<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>All in dining cart<br/><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr/><br/>To be honest, Olaana was in a state of listening but not listening with only a comment here and there to fill in the gaps of what would have been silence and feed the Erin's fire. It was nothing personal against Chloe even though Erin’s words about her being a bitch were true. She was merely a pawn in the bigger scheme of the game, of the conquest. She knew that the woman was indeed favored, whether willing or unwilling, by the woman who she hated and envied above all others.<br/><br/>So she danced with danger despite the foolishness of it. It was all pure enjoyment to her without the desire to actually ascend to the next level of doing bodily harm to Chloe. Then, it appeared as though Erin was not content with the scale of their game. It needed to reach higher levels. Olaana allowed a flicker of surprise to appear on her face as it mixed with cautious amusement when Erin hopped up then yelled across the room. Of course, Kep responded with the semblance of hero intent on ridding the room of someone as foul tempered as Erin. That tactic, she knew, was not likely to work when dancing with a person who personified danger. “Everyone is so riled up this morning,” Olaana commented calmly to herself without really looking in anyone’s direction. It appeared as if the game was over.<br/><br/>Or so she thought...<br/><br/>She was more than ready to exit the dining cart to get back to her duties when she felt a hand on her thigh. There was no type of jumping or even feeling startled since she knew it was him. She glanced up through her lashes at him, thinking he meant to flirt around as earlier, until there was a sudden pain. Trained neutrality appeared on her face to not let the betrayal shine through her eyes. It was something she was often forced to do with her animals. To allow the scent of fear on her skin was to bring danger to herself. Still, she had never been forced to do this with Lawrence. He did appear like an animal right now. She made no attempt to move away his hand. To bear the pain was to solidify her assumptions of him. He had never harmed her in such a way before the circus. It was only a reminder of her being unable to hold him to her. It was a reminder of not being worthy or better than the great Elizabeth. She had already lost. Even though not a hint of sorrow appeared on her face, Olaana felt as if she had been shattered like glass. Completely broken until all she wanted to do was get away from the room. If it had been anyone else's hand, she would have turned into something similar to a beast. All nails and teeth, but now, she was merely a scratching post.<br/><br/>His hand pressed deeper in her thigh, and all she did was look away as if she could not stand the sight of him. The constant throbbing taunted her as she swallowed hard to stop herself from making some type of noise filled with discomfort.  Physical pain did not seem to be enough for him. She kept her gaze on the door as he spoke to her. Each word was like a brick intended to humiliate and ridicule her.<em>When you are fucking the man that Elizabeth loves.</em>She trembled with suppressed anger as her mind completed the phrase for him.<em>The woman I love.</em>There was no need to restate what she already knew. What she was forced to deal with on a daily basis since arriving to the circus. For the first time, Olaana did not want to be around Lawrence. She did not want to see or even hear his voice. “I don’t have to fuck you,” she whispered darkly to him before her dark brown eyes met his. “If it is such a crime to screw another woman’s one true love then I will find another person to sate the itch. That's all it is after all. Fucking.” Her words were completely serious as she dared him to say otherwise. The rest of his words were ignored though she was forced to take notice of every time he said<em>her</em>name.<br/><br/>Elizabeth this. Elizabeth that. Elizabeth. Elizabeth. Elizabeth.<br/><br/>She wanted to scream. “You just said only Elizabeth could tell someone to leave a room,” she whispered softly, “But now you’re doing it as well. Funny.” Olaana began to laugh as if it were all huge joke that she was forced to be a part of. He appeared one step away from taking his place by Elizabeth’s side again, and there was nothing she could do about it. “I'm not yours to command, Lawrence,” she whispered to him. “Not anymore.” To prove her point, she glanced at Erin and got up on the chair as well. She was still for a whisper of a breath before leaning across the distance to press her lips against the other woman's. Erin, despite her fiery attitude, was quite soft and tasted divine. He heart wasn't in it though. She was hurt, and right now, Erin was her method of calming down rather than lashing out completely. After about three seconds of the most delicious of kisses, Olaana pulled back before licking her lower lip. Her eyes shifted over to the twins, who appeared completely sane in a room of those who needed to be institutionalized. She took a step back from her roommate then maneuvered her way back down to the floor. "I have work to do." With that, she began to walk out with intentions of going back towards the animal pens.