Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train
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				Title: <strong>Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 21:43:13</strong>
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				The Train Phase/Phases will be different than the introductory phase.&nbsp; The introductory was meant to be a gathering, a place where everyone could get to know one another’s character and set up officially written IC connections.&nbsp; The train phases, as with most of the phases that will come, is more set to be a phase in which individual and small group scenes can take place.&nbsp; It will allow for us to all form deeper IC relationships with other characters, and help drive individual stories that will come into play later within the game.&nbsp; Within this phase you will be allowed to write your character in more than one scene.&nbsp; However, I request that you do not write more than perhaps three scenes at once for the simple fact that what happens in one may effect another that is already going on.<br><br>Each train phase will be one week of IC time while travelling from city to city.&nbsp; There will be no stops once the train has begun, thus it’ll be a time where the sacrifice of the Circus life is observed.&nbsp; The food will be incredibly basic. For example, a meal for dinner might consist of some form of easily acquired meat like chicken or perhaps pork along with a vegetable. It is rare that a desert will be offered on the trains. Mealtimes are advised not to be skipped since the chef is not keen on handing out leftovers after the allotted times for meals is over. The lifestyle on the train will fall back into the antiquity that the game is based around.&nbsp; Common entertainment will be conversation, cards, drinking, and of course the occasional roll around the sheets.&nbsp; <br><br>Regarding the sexual aspect of the game, I believe that we are going to make a seperate thread for the sexual writing.&nbsp; The simple reason is that not everyone may wish to read it, so we will allow for a private place where our writers can both write and read the content.&nbsp; And now to the most exciting part.<br><br>The Technical Aspects<br><br>The train will consist of 12 accessible cars, as well as the engine itself.&nbsp; The engine is only accessible if you ask first and give a reason for being there, as for obvious reasons we do not wish for anyone to be able to play with the controls.&nbsp; There will be five cars for living areas, three cars for Animals, and three cars for supplies.&nbsp; There will also be another car for wash quarters, but I’ll get to that later.&nbsp; The Animal and Supply cars will bring up the rear of the train, and will be separated animal-supply-animal so on so forth so that they cannot excite one another.<br><br>The living quarters, short of two, will be very basic.&nbsp; The first car will belong to two living quarters, and that will be Elizabeth and Chloes.&nbsp; They will have the “Master suites”, the only ones with space for actual furniture and amenities.&nbsp; The rest will simply be rooms.&nbsp; The second and third car will be private quarters, which will allow a character to have an individual bed, a dresser, and a vanity(Or any other single piece of furniture that you wish).&nbsp; The latter two will contain rooms that have two people sleeping in them with a shared dresser and nothing more.&nbsp; As for the moment, you are allowed to choose whether your character lives on their own or has a roommate.<br><br>All of the living quarters have electric lighting, though the family is advised not to use it unless they absolutely must as it takes away from the engine’s fuel supply.&nbsp; Every car is very basic, and what you would expect from a Train Car from the twenties.&nbsp; There is one exception, as I described earlier.&nbsp; This sole exception is the bathing quarters.&nbsp; Despite Elizabeth’s infatuation with the Antiquity, one thing that she refused to compromise upon were the bathing quarters.&nbsp; Thus the only car that is modern is the one meant for bathing.&nbsp; The bathrooms and showers are what you would find in any modern train car.&nbsp; They are separated into two, one for the men and one of the women.&nbsp; The showers are shared within their own sexes, men with men and women with women, but all offer warm water and modern amenities.&nbsp; This is also one of the few places where sexual scene will not be allowed for the time being.<br><br>As for living quarters, it will depend entirely upon your length with the circus.&nbsp; The NPCs do not count.&nbsp; But no matter if you’re spirited, a stage hand or an act, what dictates your ability to receive private lodging is how long you’ve been with the circus.&nbsp; This is a simple fact of who asked first.&nbsp; Chloe is the exception, and that is only because she was Elizabeth’s first recruit.<br><br>I also hope that some of the players will accept group living.&nbsp; As for the moment it may not matter, but in the future it will.&nbsp; If your character is living with someone else, you have the right to decide if it’s a PCed character or an NPC, and furthermore you may choose exactly what type of character that NPC is.&nbsp; &nbsp;Random person, friend, lover, it’s yours to choose.&nbsp; However, it is important to remember that an NPC is an accessory to your character’s story, which means this character will not have individual posts. It is not permitted to make an NPC your unauthorized second character unless an application for them is submitted.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 08:43:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olaana Noemi<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> <del>Elizabeth's</del> Lawrence's Talent<br><strong>Position:</strong> Beast Master <br><strong>Location:</strong> Food Car<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Morning after train depart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr><br>The rhythmic sound of her boots echoed Olaana made her way through the small corridor space towards the direction of the scent of food. She had been up for a while now since an animal keeper's job was never finished since the hours were often unpredictable. Already, she worked at gaining the trust and loyalty of her animals with and without the assistance of the spirit. In the morning, she ensured they possessed enough water along with proper food for each of their diets. Their train cars needed to be keep tidy as well since it served as their temporary home. Most of the animals were social creatures she hoped to be accepted into their fold within time. All of them were reasonably healthy even though they often seemed antsy on the train. It was a sentiment she shared with the animals. The train, although large, made her feel like a prisoner in a cage. <br><br>Now, since her duties were done, she was intended on getting some type of breakfast from the chef. She could care less if it was cereal or pancakes with bacon. Nourishment was needed. The train rocked back and forth, and she nearly fell since the movement was foreign to her. A curse escaped her lips as she pulled open the train door. Instantly, the wind blew into her face with a refreshing breeze. Her hair would have been flowing around her face if it were not for the tight band which pulled the long strands back into a ponytail. Her eyes watched the greenery past by with a hint of excitement for the future even if she hated the circus's tyrant leader, Elizabeth. <br><br>Olaana, quite simply, despised the woman with every fiber of her being. It was only due to her affection for Lawrence that she did not lash out with the hateful jealousy held for the woman. Olaana's lips slipped down into a frown as she opened the next train car door to enter the prison again. The smell of food brightened her spirits again with a growl of her stomach. It smelled like there would be some type of meat on the menu. She'd just entered the domain of the chef cook. A bright smile was given in his direction before she settled down into one of the seats. Her alliance or friendship with the man was being built with each day since she wished to have the option for better food on the menu rather than the scraps offered for dinner the other night. Pretty soon, a bowl of oatmeal was place in front of her along with some hard looking bread and two slices of bacon. With no intention to complain, she began to bite into her bread, making an audible crunch. Even though she appeared relax in seat, she was anxious for some form of company to make herself more integrated into the circus. As a girl and a woman, she was not used to being alone. Sure, the animals were delightful company, but human contact was always welcomed. She was not exactly sure if her favorite person in the circus was woke or not due to the girl having her own hours rather than matching the rise and fall of the sun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 07:10:49</strong>
