<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5zkbk30bd1r7wrq1o1_r1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erin<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Weapons Master<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chloe, Open<br/><br/>Erin was doing a half assed job of making her bed that never stayed made when she heard a soft knocking. So simple a sound made her sigh loudly. She could think of no one she wanted to talk to but she couldn't just pretend she wasn't there as she did so often, she'd been making far too much noise for that. A voice drifted through the door and Erin rolled her eyes. "There are only two girls on this whole train that are so unfailingly polite." Erin said making the virtue sound like a dirty ailment.<br/><br/>Erin crossed the room and yanked open the door to glower at Chloe a half smirk crossing her lips. "Figures." she said with a shake of her head. "Come on in." She said with bored look walking away from the door and going over to the dartboards and pulling out the daggers before pacing back across the room and throwing one, the slender blade finding it's mark and buiring itself deep into the board. "So what do I own the pleasure?" Erin asked her voice marked m=by sarcasm as she glanced away from the target to Chloe.<br/><br/>Her eyes swept over the girl that to Erin seemed so blindly naive. It was a good thing she was in the circus the real world would eat her for breakfast. Erin gave a look of distaste as she took in Chloe's latest choice in clothing. It was a frilly dress that reminded of a time long lost to the dust of ages with those poka dots. "You look like a 50's house wife." Erin pronounced lifting a hand absently to brush back her hair. As her fingers brushed the wispy stands her face darkened and her hand dropped. Rooting through her pockets she found a hair band and tied the white blond hair that made her look like an innocent away from her face.<br/><br/>Growing bored of Chloes presents that always felt judgmental made her defensive Erin glared. "I kicked the bed. It hurt. I yelled. Now you can be Elizabeth's little lap dog, scurry off and tell her." Erin said her eyes flashing as she turned back to the boards and lifted her arm again flicking her wrist the knife whistling as it cut the air and hurled itself at the board, "God knows nothing is secret around here." She remarked as the knife landed dislodging the other to clatter on the floor making the weapon master scowl down at the slender blade laying on the floor.