<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>Open<br/><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr/><br/>The rhythmic sound of her boots echoed Olaana made her way through the small corridor space towards the direction of the scent of food. She had been up for a while now since an animal keeper's job was never finished since the hours were often unpredictable. Already, she worked at gaining the trust and loyalty of her animals with and without the assistance of the spirit. In the morning, she ensured they possessed enough water along with proper food for each of their diets. Their train cars needed to be keep tidy as well since it served as their temporary home. Most of the animals were social creatures she hoped to be accepted into their fold within time. All of them were reasonably healthy even though they often seemed antsy on the train. It was a sentiment she shared with the animals. The train, although large, made her feel like a prisoner in a cage.<br/><br/>Now, since her duties were done, she was intended on getting some type of breakfast from the chef. She could care less if it was cereal or pancakes with bacon. Nourishment was needed. The train rocked back and forth, and she nearly fell since the movement was foreign to her. A curse escaped her lips as she pulled open the train door. Instantly, the wind blew into her face with a refreshing breeze. Her hair would have been flowing around her face if it were not for the tight band which pulled the long strands back into a ponytail. Her eyes watched the greenery past by with a hint of excitement for the future even if she hated the circus's tyrant leader, Elizabeth.<br/><br/>Olaana, quite simply, despised the woman with every fiber of her being. It was only due to her affection for Lawrence that she did not lash out with the hateful jealousy held for the woman. Olaana's lips slipped down into a frown as she opened the next train car door to enter the prison again. The smell of food brightened her spirits again with a growl of her stomach. It smelled like there would be some type of meat on the menu. She'd just entered the domain of the chef cook. A bright smile was given in his direction before she settled down into one of the seats. Her alliance or friendship with the man was being built with each day since she wished to have the option for better food on the menu rather than the scraps offered for dinner the other night. Pretty soon, a bowl of oatmeal was place in front of her along with some hard looking bread and two slices of bacon. With no intention to complain, she began to bite into her bread, making an audible crunch. Even though she appeared relax in seat, she was anxious for some form of company to make herself more integrated into the circus. As a girl and a woman, she was not used to being alone. Sure, the animals were delightful company, but human contact was always welcomed. She was not exactly sure if her favorite person in the circus was woke or not due to the girl having her own hours rather than matching the rise and fall of the sun.