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				<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> Food Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jim(NPC cook), Olaana.<br><br>Elizbeth would likely not awake for a few hours after the train had began it’s journey.&nbsp; If Lawrence knew one thing, he knew this.&nbsp; Elizabeth wasn’t exactly capable of dealing with negative emotion with a sober mind, and he was almost positive that by the time she had fallen asleep it was in a drunken stupor that would leave her sleeping into the damned near evening.&nbsp; Of course she was one of the few capable of doing this on the train since her room was one of two that had curtains thick enough to hide the sunlight…She forced most to wake up with the sun.&nbsp; He couldn’t really bitch about it though, as it’d been his idea before he’d left.<br><br>Lawrence however had been lucky enough to earn a private room.&nbsp; He had thought to demand Chloes, but he had absolutely no qualms with the girl and he did not wish to make trouble where it wasn’t needed.&nbsp; So he had awoken shortly after the sun had came out, when the thin curtain could no longer hold back the brightness of early morning.&nbsp; The train itself was nearly comforting.&nbsp; After so many years sleeping on it, the bumps and turns had became a comforting thing that helped him sleep.&nbsp; But he did not leave his room right away.&nbsp; Instead he waited for a while, choosing to read a book since he knew that the person he wished to visit wouldn’t be easy to find right away.&nbsp; Finally he took up a bag and made his way to the bathing car.<br><br>Lawrence finally made his way into the Eating Quarters a few minutes after Olaana had came in with his hair still wet.&nbsp; Her back was to him, but he took a quick look towards her before he approached the chef. “Morning, Jim.&nbsp; Guessing you have my plates ready?” Jim was an old timer that had been there through the dramatic stages who had taken Lawrences side.&nbsp; He had never voiced his opinion as he knew his place in the circus(Or more so with Elizabeth), but the moment that Lawrence returned he ensured him that as long as Lawrence provided the ingredients he could have whatever he wanted. “Of course.&nbsp; When I saw your new friend enter I started them up, figured if you didn’t arrive in time I’d just give them all to her.” Jim said it with a silly smile.&nbsp; He’d never been one for gossip, which was odd since he tended to hear a lot of it handling the different tables.&nbsp; Jim turned around and took the food from the grill.&nbsp; Sausage, Bacon, Scrambled Eggs and a blackened hash browns.&nbsp; Jim only put the first three on the two plates. “It’s a bitch trying to cook hash browns on a grill.&nbsp; Give me time and I’ll figure it out.” Jim pushed the two plates across the island that separated the “kitchen” from the rest of the train car.&nbsp; Lawrence just smiled and shrugged.&nbsp; “Frankly I’m shocked you didn’t burn the eggs.”<br><br>Lawrence lifted the plates and walked across the room without waiting for Jim to reply.&nbsp; Olaana was sitting at a table for six by herself, and Lawrence walked around it to sit directly across from her.&nbsp; He set the two plates down.&nbsp; One had four breakfast sausages and quite a few slices of bacon, where as the other held the heaping of scrambled eggs. “Next time just tell him you’re with me and you’ll get much better provisions.” Lawrence reached forward and pushed the plate of meat to one side before he used a fork to push half of the eggs onto it.&nbsp; Next, he divvied the meat in equal amounts so that both plates were the same.&nbsp; He pulled his towards him and took up his fork again, taking a bite of the eggs.&nbsp; Once swallowed, he spoke to Olaana without looking at her.<br><br>“How’re you doing, Olaana?” His fork plucked up one of the sausages on his plate and he took a bite.&nbsp; His eyes finally turned towards his friend, and once he finished his food he continued. “I know that this must be awful for you, being locked up in such a way.&nbsp; It takes some getting used to.&nbsp; And I know the Animals hate it, but I hope that they’ve gotten used to it.” Lawrence began to finish the breakfast sausage as he looked towards Olaana.&nbsp; What he had really wanted to ask her was how she was doing with the particular situation she was put in.&nbsp; They had both known what was to come once he brought her into the circus, but it didn’t mean that either were particularly pleased with it.&nbsp; Elizabeth had made it quite clear she wasn’t happy with Olaanas being there, and Olaana herself&nbsp; seemed to despise the Ring Mistress.&nbsp; He honestly didn’t blame either party, and only blamed himself for making yet another rift within the Family.&nbsp; Yet he wasn’t sure if it would be a bad thing in the long run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 02:22:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olaana Noemi<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> <del>Elizabeth's</del> Lawrence's Talent<br><strong>Position:</strong> Beast Master <br><strong>Location:</strong> Food Car<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Morning after train depart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, open<br><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr><br>Awareness allowed her to know instantly when Lawrence entered the dining car despite the conflicting sounds and smells surrounding her. She would always know when he was around her like how her animals could sense her presence before she revealed herself to them. <br><br>There was no other logical explanation than him being able to command the attention of those around him. It was the reason why he belonged in the circus. The crowds loved him, and so did she. These three words of human adoration never came from her lips to him, but some things did not need to be said aloud. Her heart fluttered then pounded as the tips of her fingers tightened around the handle of her spoon. He was the only man to conjure such a reaction without need for words, touch, or acknowledgement. A look could send her into the throes of arousal without him even being aware of the effect. Olaana's tongue slipped out pass her full lips to dampen her lower lip as she listened to his conversation with the chef. There was no doubt her feelings was entirely foolish and liable to send her into a deep bitterness. He belonged to another. It was a fact of life not likely to change. One could not pick their soul mate. Still, she belonged to him as he belonged to Elizabeth. Questions plagued her mind like malaria of the consequences of her decisions. What would happen if he decided to go back to his original lover rather than stay with her? What then would she do? <br><br>Her spoon swirled in the oatmeal as she chewed on a piece of bread several times so it did not scratch her throat upon swallowing. No exterior sign on her body signaled her knowledge of him being there.She continued to calmly eat the food laid out in front of her on the table as if no one existed in the room but her. To keep herself from turning to watch him, she began to think of the animals under her care. Their personalities and individual needs were vast but not impossible. All of them were beautiful creatures that she would risk limb and life to ensure they were not mistreated as some animals in other circuses. His steps warned her of him drawing closer. Without speaking, he sat down across from her then began to lay out food in front of her. The gesture reminded her of their time in the hospital when Lawrence took care of her as she recovered from an incident in the wild. Even though she was completely healed, he still wished to ensure nothing harmful occurred to her. Yet, in direct contrast, he brought her to a hostile environment where some people would cut her throat rather than befriend her. Hostility though was not new. It had been given to her by her father in vast quantities. Kindness was her weakness. “Hey,” she spoke softly while her eyes followed the moment of food going onto a plate for her.&nbsp; His food looked much better than her meal. Yet, it was not the worst meal she had been forced to eat in her young life. There were times she was locked in her room without dinner after upsetting her father so she was not a picky eater. “I don't wish to use your name too much for my benefit. I intend to win over this entire circus so I will not need your name. Just wait and see.” Her words were spoken seriously without any doubt whatsoever. <br><br>Quietly, Olaana accessed the meal in front of her. She was raised not to waste so in the end she would likely eat all it or find another use for it. His question caused her to tilt her head to the side while her honey colored eyes penetrated his. Of all things, she was not weak or to be made a fool out of for another's entertainment. There were some whispers about her along with people wishing to know more about how she came to be with their returned fire handler. “It is as to be expected.” No complaints would ever come from her lips no matter how hard the situation. She finished the rest of her bread then moistened her tongue with some cool water. Her fork stabbed into one of the sausages as annoyance passed over her face even though the disgruntled emotion was not caused by him. “This is merely a different type of prison, Lawrence. We know I am used to cages.” She spoke without malice in her tone since it was fact. A smile graced her fafce a she extended her feet out under the table to rub gently against his leg. Olaana was not without knowledge of what happened the prior night at the celebration. It was only a good thing she was not there to witness it being performed. No would have likely noticed her distress since she perfected the smiling mask to please everyone around her, but inside, she would have been screaming in rage. "No one can ever get used to not being free. The need for it is one that never dies. Even those who were born into captivity yearn for it although they do not know the word for it." She shrugged then continued to eat her meal. "Have you enjoyed your return home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 06:29:14</strong>
