<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lawrence Hawkins<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Old Timer<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kinky, Chloe, Mariana, Lexie.<br/><hr/><br/>Lexie had mistook Lawrences thoughts.  He actually had no problems dancing with her, the only reason why he seemed so wary was because he wished to remain at the table and take in the mood.  He hadn’t realized that he would make her feel as though she were making him do something that he didn’t wish to do, or he simply would have acted differently.  But he couldn’t be positive that she felt that way, so just like she had done, he let the feelings of guilt wash away as they stood in the center of the dancefloor.<br/><br/>Once she began to dance, Lawrence found his steps at once.  He was actually a very good dancer when it came down to it, he had taken quite a few different dance classes in his youth.  And though he was a bit rusty, it barely showed with the simplicity of the dance that she had chosen.  Yet he let Lexie guide him through the routine, the change in pace was something that he found quite interesting.  “We have all evening, I’ve no problem being detained.” He said with a playful smile as she began to laugh, her mentioning of their being family seeming like a silly statement at that particular moment.  Once the dance ended he gave her a bow that only went to his neck, lifting up just in time for the kiss to meet the side of his cheek.<br/><br/>He didn’t respond to her mention of the possibility of another dance later in the evening.  Even he was feeling the heat beneath the candle light, it was funny how something as small as the flickering of candles could cause so much heat in an enclosed space.  His attention turned towards Elizabeth, who was now sitting with the man that Lawrence vaguely knew as Kepler, the security within the circus.  His attention didn’t last for too long as he honestly could care less about what they were speaking of, Elizabeth could take care of herself.  Instead Lawrence stepped off of the stage and walked towards a set of linen doors.<br/><br/>He was not entirely sure how Elizabeth would take his next act, if she would notice or even care in the least.  His hands clasped the edge of one of the linen doors, and he tossed it outwards until it caught a hook.  He did the same with the opposite door, and almost instantly a breeze of fresh, cool night air filled the tent.  He thought about opening another, but this was the only one that faced the train and thus ensured that no one outside of the Family would be able to see in or out.  The hired hands were not allowed anywhere near the train for obvious reasons.<br/><br/>Lawrence then left the tent and for the next five minutes or so was no where to be found.  He, much like Kinky and likely most of the Family, was absolutely famished.  He never ate before a show in case the exertion caused him to get sick(He didn’t yet know that the spirit made that impossible.)  When he finally returned, he had a plate of freshly cooked biscuits, which he brought to the table he had been sitting at prior.  He set it in the middle, in one of the few places that did not have bottles of alcohol. “I’ve talked to the cooks and pushed up the meals time, food should begin to trickle in shortly.” Those who had been here long enough would realize that this was an outright violation of Elizabeths power, as things as simple as the timing of meals were planned to a cue.  But he did not stay long, frankly there were too many people for him to take in all at once.<br/><br/>Instead he plucked up a couple of biscuits and set them on one of the small paper plates he had brought with them.  He set the plate in front of Mariana, who once again seemed a bit out of place.  He then lifted his cigar, as well as his glass of scotch and the bottle he had poured it from. “Mariana, would you mind joining me somewhere a bit quieter?  There are a few things that I would like to discuss with you about our next stop.” Lawrence offered her a friendly smile, but before she had time to give a proper response he turned around and made his way towards one of the few remaining empty tables.<br/><br/>The table happened to be one closer to the now opened tent door.  The fresh air was as good as a drug to him, especially since soon enough they would be locked up in the stale smelling air of the circus for however long it took them to arrive at their next destination.  Lawrence sat down with his back towards the tent, giving him a good view of everything going down around him.  Despite his typical social aptitude, he still felt a bit like an outcast and didn’t particularly wish to be blocked up with so many people at once.  Especially if things ended up growing hairy between himself and Kinky.