<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>On tip of the Bathing Car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This Dress  (http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/310355/310355_in_l.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>3pm First Day<br/><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong>French Canadian accent, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lexie<br/><br/>This was an all together rare, if not unique moment with Elizabeth.  She wasn’t the…Sit down and talk about your feelings type of girl.  Yeah, she may sit there and talk at you about them…But she really didn’t care what most people had to say in return, and had never really had interest in other peoples little romantic woes.  It was always a very basic reaction, though it was never really said.<em>Show me a more fucked up situation then what I had to go through and I may care.  Until then, you’re crying over childish matters.</em>It was incredibly selfish of her, but it was also very Elizabeth of her.  The cold guise did wonders when attempting to control the Family.  If you showed weakness, then surely someone would pounce on it.<br/><br/>Or perhaps she was just paranoid.<br/><br/>But Lexie was different.  She actually sat there and<em>listened</em>to what the girl had to say.  She didn’t simply hear it, she thought about it and let it resonate.  Perhaps she hadn’t exactly been through the tragic events that Elizabeth had, but the pain was none the less just as real.  Before Lawrence had returned she probably would have cared, but fresh wounds tended to change people.  Despite the fact she wished to comfort her as she poured her heart out about the differences in herself and Kink, she…she really didn’t know how to.  Elizabeth would never be the type to lie to someone to cheer them up.  Everything that Lexie said was true, so Elizabeth decided it’d be best just to let her get it out.  Sometimes just saying the words was comfort in and of itself.<br/><br/>And sometimes it just sucked.<br/><br/>Elizabeth had finally meant to verbalize something when she was taken a bit by surprise.  She had been looking ahead at the fields as she calculated her own emotions, so when a soft head of red hair ended up on her shoulder she was left muted for a moment.  She was also left a bit stiff.  You could throw her around a bedroom and she’d feel perfectly at home, but something this simple was foreign.  But that didn’t keep her from wrapping an arm around Lexies back while her hand began to run through the girls hair.  She didn’t respond right away.<br/><br/>She wanted to lie.  She wanted more than ever to lie and tell the girl that things did get easier.  Instead Elizabeth shook her head.  Lexie wouldn’t see it, but she’d feel the movement.  Elizabeths hand lifted to slip Lexies hair from her forhead, and she gently kissed the girls temple before looking back out to the field. “I really want to tell you that it does.   I mean, I imagine that in time it will become easier.  But as long as you still have those feelings, then the pain won’t go away.  I guess that you learn to adapt to it and just become used to it.  But it’s always there.  And it has a nasty habit of sneaking up on you when you finally think that you have it under control.” Elizabeths hand lowered from Lexies hair and wrapped around her waist.<br/><br/>She wasn’t entirely sure what the feelings were that were stirring inside of her.  All that she knew was that she was suddenly feeling incredibly protective over Lexie.  It wasn’t a feeling of lust or romanticism, instead something a bit more private.  If she had to put a finger on it she guessed it was some strange form of motherly bond with the girl.  Sure they were about the same age…But the things they had experienced in their lives seemed to set them apart decades.  She wanted to make sure that that gap wasn’t changed.  She liked her clown the way she was. “Our next stop, all of the girls should go out to a club.  I know it’s really not our thing…But I think there are quite a few of us who could do well with a few drinks and a stranger to dance with.  Of course I’m sure that I’ll second guess that by the end of the night.”