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				<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> Food Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana.<br><br>Lawrence had never really figured out how he was able to figure out when something was bothering Olaana.&nbsp; She had the best poker face he had ever witnessed, even when she was near death in the hospital she didn’t seem to show any sort of stress or discomfort.&nbsp; None the less, he always had an odd feeling when she wasn’t well.&nbsp; Right now he really wasn’t sure what to make of her, something told her that everything wasn’t golden but at the same time he couldn’t be sure something was actually wrong.&nbsp; His eyes remained fixed upon hers as she began to speak.&nbsp; He had no doubt that she had already knew he was in the room, she had a talent for knowing her surroundings.&nbsp; Of course with the way that she grew up it wasn’t much a surprise that she could pick up on such subtleties.&nbsp; In Africa, picking up on a foreign sound could be the difference between life and death.<br><br>His lips curled into a smile as she told him that she wasn’t going to use his name to her advantage.&nbsp; In the long run, it would be a good thing.&nbsp; And when she said she intended to win over the circus the smile grew.&nbsp; But this time it had a much different look.&nbsp; Instead of amusement, he seemed pleased.&nbsp; He was using her as a secret weapon in a game that few realized was being played.&nbsp; He was just happy that he actually cared for her.&nbsp; Because he was not using her in a selfish way, he was simply using a formed relationship to his benefit.&nbsp; When she finished speaking he responded to her with quiet words that let her know they were only meant for her.&nbsp; It was an old habit that wasn’t needed around Olaana.&nbsp; He never needed to worry about what he said to her because he knew it’d never be uttered to another.&nbsp; “I’m glad that you do not wish to use me to your advantage as it’d ruffle feathers.&nbsp; But you must know those loyal to me will treat you differently anyhow.”&nbsp; He paused for a moment as she looked at him in a way that was beyond friendly, and completely welcome. “And I’ve no doubt you’ll win over a great deal of the circus.”&nbsp; Lawrence was not foolish enough to believe she could win over Elizabeths people, as Olaana would likely become a victim to the Ring Mistress.<br><br>His words ended just about as her next began.&nbsp; He listened carefully to every word, but disguised his intrigue by eating the meal he had laid out before them.&nbsp; Occasionally his eyes would raise to her as she spoke, but he didn’t respond right away.&nbsp; In fact, until her foot raised to his leg he didn’t appear to respond to her at all.&nbsp; But when it did his hand lowered and his fingers ran over the top of her foot, a hidden show of affection that no one needed to see.&nbsp; As she spoke again he realized the duality in the statement.&nbsp; Even he wasn’t clear now if she was talking about the animals or of herself.&nbsp; In accepting her position, she was placed into a form of bondage.&nbsp; It was the same bondage that everyone within the circus had to endure, Lawrence and Elizabeth included.&nbsp; They were now bound to The Spirit, forced to follow it’s whims unless they wished to lose it’s grace.&nbsp; Fortunately The Spirit was an incredibly kind Master who had happened to bind itself to an increasingly cruel Mistress.<br><br>His hand finally lowered from her foot and returned to the top of the table.&nbsp; He took a drink of water before finishing what was left of the sausage he had skewered.&nbsp; This left a noticeable gap in the ending of her words and his response.&nbsp; He still wasn’t entirely sure how to respond, he felt as though the two were having a cryptic conversation.&nbsp; “Olaana, this place is no different than any other in the world.&nbsp; We’re bound to the standards of the society we’ve placed ourselves within.&nbsp; There are sacrifices to be made, and pleasures to be gained.&nbsp; We must simply figure out where the middle ground is, and do our best not to fall to heavily into either end.” Lawrence had been looking her in the eye when he spoke to her.&nbsp; But his eyes lowered as he was expected to answer her last question.&nbsp; Another pause was given as he took a few bites of eggs.&nbsp; One of his least favorite parts of this Family was that gossip spread quicker than it did in high school.&nbsp; There were next to no secrets, as everyone lived in such tight quarters that it was almost impossible to hide an act or a conversation. “My return home has been full of mixed emotions.”<br><br>Lawrence took up a napkin and ran it across his lips when he finished talking.&nbsp; It wasn’t that there was a mess, but instead he had a subconscious desire to clean his lips. “You know full well of the history between myself and Elizabeth.&nbsp; When I returned, I wasn’t sure what to expect.&nbsp; I’ve found that she is still holding onto old feelings, and she is taking that out on me.&nbsp; I’m sure she’ll make it worse upon you.&nbsp; I missed the Family, and I missed the Spirit.&nbsp; The shows most of all.&nbsp; But these politics are absolutely beyond me, that was always Elizabeths responsibility.&nbsp; Unfortunately now I find myself thrown into the middle of them as I am one of the key factors.” Lawrence looked back to Olaana.&nbsp; This time he had nothing more than the most serious expression that he could conjure.&nbsp; This was a conversation that he could only safely have with one person, and she was the one that he was looking at. “This isn’t going to end well, Olaana.&nbsp; You need to do whatever you can to ensure you make friends as quickly as possible.&nbsp; With every stop, the Spirit grows stronger.&nbsp; And with every week, the tension will grow stronger too.”<br><br>Lawrence finally looked away from Olaana.&nbsp; And as though he hadn’t just spoke of treason, he took up his fork and began to eat again.&nbsp; Non-chalant all at once, a master Showman at work without meaning it.&nbsp; He took a few bites and shrugged his shoulders. “At least now the Lions eat from your hand as opposed to simply eating it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 21:10:57</strong>
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				<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> Train -- his sleeping car, the food car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, Olaana<br><br>Kepler grabbed a towel and swabbed at his forehead then took a moment to let his blood settle before shoving his weights out of the way enough he'd have a path to walk. His time on the train was generally quiet, not much for him to do except read and work out and make the occasional peace when an argument turned nasty. It was a nice respite from circus days that kept him busy and ever vigilant. He cleaned up and changed into clean clothes -- another variation of course on the jeans-Tshirt-boots combo that was virtually his uniform -- musing as he did that he didn't seem to have to work out as much to maintain which was counterintuitive to what you always heard about your metabolism changing as you got older. But he felt healthy, strong...even better than when he was in the Marines...and part of him had to wonder if it was the same thing at work that made everyone so good at their acts. Not that he was of a nature to ponder this for long, preferring instead to just take things as read and leave the mysteries to others.<br><br>He quickly drew a comb through his hair which still ended up looking unruly and grabbed the book he'd been fighting his way through, tucking it under his arm. It was an older hardback with the dust jacket removed so it wasn't readily apparent what the title was, a far more serious work than he generally tackled and it was taking him some time to get through. He strode out in the corridor, steady on his feet despite the swaying of the train, and made his way to the dining car, giving those he passed a good morning and a nod. Stepping into the dining car, he wasn't exactly thrilled to see Olaana there as he could never be sure if she was going to come on to him or use him as a scratching post for her little kitten claws but at least she was with Lawrence which should be plenty to keep her busy. <br><br>"'morning," he said, polite and brief as always, then made straight for the food. Not really particular, he was more than happy to load up on oatmeal and bacon, grabbing a glass of juice to go with it as he thanked Jim, and turned to make his way to a table to tuck in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 04:06:19</strong>
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				<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 Master<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one, Open<br><br>The sound of the train was constant a gentle hum one would think you'd get used to but Erin never did. No, instead she felt like she was caged and like most of the days they were on the train she found herself pacing the tiny enclosed space that was the room she shared with Olaana. The room was basic the only thing Erin had added to her side of the room was a couple dart boards hung on the far wall. Presently three slender throwing knives (http://www.edgesofreality.com/image_manager/attributes/image/image_92/1097786232_4240626802_thumbnail.jpg) are sticking out of the dart board a fourth twirling madly through her fingertips as she paced.<br><br>"caged like a fucking animal." Erin hissed as she turned her eyes catching the dart board for only a moment before she lifted her arm and flicked her wrist in a move so practiced it looked as simple as breathing, throwing the dagger sharply through the air. The sharp thud sound as the blade buried itself into the board brought the most fleeting of smiles to her lips. Before she could even blink the smile slipped away as the sound of the train grated against her nerves. "GRRRRR" she yelled lashing out and kicking the edge of her bed. <br><br>"FUCK!" She yelled as pain lanced sharply up her leg from where she'd jammed her toe on the metal bed frame. "Mother fucker" She hissed attacking the&nbsp; inanimate object as if it were a living breathing person. She flipped the bed onto it's side the scattering bedding only to fling in away in fury. She kicked the turned over bed again and again. Kick, kick, kick, until she was breathing raggedly her hair having come out of the braid she always wore it in to curl around her face in wisps and fall down her back. There was color high in her cheeks and she was breathing fast her eyes bright.