<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elizabeth Sawyer<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Ring Mistress<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.  Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>French Canadian accent, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lexie, Her Family<br/><br/>“Yes, Lexie, that is what I would like for you to wear.  Do not worry, you look lovely.” She gave her clown a reassuring smile as they stood in one of the few private places within the Big Tent, a small changing room who’s walls were the same matching linen as the tents walls.  This was the only place in the tent that had an electric light at the moment, as it was far too small and confined to risk candles.  “Whenever you’re ready to join us.” Elizabeth turned from Lexia and the rest of the clowns before exiting the doors of the changing room.<br/><br/>Her Family had already began to fill the Big Tent.  Quite a of the stage hands had already begun what was a great many of their favorite past times; tending to the alcohol on an evening when they knew that they were allowed to over indulge.  Being hung over during strike was their own problem to deal with, the delicate work of taking down the Trapeze was delegated to Mariana and whomever she trusted with the task.  She paid little attention to her family for the time being as she crossed the open expanse of the tents floor, which was now clear of the debris and seating arrangement for the crowd.  Elizabeth found her place towards the back of the tent, Where an over sized wooden chair with plush seating and backing sat between two tables.  Chairs were placed on either side of the tables, and scattered in a circle around her and a larger table in the middle.  Yes, it looked like a throne.  And yes, she realized the implications of it.  But it was by far the best place for her to observe her family, and with her back only feet from the wall she didn’t have to worry about missing a thing.<br/><br/>These celebrations were her favorite part of the entire circus tour with the exception of her act.  This was the one evening where rules were more or less forgotten.  Words stated that would get you slapped or chastised could be blamed on the alcohol.  Acts that would receive a foul eye or a dock in pay would be smiled at and encouraged.  Elizabeth herself would drop her guard and forget that she had a family to take care of.  These nights always took care of themselves, whether or not it was the spirit itself guiding them into a worry free evening or something else entirely.  She took in the crowd one more time.  Not everyone had arrived just yet, but they always came and went as they pleased.<br/><br/>Elizabeth leaned forward to take the neck of a bottle of iced champagne, untwisting the protective lock before popping the cork.  It landed somewhere in the middle of the floor.  She poured herself a glass and set the bottle on the table beside of her.  The loud pop had caught the eyes of a few, most went on their way.  It only took one tipping back of the glass to find it empty, she placed it beside the bottle of wine and rose again to her feet.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat, and spoke with an elevated tone to ensure all could hear.  The tent did a wonderful job echoing her voice so that she did not have to yell. “My friends, My loves, My Family.  Yet another week has passed, yet another flawless Circus.  Without every last one of you, it could have never happened.” Her French accent was incredibly warm, her words clearly spoken with the utmost love.  “Our spirit has grown even stronger within us and within itself, and in thanks we give it this evening.”<br/><br/>Her lips curled into a devious smile with that, the emotional monologue clearly a damper upon the mood that had already began to flow.  Finally she lifted her arms into the air, and spoke with a much more playful tone. “But fuck all of the emotional non sense, lets drink, smoke, and forget what we’ve done in the morning!” With that the linen doors of the dressing room flew into the air, and all of her clowns made their way into the room.  Men and women found themselves cheering, and the clowns found themselves weaving between both genders with what seemed like an utter lack of modesty.<br/><br/>Elizabeth sat down as she felt butterflies in her belly and goose bumps along her flesh, this would never get old.  Another glass was filled, another glass was empty, and for the moment she sat alone until she decided it was time to join the fun.  Or until someone decided to join in on hers.