<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/>Elizabeth was entirely confused about everything that Elizabeth said when she was talking about taking the place of the lead Clown.  It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the words, she understood everyone.  It was that she didn’t quite realize if Lexie really knew what came with taking the position.  It wasn’t only being a mentor and helping to guide the shows…But it also included the unsavory parts that Lexie had never been shown, because she had never been on the wrong end of Elizabeth.  And she also had to be reminded that she wasn’t taking Kinks spot.  She was taking Elizabeths.<br/><br/>But she didn’t let that distract her from Elizabeths perk up in moods.  Not yet at least.  She smiled when the girl giggled in such a girly way, her eyes taking the girls expression in like she always did.  Soaking it up like it was liquid youth.  “A tall man with broad shoulders.  I’ve never really had a type.  Men, Women, whatever.  It’s a velvet tongue that always catches me.” Elizabeth smiled, and as though what she said didn’t already ring thick with innuendo, she outright made it dirty. “And if it’s smooth enough they may actually be able to keep me.” She herself then laughed, and all of her worries disappeared.  She didn’t joke about sex, ever, so it was relaxing to finally be able to.<br/><br/>Elizabeth let her mood remain as it was until Lexie finished talking.  But her last statement just had Elizabeth laughing again.  Though it had yet to be tested, Elizabeth had a strong idea that the Spirit would never let her get wrinkles or greys.  Hell, she couldn’t even get a tattoo or piercing without the Spirit rejecting it and stopping any scar tissue from forming.  But if that was the case, she would still give Lexie all of the credit.  It took her a good sixty seconds to finally come to a state of calm, and return to the previous subject.  But this time she did it with a smile on her face, and an unfortunately light hearted tone came with it.  “Lexie dear, Leading the clowns takes more than being a mentor and conducting the performances.  That is the obvious part of it, and it is the fun part.  With with any position of leadership, you must also make sacrifices.” Elizabeth finished her words and untucked her legs from beneath the medal bars.  Her hand moved to Lexies shoulder and she used it as leverage to stand up.<br/><br/>What came next was an act of pure insanity.  Not only was the train moving at a steady pace, but she had a labyrinth of bars to deal with who’s sole intention was to keep you stable.  Now every one was a tripping hazard, and every one could cause Elizabeth to fall from the train and likely never open her eyes again.  Yet she didn’t seem to show a nerve.  She spun behind Lexie, her movement a clear dance move that was fluid in grace.  What showed most was her footwork, as she managed to make her upper body look absolutely easy while her feet were constantly maneuvering the railing so she didn’t trip.  That was all part of the act, the distraction was in the beauty and the grace of of the upper body while you ignored the hard parts.  It was meant to look nice.<br/><br/>And it was meant as a display, that no matter how beautiful an act was it came with an inherent danger.<br/><br/>Her motion never stopped as she moved to sit down on the opposite side of Lexie.  She was a good foot apart from her this time, and her eyes moved to the girl.  Now she was slightly more serious in both expression and tone. “Being a leader of anything means you have to be able to give discipline.  In most regards, it’s a stern talking to or perhaps a write up with a normal job.  But you know by now this family is by no means normal.” Elizabeths eyes moved out to the fields.  Lexie wanted that position, and she would be damned good at it.  But Elizabeth questioned how much of herself she’d lose if she took it. “In this family, discipline comes in much harsher forms.  The clowns are treated a bit different than the rest of the family because it is in their nature to push boundaries, to toy with rules right until the point where they may be breaking them.  You’ve done it yourself, and nothings came of it.  But the clowns do have a few rules that are absolute.”<br/><br/>Lexie knew these rules, as every clown was told them.  But she repeated them just to prove a point. “A clown may never sleep with anyone in the audience.  And a clown may never exchange sexual pleasure for money.  Despite what you may think, those simple rules are broken every now and then.  And both have equally severe punishments.  If you sleep with a member of the crowd, your position as clown is instantly stripped and you are taught a lesson.  As your act was of a sexual nature, than the results must match the crime.  We do not rape them, as that will never be allowed under my watch.  But we…” Elizabeth treaded carefully with her words.  Lexie had never seen this side of Elizabeth because she’d always been the perfect clown.  But she was asking to take Elizabeths role, so she had to know what that meant. “Ensure that it’ll be quite some time before they’re able to enjoy sex again.  And that’s the lesser offense.  To be blunt, if a clown whores themselves out then they are killed.  The first two times it happened I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so the Spirit found a way to kill them itself and I was punished for ignoring the rule.  You’d be punished for ignoring it to.”<br/><br/>She knew that what she had said could taint Lexies opinion on Elizabeth from here on out.  So she hated having to say it.  But she simply had no choice.  Either Lexie took the position, or she didn’t…She wasn’t going to allow for another Kink, who believed he ran the show.  He was bad enough as it is, she couldn’t see her Lexie in that same position. “You would be taking the position from me.  Not Kink.  Thus, I could not protect you.  I could not be the punisher because that would be your place.  But if you committed yourself, and if you did a better job with your clowns than I did with mine, than hopefully you’d never have to worry about such a thing.” Elizabeth gave a moments pause.  She’d given the poor girl a hell of a lot to take in, and she instantly felt guilty. “Think about it.  Do not make a rash decision either way.  Lets get to our next stop, fuck whoever we find, and have another great week of shows.  After that, I want your answer.  Not now, and not before.  Deal?”