<br><br>It took her only a moment to calm down and when she did she rolled her eyes at her own behavior a small laugh parting her lips, growing until she was leaned over gripping her stomach as she laughed full out soon falling to the ground giggling uncontrollably. "Well shit Erin, I don't think we like small spaces." she said still giggling softly as she got up and grabbed up the bedding pulling it out of the way so she could set her bed to right. She felt better as she cleaned up the evidence of her little outburst, not right. She wouldn't feel right till her feet touched solid ground again but better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 06:54:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olaana Noemi<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> <del>Elizabeth's</del> Lawrence's Talent<br><strong>Position:</strong> Beast Master <br><strong>Location:</strong> Food Car<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Morning after train depart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, Kep, open<br><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr><br>Even though her face remained the symbol of calmness, her heart fluttered with the increase of intensity in his gaze when he looked at her. She felt the desire to press her lips against his when he smiled at her. His dark looks always entranced her, and it was likely her reaction to him would never change with time. <br><br>They shared was something entirely unique to just them. Or so she hoped. Her head nodded even though annoyance flashed in her eyes about refusing to use his name in order to gain special privileges. “Even I have standards. Hopefully, people will applaud and admire my loyalty to you rather than give me the cold shoulder. After all, it is you that was wronged here not the other way around.” Her tone was matter of factly before she continued to eat her meal without a hint of malice appearing in her mind. Those who did not like her due to her allegiance with Lawrence would receive a side of her which only a rare few ever had the misfortune of seeing. The world always seemed cruelest to those who did not deserve it while idiots remained in power. His words comforted her though she noticed something pass over his eyes almost similar to worry. Randomly, she made a guess over what could have caused it. “I have no desire to fight with your soulmate.” It was difficult to call another woman by such a title, but the words were true. The only negative was that she could not detach herself from him if she wanted to do it. Whenever she screwed another, Lawrence always came back to mind. <br><br>Her eyes closed, hiding easily stroked arousal, as his fingers gently touched her foot. She bit back a moan though when her eyes reopened it was clear where her mind had just journeyed. The only thing that prevented her from taking him on the table was that it would take much longer than mere minutes to have her full of him. The animals needed to be checked on after breakfast. Not enough time. Still, she could not help but wonder at his reserved behavior in public. Was he ashamed of her? It seemed already he was pulling away from her. Olaana was no fool to believe it would not happen eventually but not much time passed since they first arrived. <br><br>Appetite diminished but she forced herself to eat rather than be wasteful like a spoiled brat. His advice would be heeded though she did not necessarily agree with it. It seemed as though he hesitated with answering her question. Intentionally or unintentionally, he tormented her with each second. Here he was, back in his natural habitat with all that he desired when thrown from his proper place. “Yes, I know it well,” she responded about his history with Elizabeth before taking a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth. The woman's name seemed to be spoken every few minutes without fail. Her eye narrowed at the idea of being made a scratching post and his lack of faith in her abilities. “I do not fear <em>your</em> Elizabeth. If she is wise, she will not attempt to make my life hell. It can only come back to haunt her in the long run.” An underlying threat was in her voice though she would never initiated violence. It was not her way, but she would not become someone’s punching bag. Her soft brown eyes connected with his as she let out a soft sigh then reached over to place her hand on his. “I do not care how it turns out as long as you and I are still a...” The word to describe their relationship escaped her mind since she was not sure anymore. Rather than continuing, Olaana became eerily silent.<br><br>She missed his last comment since Elizabeth’s loyal dog, Kep, entered the food car. To show Lawrence she was not incapable of making new friends, Olaana gave the man a wave of her hand in greeting. "Why don't you sit with us, Kepler? We don't bite. Well, I bite...hard." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 07:46:03</strong>
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				<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> Outside Erin's room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Open<br><hr><br>Bright sunlight shone through the small opening in the curtains as Chloe Mallory groaned then buried her head underneath the covers. Her eyes slowly rose upward before she blinked to clear away the haze of sleep. Her room was immaculate as usual with soft colors of greens, blues, and silver. For a moment, she just lingered in her bed, inhaling the sweet scent of lingering perfume in the air. The train gently rocked her back and forth, and she felt like a protected and treasured baby being cradled to sleep. It would have been simple to stay in bed rather than rise early. Still, there was much work to be done even on the train. She slipped her feet toward into her slippers on the side of the bed then headed over to the mirror on her dresser. <br><br>Even in sleep, her face was radiant with life and expectation. She hoped the day turned out well with all the commotion in recent days. Without further contemplation, she quickly took a bath in scented water to scrub away the sleep of the night. Once done, she headed over to her closet, which was full of dresses and costumes in a huge assortment of colors. For some reason, she picked out a pretty polka dot dress with puff cap sleeves and a black satin belt at her waist. It was indeed a favorite of hers since it reminded her of something she would wear at a fair back home. Adornment for the day consisted of a silver necklace with no earrings or rings along with flat black shoes with small intricate flowers on its sides. Last but not least, she gently pulled sheer stockings up her legs. With herself fully dressed, she was more than ready to head out into the corridors of the train then make a stop in the food cart for a light breakfast. It would more than likely consist of tea along with a bowl of fruit. <br><br>More than likely, other people were not going to have the luxury of fruit since they had not wooed Jim into ensuring there was some for them. From the moment she arrived in the circus, her charm and lovely smile, which always caused a twinkle to appear in her eyes, won over the cook's heart thus allowing her to eat well most of the time. She opened her door then turned to make sure the room was back to its proper elegance. The bed was made and not an object was out of place. Chloe was very particular about her belongings. It did not go without notice that she was lodged in one of the best rooms on the entire train. She felt a tad bit guilty about it, but it would be a lie if she said she did not enjoy the privacy. A faint smile appeared as she closed the door then proceeded to walk down the hall. She was not far when a strange noise assaulted her ears. Well, noise was probably an understatement. It sounded like someone was screaming in pain. Her noise wrinkled in distaste at the person’s choice of language. It took her a second to realize it was Erin. Her hand lifted to knock at the door, but she hesitated for a brief moment. The girl had a foul temper along with nasty habits that made her want to be far away from her. Taking a deep breath, Chloe knocked at the door softly when it went quiet in the room. She needed to make sure the girl had not managed to kill or severely injure herself. It would not do the circus any good to lose an act. <br><br>"Pardon my interruption," she said loud enough to hopefully be heard while not being considered rude or obnoxious, "I heard some of weird noises, and I wanted to make sure you were well." Her hand lowered away from the door as she patiently waited for some form of response. If there was no answer, she would be forced to make an entrance. Oh, the horror. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 20:32:17</strong>
