br/>Chloe could not be sure how he took her words. She settled herself in the seat and took the last sip of her bourbon. A positively warm feeling spread through her body though it had nothing to do with the spirit in the air. She was tipsy. The music changed, and her foot began to tap against the floor again. “I would love to dance.” Her chair was pushed back gently as she rose up to her feet. Concern crossed her face since it appeared as though Elizabeth and Lexie planned to dance with Lawrence. Did they intend to make it a performance? Chloe could not be sure at first, but when they started to dance the answer was clear. Her face blushed nearly as red as an apple as she turned away from the dance floor.<br/><br/><em>Nothing but whores and tramps in the circus.</em><br/><br/>Her father's voice penetrated her mind violently as she gently pressed a finger to her temple. Just then, she noticed the familiar face of Sochi settle down on the floor. "Greetings, Sochi," she called to him while trying to calm her racing heart. Just then, she glanced back up at Kepler as the scent of whatever Sochi smoked came under her nose. "I am not a harlot." The words were meant to be spoken inside of her mind, but they slipped out her lips. Chloe resisted the urge to pour herself another drink since she knew her body could not take much liquor due to not drinking it often. "Perhaps we should wait until our ringmistress and the others are done screwing each other with cloths on for our benefit."