<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139498.msg6367520#msg6367520">Quote from: Dancing flower on 31-05-2012, 07:30:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</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<br/><hr/><br/>His answer caused her to smile at him as she began to fiddle with the uneaten food on her plate. Even though some circus members considered her to be uppity and snobbish, she truly did not wish to have people view her in a negative light. The way he stared at her made her recall the only time they kissed each other. She swallowed hard then looked down at her hands as if inspecting them. In truth, Chloe was not sure how to respond to such a stare. Especially in the public. <em>Is it about seeing your family again or not seeing them?</em> A frown came on her face at his question since it caused suppressed memories to resurface. <br/><br/>The fork clattered against the glass plate loudly as she raked her finger gently through her hair. It was tempting to talk about her issues with him since he excluded calmness along with lack of being judgmental. But to revisit such problems right now would leave her in an emotional wreck of tears and consuming chocolate. So in order to avoid offending him by refusing to answer, she skirted around the answer with a fairly generalized response. “Well, every family has issues. Surely you know this fact. As far as your question of seeing them again, I highly doubt they will have the time to come away from the farm to see my performance." Her tone was neutral as she was careful not to allow any hint of angst appear on her face. Yet, she could not control her eyes. Chloe reached over to pour herself a glass of bourbon then took a long gulp. His comment on preferring to listen came back to her attention though she would not mind simply eating in relative silence. "Have you ever thought of doing something other than security for the circus? I cannot help but wonder if you have some type of hidden talent that has not been discovered by Elizabeth."  <br/><br/>There. She managed to gently guide the conversation away from herself without causing tension between them. At least, she hoped her comment did not offend him since it was not her intention.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br/><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br/><br/>Kepler's brow furrowed deeper in concern as Chloe dropped her fork and take a healthy hit of the bourbon, both things that seemed to be out of character for her. She wasn't just nervous, she was practically haunted, and though she clearly didn't want to talk about it and he wasn't about to press her, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running over the possible reasons for her nervousness. Or was it fear? A red mist of anger began to settle over his brain as he began to imagine the worse but he was a more disciplined man now and after a moment he was able to chase it away. No sense losing it over things that probably weren't true...but if he ever found out anything like that had occurred, Kansas was going to be sorry they'd ever known the sight of him.<br/><br/>"Me?" He snorted a bit, amused at the very thought behind her question as he tried to slip back into casual conversation which she clearly desired. "No, trust me, not even Elizabeth can work a miracle like that. Me in the ring? Nah, I'm very happy where I am, making it safe for the rest of you to shine." <br/><br/>But he couldn't do it, he couldn't let it go entirely, and he reached over and took her wrist in his large, calloused hand for emphasis. "Chloe, if you need company, even if it's just to go to town for something, you let me know. I won't pry...but I'll be pissed if you don't ask and you <em>did</em> need someone."<br/><br/>That said he let go and sat back in his seat again, the intensity of the moment gone as quickly as it had come, and he nodded to her fork. "I'm thinking about asking you to dance just as soon as you finish your dinner so if that appeals to you at all..."<br/><br/>He left her to fill in the blanks as his eyes drifted toward the stage, noting with some assessment the apparent high spirits of Elizabeth and Lexie and Elizabeth's challenge to Lawrence. There was no expression to indicate what he thought of it, if anything at all, and after just a moment he returned his attention to Chloe and his dinner.<br/></div>