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				<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 Master<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Open<br><br>Erin was doing a half assed job of making her bed that never stayed made when she heard a soft knocking. So simple a sound made her sigh loudly. She could think of no one she wanted to talk to but she couldn't just pretend she wasn't there as she did so often, she'd been making far too much noise for that. A voice drifted through the door and Erin rolled her eyes. "There are only two girls on this whole train that are so unfailingly polite." Erin said making the virtue sound like a dirty ailment.<br><br>Erin crossed the room and yanked open the door to glower at Chloe a half smirk crossing her lips. "Figures." she said with a shake of her head. "Come on in." She said with bored look walking away from the door and going over to the dartboards and pulling out the daggers before pacing back across the room and throwing one, the slender blade finding it's mark and buiring itself deep into the board. "So what do I own the pleasure?" Erin asked her voice marked m=by sarcasm as she glanced away from the target to Chloe.<br><br>Her eyes swept over the girl that to Erin seemed so blindly naive. It was a good thing she was in the circus the real world would eat her for breakfast. Erin gave a look of distaste as she took in Chloe's latest choice in clothing. It was a frilly dress that reminded of a time long lost to the dust of ages with those poka dots. "You look like a 50's house wife." Erin pronounced lifting a hand absently to brush back her hair. As her fingers brushed the wispy stands her face darkened and her hand dropped. Rooting through her pockets she found a hair band and tied the white blond hair that made her look like an innocent away from her face.<br><br>Growing bored of Chloes presents that always felt judgmental made her defensive Erin glared. "I kicked the bed. It hurt. I yelled. Now you can be Elizabeth's little lap dog, scurry off and tell her." Erin said her eyes flashing as she turned back to the boards and lifted her arm again flicking her wrist the knife whistling as it cut the air and hurled itself at the board, "God knows nothing is secret around here." She remarked as the knife landed dislodging the other to clatter on the floor making the weapon master scowl down at the slender blade laying on the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 21:20:41</strong>
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				<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> Outside Erin's room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Open<br><hr><br>Chloe was smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in her dress when the door opened to reveal a less than pleased Erin frowning at her. A tight smile appeared on her face in response to the inappropriateness. It appeared as though they were on the same page at least with how they felt about each other. The only difference was that Erin lacked class and proper upbringing to not display her inner feelings. “Good morning to you too,” she responded in a calm tone. The offer to step into the room was ignored as she remained close to the door. Unlike her room, Erin’s looked a complete and utter mess. <br><br>Disgust flashed in her eyes then quickly disappeared in the blink of an eye. How a woman could live in such filth was beyond her? She would not step in the room even if there were raging lions in the corridors. Her eyes followed the dart as it was thrown into the heart of the board. <em>Why on earth did I stop to check on this woman?</em> Right now, she could be in the dining cart with her tea and fruit for breakfast. “I was merely making sure you had not injured yourself with your weapons.” She nearly used the word toys instead of weapons, but caution urged her that such an insult would not be wise in current company. To her delight or dismay, Erin looked perfectly fine without a scratch on her body. <br><br>Chloe’s hand came up to her ebony hair as she tucked an curl behind her ear as she contemplated the best way to excuse herself from unpleasant company. The look given to her choice of clothing was meet with narrowed eyes since Erin’s appearances were much worst than her own. Plus, she loved her dresses. Kep did not seem to mind them either. Well, most of the time. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she made it seem as though appearing like a woman of the fifties was horrid trait to possess. Surely, she did not believe her harlot attire was better. “Well, I always enjoyed ladylike clothing rather than those wore by children nowadays. I truly do not understand why people wish to look like harlots. Perhaps it’s a phase as is most trends in fashion.” <br><br>Erin’s mood was truly unpredictable, and she was becoming more uncomfortable with each passing second in the woman's company. Finally, she managed to say a comment that actually hurt and inflamed Chloe's rarely displayed temper. Lapdog? It was truly more insulting than talking badly of her fashion decisions. “You truly know nothing of the circus if you think I am a lapdog to our ring mistress. But please, think what you would like of me since in the long run your opinion means nothing.” With her job now completed, she took a step back into the corridors, clearly ready to leave the girl to her games. Curiosity bubbled forth as she recalled it was with Olaana that this room was shared. That tidbit of information did not exactly make the other woman appear in better in her eyes. More like two wolves rooming together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 23:38:48</strong>
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				<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 Master<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Jim, Keplar Open<br><br>The words that from another might have seemed nice showing concern from Chloe seemed hollow and were met with a look of disbelief and disgust. "You concern id oh so touching" Erin replied with a roll of her eyes. she didn't believe anything that came out of Chloe's mouth that was the problem she had with the girl. She was steeped in falseness, there wasn't in original bone in her body and beyond that she judged others who dared to be themselves if it in any way didn't match with her ideals of womanhood that were so dated even the history books treated them as antiquities.<br><br>"And I don't understand what gives you the right to look down your pert little nose at anyone." Erin said turning away from the dart board the slender dagger flashing in the light as she twirled it between her fingertips. "Tell me oh so perfect one, what gives you the right to stand there and judge me as if I'm less then you? What makes you so damn better then the rest of us?" She asked her voice a deadly calm her eyes spitting blue fire as she glared at the arrogant woman who got on her nerves endlessly. <br><br>Erin a girl who hated being judged more then anything else was stuck now face to face with the most judgmental person she'd ever had the misfortune to have met. "Let me tell you." She said closing the distance that separated them so only a few feet stayed between them. "You don't have the right. You don't have the right to look down your nose at me or anyone else. dislike me all you fucking want god knows I don't give a shit if you like me but you have no right to decide you better then everyone else just because you dress in frilly little dresses from a time period where woman were victimized and voiceless." She said in a snarl before stalk back across the room throwing the dagger at the board in mid stride.<br><br>Erin's last comment calling her a lap dog managed to spark Chloe's temper and Erin smiled a rare smile that look more like cruel pleasure then actual happiness. She tossed her knives on the bed knowing keeping them would be far too tempting as her temper rose. "You think I know nothing?" She asked closing the distance once more this time taking a hold of the door. "Oh I understand better then you I think. You see nothing beside what Elizabeth shows you. Come back here once you wake up, you can't sleep walk forever Chloe." She said caressing Chloe's cheek in a mockery of a tender touch before closing the door in the girls face.<br><br>"Moron" Erin declared to the empty room picking the knife up off the floor and tucking it into her back pocket before going to the mirror to fix her hair properly. She stared at her reflection and sighed, "Your temper got the better of you Erin." she said watching as her face relaxed out of the angry lines and a genuine look of relaxation took her features and her eyes softened. "Will you never learn people will love you if you give them the chance? They can't love you if you never let them get close." Erin glared then and turned away from the mirror. "Shut up" she breathed sitting down on the bed and hanging her head noticing for the first time she'd cut open her palm again probably while she was trading words with Chloe, agitated.<br><br>Sighing she fisted her hand so it wasn't dripping blood and hunted through her tangled mess of things for a bandage slapping it on to stop the bleeding so it would heal quicker. Calmed enough now she trusted herself to leave she went to the kitchen cart and grabbed a bowl of oatmeal flashing Jim a smile that was pleasant enough and though she noted Olaana and Lawrence and even oddly enough Kep joining them she sat apart her mood already volatile enough that she would tempt fate by joining them just this moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 00:16:35</strong>
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				<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> Outside Erin's room ---&gt;moved to dining car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, Open<br><hr><br>Now, more than ever, Chloe was firm in her belief that Erin was the symbol of drama queens. Instead of merely showing gratitude that a person displayed concern for her wretched life, she lasted out like a rabid animal. The girl really needed to learn manners rather than always making a bunch of unnecessary noise at every second as a cry for attention. She took a step back when Erin invaded her space since it was one of her pet peeves. Having people she did not know well or disliked close to her made her feel claustrophobic and ill at ease. <br><br>“Well, we agree on one thing since I truly did not wish to spend another second in your company.” Her next statement caused a light laugh to escape her lips as understanding and sympathy shone in her bright blue eyes. “So is that the reason why you refuse to wear dresses? Allow me to enlighten you, Erin. Women of the fifties are to be admired not sweep under a carpet as if they are parasites. They were hardworking and stronger than they would appeared. And they managed to do it all in these dresses of blues and yellows. It was also a period where women, who you underestimate, fought for the rights of their sex and other races in frills and bows. So I feel pretty good looking like a woman from the fifties since they look much better than women like <em>you</em> who dare to look down your nose at them as if you were some type of perfect example of femininity." <em>When all you are is a disgrace.</em> <br><br>She took a deep breath to calm herself as her body was nearly shaking with rage while her fingers tightened into little fists. “If you truly possessed any sense, you will understand women, even those like you, are being victimized without even being aware of it. So you can dress in those unflattering shorts and ridiculous excuse for a shirt, but the fact remains the same.” A frown marred Chloe’s features after being touched by the woman, and she promptly wiped away the offense. Erin's last words were meaningless to her. Then, the door was slammed in her face. A light tremor went down her body as she forced herself to appear calm rather than succumb to the desire to kick down the door. <br><br>"Idiot."<br><br>Quietly, she made her way down the hallway with fire dancing in her eyes. More than anything, she needed a comforting cup of tea. She did not look at anyone other than Jim when she entered the food car. With her breakfast ready for her, she sat down in the furthest seat from everyone else. If only she could have a paper to read this morning rather than the noise of the train. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 04:04:23</strong>
