<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lawrence Hawkins<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Old Timer<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Food Car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Olaana, Kepler, Erin (Speaking to random NPC)<br/><br/>It took everything that was decent within Lawrence to figure out what his next move simply had to be.  Every other part of him was screaming for him to not accept the words that either female had cast his way.  Neither of them had any right to  outright disrespect him in such a way, let alone question his place within this circus.  Kepler was the only one who didn’t draw his wrath, yet he knew that a conversation would be forced upon the man the next day.  Kepler had kept his cool, while the girls hadn’t.  Of course he hadn’t expected them to, and thus he had no choice but to back down for this moment.  It did of course help that they both left, and they left with a Kiss from Olaana.<br/><br/>That action was a bit confusing to him.  He’d never known Olaana to have a thing for women.  Of course he’d always only known Olaana for having an obsession for him.  He wondered briefly if it was an attempt at making him jealous.  If it was anything other than that, than it seemed to be nothing more than an irrational action that really had no place.  In his mind, that would have been worse then the words that had been said.  Words were easily forgotten, actions however were not.<br/><br/>Thus, Lawrence did nothing more than remain in his seat and allow the table to empty itself.  By this time his appetite had been perfectly spoiled, and he knew that the remainder of his food would go to waste.  On most occasions he’d bring the left overs to the animals, as everyone in the circus knew that waste was something that was absolutely unacceptable.  But the worst possible thing he could do right now is confront Olaana in a private setting.  Erin was not his problem, she was Elizabeths.  And he knew damned straight that Elizabeth would deal with her problem, as she was nothing if not vigilant in assuring that people knew there place.<br/><br/>But Olaana was his problem.  And if he didn’t deal with her, then Elizabeth would.  He knew outright that Elizabeths jealousy would lead to a punishment that was far too severe.  Hell, he wouldn’t be in the least bit surprised if Elizabeth just decided to kill the girl.  The only thing stopping her would be the fact she’d know that Lawrence was protective over those he cared for.  Even Elizabeth, who he couldn’t stand, was still under Lawrences protection.  Just because he no longer loved her didn’t mean she didn’t have a place within his heart.<br/><br/>He sat perfectly still for just long enough for one of the stage hands (A newbie he’d guess) came over to ask if he was finishing his plate.  Wrong place, wrong time, and an apology that Lawrence would hate having to make later.  His eyes shot to the man, and there was nothing but venom within them. “If Elizabeth was sitting here with a plate of ribs and lamb clearly full, would you have the audacity to approach her and ask for the left overs?  You and everyone else on this fucking train need to realize that just because I was gone doesn’t mean my place isn’t exactly what it was when I was forced to leave.  You cannot have a fucking piece of my food.  I’d rather it be thrown out the window for the flies.” His outburst was kept quiet enough for only the man to hear.<br/><br/>The man stuttered over his words, clearly in a state of panic as Lawrence stood up and slid the contents of his plate into the trash.  He would hear about this from Elizabeth, and he would take his rant as he should.  He did wrong, and he would accept his punishment.<br/><br/>Better luck for Olaana and Erin.