<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/>There were very few places on the train that could be considered private.  Chloe and Elizabeths room, and the Train Engine itself were the only three that she considered private.  Other than where she sat.  Every car had a ladder reaching up to the roof, but it was nearly a suicide mission to climb it and think about sitting on the top.  So to her knowledge, no one knew about her little hide away.  She could come here to escape the stress of the Circus, and never worry about being interrupted.  So as she heard the gentle creek of the ladder as someone began to climb it, her eyes fell shut and she tried to calm herself down so that she didn’t cuss the person coming up out.  Just demand they leave her alone.<br/><br/>When the person came to the top and didn’t instantly say something to her, her eyes opened and she looked to whomever it was interrupting her.  Much to Elizabeths surprised, it was Lexie.  That just caused her to smile, Lexie was one of the only people she could share this space with without contemplating the best way to throw them off.  She only looked at Lexie for a moment before looking back at the moving expanse of land that they travelled.  She didn’t speak until Lexie did, and she didn’t exactly give her an answer in response. “Pretty in pink.” The three words should have been enough to let Lexie know that she was okay with her being there.<br/><br/>Lexies next words caused a rock to settle in Elizabeths stomach.  It wasn’t just what she said, but it was the way that she said it.  When Elizabeth gave the girl a quick look the rock seemed to double in size and she looked back out at the same land that Lexie was seeing.  Elizabeth saw it differently.  They were just on another trip to another town for another tent and another show.  Lexie saw every moment of this as something magical.  As an experience in and of itself.  All it did was remind her of when she first joined the circus.  She had once felt the same way as Lexie.  Every mile travelled was something in and of itself to behold.  She both loved and hated Lexie.  And she felt both emotions for the same reason; Lexie seemed to be a younger, less experienced version of herself.  All it did was remind her how this life had changed her when it was meant to astound her.<br/><br/>“Yet as big as it is, you find yourself seeing the same things over and over.” It was certainly a pessimistic way to think, but Lexie was one of the few in the family that Elizabeth felt safe talking to.  The girl clearly admired Elizabeth, but unlike Chloe she still thought that life was magical. “I remember the first time I saw these fields.  I saw nothing but possibility.  Nothing but what could come next, what the next stop or the next show would look like.” Elizabeth gave a shrug of her shoulders, she was almost talking to herself at this point. “People can become jaded, Lexie.  I myself allowed that to happen.  Promise me that you won’t?” She gave Lexie a short sad smile before she realized it’d be in her best interest to change the subject.  And quickly.<br/><br/>Elizabeths hand lifted as she gently pushed at Lexies shoulder.  Her expression quickly turned into something clearly teasing, she’d meant to talk about this since the last time she’d seen the girl. “So about last night.  You do know that it is my job to read how people are feeling and figure out what’s in their mind?  I mean, it isn’t a perfect science of course…” Elizabeth looked back to the landscape and paused for a moment.  No matter if her words needed to be spoken or not, she knew that they could just open a can of worms that would best be left sealed.  “You like Kink don’t you?  And I’m not talking about a friendly or respectful way.  I know the look in a womans eye when they’re not happy about seeing the person they like with someone else” ‘I felt the same way last night’ she thought best not to speak, only to think. “And unless I completely misread, you almost seemed jealous that he disappeared with the twins.”<br/><br/>Elizabeth looked back to Lexie now.  Her face held absolutely no judgment, if anything it held an absolutely rare girlish curiosity.  It may have been a match made in hell, but she’d certainly like to see how it played out. “And you’d better know that everything you say to me stays with me.”