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				<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> Train -- the food car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, Olaana, Chloe, Erin<br><br>His eyes were fixed on an empty chair near a window when he heard Olaana's invitation and groaned inwardly. It would be nothing for him to politely decline, not generally one to do something 'just to be nice' but what Elizabeth had said the night before stuck in his head. She'd said something about it being important that Lawrence come to understand Kepler had things well in hand and could protect the family. The only way that was going to happen, barring a convenient demonstration, was he and Lawrence became a little more familiar with each other in general. Kepler still didn't have an issue with Lawrence other than the head space his presence seemed to put Elizabeth in, and certainly wouldn't have minded sharing a meal with the other man but Olaana was another matter. Like Erin, Olaana seemed to have decided from the start to fuck with him for no good reason and she was one of the very few people in the family who came close to trying his patience. He wondered if Olaana and Erin would tread a little more carefully if they knew he'd beaten the last person to death who'd pushed him too hard but decided it would likely only make them enjoy their games more. They seemed the type.<br><br>"Thanks," he said and diverted from his chosen seat to pull up a chair next to Olaana. His eyes flickered over their plates of food, noticing the difference with what everyone else was getting, but he didn't comment, keeping whatever assumptions he might draw from that to himself. He drained half the glass of orange juice then set it down and remarked on her quip about biting. "You don't have to tell me that. I get that about you. So how did you guys sleep? All your stuff get secured away all right?"<br><br>He hated small talk but he was making an effort though he was distracted by Chloe coming into the car. He could feel how pissed she was even before he saw the spark in her blue eyes and the fact that she entered without wishing anyone a good morning only made it more obvious. Erin for her part didn't seem particularly agitated when she entered but Kepler was instantly wary anyway and a little relieved when she didn't join the table. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 06:24:31</strong>
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				<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> Food Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana, Kepler<br><br>Lawrence was left taken aback at Olaanas words.&nbsp; Some of them flowed perfectly with the conversation and should have invoked an answer from Lawrence.&nbsp; But it was the few that he didn’t like hearing that left him silent throughout her words.&nbsp; He wasn’t even sure how to address her.&nbsp; His first inclination was to lash out at her for her assumptions.&nbsp; But he knew Olaana.&nbsp; She did not assume things with him, if they ever had something that could come off as questionable she outright asked him.&nbsp; So with the words on Elizabeth, and then the comment that he and her were something that she left unsaid, he realized precisely what it was she was trying to do.<br><br>She wasn’t attempting to be a bitch or piss him off.&nbsp; It was actually quite the opposite, she was only trying to protect herself.&nbsp; He couldn’t blame her, even if it bothered him quite a bit.&nbsp; She must have believed that Lawrence intended upon resuming whatever relationship that he had had with Elizabeth, so she was attempting to shield her heart.&nbsp; Frankly he hadn’t realized that she felt that deeply for him.&nbsp; The two had always been affectionate, but she’d never really shown any real level of lasting emotions.&nbsp; Perhaps he had just over looked them, or perhaps she was simply hiding them.&nbsp; She was a master of survival, and this was just her doing what she seemed to do best.<br><br>Her sudden distraction made him smile.&nbsp; He would have sat there brooding about things until he said something, and likely pissed her off.&nbsp; So it didn’t matter who it was she had invited over, he was pleased for their company.&nbsp; Of course the man she did bring was a man that Lawrence still wasn’t quite sure of.&nbsp; Two Alphas was hard enough to deal with.&nbsp; But adding a third like Kepler just seemed to make the entire ordeal even more difficult.&nbsp; Lawrence had hoped to have a sit down with Kepler at some point to figure out exactly where the two men stood, but he hadn’t intended upon it being in a group setting.&nbsp; And he certainly hadn’t intended upon it being with Olaana of all people.&nbsp; <br><br>Everything that he had heard about Kepler said that the last thing that he would do would be to come over and start with small talk.&nbsp; Lawrence more expected some straight to the point statement.&nbsp; Yet he asked how they slept, how their stuff had been secured.&nbsp; So Lawrences eyes remained fixed upon Keplers face as the man looked towards the two women who had entered.&nbsp; He hadn’t needed to look up to see who it was, one of the wonderful things about the spirit was that you could feel it’s presence in others and the distinct vibe that came from both.&nbsp; He also really wouldn’t have cared about how either party was feeling, as neither had yet to leave an important mark upon him.&nbsp; He’d have to go about fixing that in the future.<br><br>But Lawrence was the first to break the silence. “I’ve often considered who was the more dangerous, the Animals Olaana keeps or the keeper of those Animals.” It was meant to be a compliment, and he hoped that she took it that way.&nbsp; But that was the last part of Keplers words that were addressed, he doubted any of the three of them cared about luggage or sleeping routines. “So, Kepler, from what I’m told half of the women within the circus would love nothing more than your name attached to their relationship status.&nbsp; That puts you in a particularly precarious situation, as if you choose one you piss off another.&nbsp; Yet your position in the circus dictates that you maintain piece.&nbsp; I imagine that you must realize a drunken patron is no where near as dangerous to the family as a women scorned, let alone an entire horde?” Lawrence was not attempting to cause a rift with Kepler.&nbsp; He was instead trying to judge his temper and his character, his pointed words were meant to figure out the mans mindset.&nbsp; There was no wrong answer, just bad ones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 07:26:42</strong>
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				<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> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(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> Open<br><br>Elizabeth rarely paid top dollar for absolutely anything modern.&nbsp; There were the ins and outs of running a business these days where you had absolutely no choice, such as the Macbook Pro that absolutely no one knew she owned, but she only allowed herself two things that were not required.&nbsp; The first was for the benefit of the family.&nbsp; The bathing car was new and top of the line.&nbsp; The other was strictly selfish…Her blackout window shades allowed her to get a full nights rest, no matter when she went to bed.&nbsp; But this time the full nights rest found an entirely new meaning.&nbsp; She only required six hours of sleep, but with the amount she had drank the night before it took twelve before she finally woke up.&nbsp; Even with twelve hours, she felt her head spinning that did nothing to help the massive headache that came with it.&nbsp; She had never in her life had a hang over until she found the Spirit…She knew that she now received them as a punishment for her weaknesses.<br><br>She groaned when she awoke and pushed the pillow over her head even though her room was black as night.&nbsp; “I hate myself.” She spoke into the pillow as she regretted what she’d drank the night before.&nbsp; Finally the pillow was pushed away and she moved to the edge of her bed.&nbsp; She leaned forward and pushed the blinds to the side.&nbsp; She was so used to waking up at the break of dawn with it’s lovely dim light that she was shocked by the brightness of mid day that just made her wince in pain.&nbsp; She covered her face and slowly waited for her eyes to adjust before she lowered her arm and looked to the clock.&nbsp; 2Pm.