<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m57n5ndreK1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe M. Mallory<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act/ Trapeze Artist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kep, Sochi, Kinky, Twins<br/><hr/><br/><em>Not everything is about a job. </em><br/><br/>The words although spoken softly crashed like a pound of sand. She blinked in confusion since it seemed she managed to indirectly cause Kep to view her in an unsavory light. Perhaps it was for the best since she obviously lacked enough tact to go more than ten minutes without unintentionally being rude towards him. Chloe was absolutely clueless how to fix the obvious gulf between them. Dancing seemed to be the only way to truly speak without misunderstandings, which she was prone to due to her morals. It was in her opinion that some actions with one’s body spoke louder than actual words. As a trapeze artist, she performed each night with a series of actions in the air which conjured all types of emotions from the audience. If only she could do the same with Kepler offstage before he felt nothing but disdain towards her.<br/><br/>Her eyes continued to watch the display of the dynamic trio without even realizing the sentence meant to be spoken privately had been heard by him. Instantly, she stiffened at his tone since he did not even give her a chance to explain. It seemed as though he was content to see her as everyone else whispered about behind her back. She blinked back tears as her already bad emotional state nearly came to a boil. Chloe, ever the conservative, turned away from him as she tried to calm herself down. Damn that devil’s drink to hell from making her feel worse rather than better. “Apologies, Kep. I did not mean to speak those words aloud,” she whispered to him even though her throat threatened to constrict to prevent speaking. "I<em>did</em>want to dance with you."<br/><br/>There was a sudden wave of smoke in front of her, which caused her to waft her hand through it in order to avoid coughing. The perfect distraction came in the form of Sochi. She managed to suppress her mental top from exploding for a few more valuable seconds. “Oroin mend, Sochi. I hope you are enjoying your evening.” Her hand came out to reject the offered smoke since she already indulged too much. “Forgive me, but I must excuse myself for a spell. Thank you for offering those to me though.” With those, Chloe rose to her feet then fled. Well, fleeing for her consisted of walking calmly away from the main area of the tent towards some of the more private areas. Most of the clowns were on the floor so her presence for the most part in their changing area went completely unnoticed. Well, there seemed to be Kink and the twins, but she brushed briskly past them with a quick 'excuse me' until she came to a perfectly empty spot. She sat down at one of the stools in front of the mirror as she debated leaving to head back to the train. Her duty to the circus had been performed by making an appearance. Placing her hands in front of the little stand, she lowered her head into her hands as the top on her emotional state popped, rendering her unable to move. It was then the tears started to slid down her face.