<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 Mistress<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Car<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alone<br/><br/>Erin woke with a kink in her back, her eyes feeling scratchy and with the light feeling that always came after a temper tantrum. "Ahhh" She said pushing herself to her feet and stretching. She reached for the ceiling of the car fingers curling as she strained, a sigh of pleasure parting her lips as the irritating kink pulled free and relaxed. Silently she gathered up the knives from where they were strewn around the room and thinking about all that had happened that morning. Jezz she was going to be in deep shit. Oh well. What was Elizabeth going to do kill her?<br/><br/>The very thought made Erin giggle softly to herself as she shook her head for once not seeming to care as the silver blond locks of her hair caressed her shoulders. Tucking the knives away she hummed some old pop song from before she'd been brought into the circus a light smile pulling at her lips. She looked relaxed, the tension missing from her shoulders, the bleakness missing from her eyes. For this fragile moment she was at peace.<br/><br/>Stomach grumbling a complaint she pressed a palm there and went off to the dining cart seeing no one along the way. There were a few frivolous clowns in the dining car but no one of interest. The humming soft but the soft look remained as she got a small bowl of beans and with a wink and a couple bucks an apple. The beans didn't taste very palatable but they were edible. The apple tasted like heaven and was by far her favorite treat. She carved it with a knife she always carried. It was scarred and nicked, stained in places but lived on her hip. She taken it from her dad a long time ago, now it was all she had left of him. Eating slowly she relished the apple seeming completely at ease, a one eighty from her behavior this morning.