&nbsp; By now most of the Family had been up for hours, and there it’s leader was just lifting from bed.&nbsp; The Spirit hadn’t needed to punish her with a hang over to make her feel shame for her own selfishness.<br><br>Elizabeth stood up completely naked and began to walk from window to window, opening the curtains.&nbsp; Every one hurt a bit more, but she saw it as penance for her own mistake.&nbsp; Once they were all opened she groaned and looked back to the clock.&nbsp; She was quite positive her pours were still leaking the scent of alcohol, and also that nothing but a shower would help to fix the way she felt.&nbsp; She quickly gathered a bathing bag, put on a pair of blue cotton pajama pants and a loose fitting blue tshirt and left her room.&nbsp; She took the walk of shame with dignity, not casting an eye at anyone who saw her in such a state.<br><br>She made her way into the bathing car and found one of two private showering stalls in the car.&nbsp; Fortunately everyone had already showered, so there was no one to bother her with conversation.&nbsp; She took a very long shower under very hot water that gently burned her skin before she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.&nbsp; She dried herself off and put on her underwear, before putting on her dress.&nbsp; The water had helped to cure the hang over, but it was still there.&nbsp; That meant that her mind was still burning with everything that happened the previous night.&nbsp; She needed fresh air, and more important, air flowing through her hair.&nbsp; She’d deal with the tangles later, but she needed a moment to clear her head.<br><br>She left her bag in the bathing car before she walked to the intersection between the bathing car and the first of the Animal cars.&nbsp; She could hear the horses talk back and forth even with the rumble of the train as she found the ladder that ran up the backside of the bathing car.&nbsp; Elizabeth began to climb the ladder until her head was finally above the top of the bathing car.&nbsp; She paused for a moment as she felt the wind in her wet hair.&nbsp; The train did not move very quickly, at best twenty miles an hour.&nbsp; So it wasn’t enough to sweep you from where you stood, which is why she was able to climb the rest of the way until she crawled onto the roof of the car.<br><br>One of the things she had requested being put on top of her only modern car were a sequence of bars.&nbsp; They seemed to be a rib cage on top of the bathing car, but the purpose of it was simply for people to be able to actually be out doors without the risk of falling off.&nbsp; She crawled on her hands and knees along the top of the car until she found a spot along the edge.&nbsp; Her legs tucked under the bars on the outside edge of the train as her bare feet lowered, dangling in front of a window in the mens quarters.&nbsp; The breeze caused by the train had her hair flowing to the right side of her shoulder, and she simply enjoyed the view that she had.&nbsp; The flats of Kansas offered fields of green, and random outlets of trees to disrupt the monotony.&nbsp; Yet she found it beautiful.&nbsp; This was still untouched farm lands, had she been sitting on top of this very train eighty years ago she may have seen the very same site. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 04:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olaana Noemi<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> <del>Elizabeth's</del> Lawrence's Talent<br><strong>Position:</strong> Beast Master <br><strong>Location:</strong> Food Car<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Morning after train depart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, Erin, Kep<br><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr><br>It appeared as if her conversation with Lawrence was over though not much came out of it. There was no protest from her since she had grown used to their silence. Eventually, they always managed to talk about their issues or concerns when the other person least expected it. <br><br>A boisterous laugh escaped her lips as she laughed with mischief dancing in her eyes at Kepler’s response to joining their table. He appeared like a child that had been forced to sit with the adults in her eyes. Still, his desire to not sit with her amused her. The pleasure of his company vanished when he sat down at the table. Why would he choose to sit close to his torment rather than by Lawrence? She bounced around a few explanations in her mind then concluded that he secretly enjoyed her verbal prods. Perhaps he was a secret masochist. The thought of it conjured excitement in her bones. Her eyes softened at Lawrence's comment as she recalled a very dangerous encounter of theirs. "I would think you like me the way I am, but the animals are much more dangerous than me. I am their servant." <br><br>She nearly missed his glance over at their plates then she merely shrugged and smiled at him. “It appears as though Jim likes Lawrence.” Without warning, she scooted the plate in the middle of them to share. It was not due to liking him as a person but rather an old habit from childhood to share what was technically hers. The act of kindness was abruptly overshadowed as she reached over to pick up Kepler’s cup then drain the rest of his orange juice. It was quite delicious. Olaana then placed it down on the table as she glanced up at him as if waiting for a reaction then her hands came up as if to ward off an attack from him. “We’re all family.” It was a sorry excuses for drinking his orange juice but she refused to think of another. <br><br>“I barely slept at all,” she answered honestly without thought of the consequences of her words. It was not due to the train being uncomfortable, but its confinement. The windows would not open so she was forced to stare out into the darkness. Not feel the fresh air or cold of morning. Being on the train was her cage, but that did not mean she had to enjoy it. Like the animals, she would not be in the most pleasant or patient of moods while on the train. There was not much to secure away other than her clothes and books. Nothing else was granted to her in parting from her father. "Everything is packed away into its place." She did not notice the prune's entrance until she caught the vibrant hair of Erin. A genuine smile appeared on her face as she waved her roommate over to join them at breakfast. "Don't be shy," Olaana teased lightly then gestured for her to come over to their table. For some reason, she decided to comment on Lawrence's assumption of Kep having lots of female's attention. "I do believe Kepler likes bitches." <em>Of frills and gentle manners.</em> Her eyes glanced over at the woman drinking tea then returned to present company. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 06:15:26</strong>
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				<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 Master<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana, Lawrence and Keplar; mentions Chloe<br><br>She'd just sat down and lifted the spoon of gloppy oatmeal to her lips when Olaana's voice called out to her. Few in the circus could handle Erin and her highky erratic nature. Olaana was a blessing in that she could handle Erin in any of her moods. Maybe it was the animal thing since Erin was sure sometimes her fits were akin to an animal lashing out in anger.<br><br>"If I have a shy bone in my body I've yet to find it." Erin said her laugh bright and sparkling a hint of the happy girl that might have been but was now so hidden these rare glimpses were all that remained. She stood up and wondered over to Olaana's table giving a smile to the others as she took an empty seat next to Lawrence balancing the table her gaze flicking for a moment over to Chloe as she sat down the prissy bitch taking a seat as far away from everyone else she could manage. <br><br>"But maybe you could help me what do you say hun?" She asked with a playful wink at Kep as she settled in the seat across from him and next to Lawrance. She heard Olaana's assessment of Keps tastes and pretended to pout looking hurt though he'd said not a word. "You just ruined my day Olaana, dashed hopes and dreams." She said dramatically sarcasm edging her words as she idly stirred the thick oatmeal. "Please tell me it's not true love, that your not into...<em>that</em>" she said turning her head to glare at Chloe's back.<br><br>"You know she came and yelled at me first thing in the morning. Came to my room to criticize my volume, clothing and general sunny disposition." She said the last flashing Olaana a look silently giggling at her own joke. She wasn't deluded she knew she was a pain in the ass but she liked playing this part of the wounded victim, it amused her endlessly. "I <em>might</em> have been a <em>bit</em> irritated but damn does she always have to be such an uppity..." She stopped herself and cleared her throat smiling brightly and starting again, "She reminded me of those old movies with southern belles who can insult you six ways till Sunday and still come out smelling like roses." Erin said with a shake of a head. "She's one of those people who's never happy so she makes everyone else miserable, I mean look at her she's even mean to that one girl, you know the clown with the red hair whats her name?...Lexie that's it." She said looking pleased that she'd gotten it right. "I heard Lexie and her talking about how Chloe though she dressed like a trollop or some such thing. Who even uses words like that anyway?" She asked rolling her eyes dramatically.<br><br>"Anyway that girl is so sweet she'd candy, but Chloe sees nothing but flaws. How poisonous is that?" Erin asked not really expecting an answer as she stuffed a spoonful of the oatmeal in her run away mouth so she could stop the flow of words before she went to far and let her earlier anger at Chloe leak into her words any more then they already had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 07:17:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> On top of the Bathing Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Lexie was wondering around. It was nice to be traveling again, she loved the sense of movement that told her she was going somewhere new, somewhere she never would have seen if she hadn't joined the circus, if she hadn't practically begged Elizabeth to put her faith in her and let her come along for the ride. She'd loved every moment since joining the circus she really had but she was finding just because you loved something didn't mean it was always simple. She was growing up, that was the only conclusion she could come up with and with that new things were blooming to life in her and she wasn't sure she liked all of them. <br><br>She'd woken feeling disquieted. Troubled she'd skipped breakfast and went to spend time with the animals talking to those who could never tell on her. she talked about how odd she'd felt the night before at the party and cried to them even though she had no idea why she'd been so upset. She couldn't for the life of her remember being so spontaneously upset before. She was sure there was a reason, there had to be she just for the life of her couldn't figure it out. <br><br>She felt better now, lighter as if some invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Now she was smiling humming an old pop song bouncy and happy under her breath as she headed outside to the break between the two cars. She saw the bars on the bathing car and a smile bloomed on her lips and she laughed dashing back into the animal car and kicking off her shoes. She was going to climb up, skirt or not and watch the landscape change as she traveled. she often did this, enjoying the taste of the air and the feel of it pulling at her hair.<br><br>the wind whipped her hair as she climbed up and she brushed it back seeing Elizabeth as she moved to sit beside the woman she admired so. "I hope you don't mind." She said brightly giving Elizabeth one of her bright smiles as she slide her legs under the bars ad settled the skirt around her thighs casting her eyes to the horizon. "You know that world is big but it's a whole different thing to see how big it really is." Lexie said a hint of childish wonder in her voice as she gazed out at the open fields her hair rippling out behind her picking up the sunlight and glowing like liquid flame. She looked vibrant and simply happy in that moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 05:41:15</strong>
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				<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> Train -- Dining Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, Olaana, Erin<br><br>"Half the women? I dunno about that, I think you overestimate my appeal," Kepler said, briefly distracted from commenting further by Olaana shoving her plate toward him -- was she feeling generous? Trying to make him complicit in the special treatment? -- then drank his juice. He looked at her a long moment, bemused, before returning back to Lawrence's question. "It's been my experience most of the time when women flirt there's not a lot behind it, they just like to flirt. I don't imagine myself ever being the source of much fuss and I don't know that stringing a bunch of people along to keep the peace would work anyway. I just do my job, be honest with folks, and I guess I thought that would be enough."<br><br>He took a deep breath hearing Erin get invited over, knowing it would be hard to get any more insight on Lawrence now and that he might as well be under a microscope. "I stopped calling women bitches when I decided I was sick of being a raging asshole," he corrected Olaana then nodded to Erin, determined to make an effort to be polite as he greeted her. "Morning."<br><br>Aaaaand she was off, hardly letting anybody else get a word in edgewise as she tore into Chloe. He felt himself on the verge of getting angry until he realized at least half her reason for all the trash talk was to piss him off and he wasn't about to let her get her way. It rankled him, of course, but then again he had little patience for backbiting in general. He just did his best to get through the rest of his breakfast and let her ramble though when she finally stopped, he couldn't quite stifle the urge to open his mouth.<br><br>"Clearly she pissed you off, Erin," he commented, effectively keeping the irritation out of his voice and giving what was left of his oatmeal a little stir. "But you talk a hell of a lot more about Chloe than she ever talks about you, make of that what you will."<br><br>He gave Erin a little shrug then glanced across the table at Lawrence, wondering if the other man had noticed the women were all too eager to shred each other to pieces without Kepler having to be the cause of it. He paused before finishing his breakfast. "Lawrence, I managed to get my hands on some decent cigars last stop, you and I should have a smoke some time."&nbsp; <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 06:18:28</strong>
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				<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> Food Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana, Kepler, Erin<br><br>Lawrence had always had the ability to remain absolutely silent, to the point where it was easy to forget that he was there entirely.&nbsp; For those who knew him very well they knew that it was sign of displeasure.&nbsp; He wasn’t entirely sure whether or not Olaana would know that little quirk, as their conversations had almost always been peaceful.&nbsp; And the ones that weren’t…Well the heated debates tended to lead to the best ending.&nbsp; But when Erin went off, he was entirely displeased.&nbsp; He honestly could care less who thought what about whom.&nbsp; Hell, he damn near hated the Ring Mistress herself so he couldn’t talk.&nbsp; But one thing he was sure not to do was shit talk her in front of a group of people.&nbsp; He didn’t even know Erin, for all she knew he and Chloe were best friends.&nbsp; And of course, he knew it was a less than subtle jab in the ribs towards Kepler.<br><br>Lawrence said not a word to the group and simply listened to the conversation as he calculated his words.&nbsp; It was quite clear that Erin had a short temper, and since the girl roomed with Olaana he had to be sure not to make enemies with her.&nbsp; If anything he wished to befriend her, but not even Olaana could get away with everything.&nbsp; His expression finally changed as his lips curled into a smile with Keplers words.&nbsp; The subtle insult was absolutely brilliant, but it could very likely set Erin off again.&nbsp; He didn’t respond right away to the little rant and instead did what he could to take control of the conversation.&nbsp; He leaned forward and made his presence known once more before he responded first to Keplers offer.<br><br>“That’d be nice.&nbsp; The batch I have were once something to marvel, but it’s almost impossible to keep them fresh on a train.&nbsp; I have business to attend to today, but perhaps tomorrow evening?&nbsp; You provide the cigars, I’ll provide the scotch.” The moment his words ended he looked towards Erin.&nbsp; He may have had a peaceful expression painted upon his face, but his words came out with a tone that rang with leadership.&nbsp; If she didn’t like it, then that would be her burden. “And Erin, you should certainly know that I have absolutely no problems with you.&nbsp; Your opinions are your own and I respect them.&nbsp; You’ve also came to find a friendship with my Olaana.”<br><br>Lawrence finally leaned back in his chair, though the weight of his eyes still rested upon the pretty blonde.&nbsp; He really didn’t know how else to say it but to just outright say it, and he didn’t know any other way. “But there are few things more poisonous to this family than one of us openly shit talking another.&nbsp; Hate her all you want, call her whatever you wish when in the company of a companion, but you cannot sit here and go off about her in a public setting.&nbsp; That will only lead to drama, and we have enough of that to go around as it is.” Lawrence again leaned forward.&nbsp; The sole purpose of this was so that he could talk in a quiet voice, so that only those at the table would be able to hear.&nbsp; He trusted Kepler and Olaana enough to understand his words were to remain between them, but he didn’t trust those at the nearby tables to be so close lipped. “And if there is ever a rift caused between the family when it came to you and Chloe, then Elizabeth will always take Chloes side.&nbsp; Making enemies with the devil is the quickest way to ensure you do not die on one of your own swords.” His straightened up and looked over towards Kepler.<br><br>“As I told you, there is nothing more dangerous to this circus than a woman scorned.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 06:49:23</strong>
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				<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> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(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.&nbsp; Chloe and Elizabeths room, and the Train Engine itself were the only three that she considered private.&nbsp; Other than where she sat.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; So to her knowledge, no one knew about her little hide away.&nbsp; She could come here to escape the stress of the Circus, and never worry about being interrupted.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Much to Elizabeths surprised, it was Lexie.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She only looked at Lexie for a moment before looking back at the moving expanse of land that they travelled.&nbsp; 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>&nbsp;Lexies next words caused a rock to settle in Elizabeths stomach.&nbsp; It wasn’t just what she said, but it was the way that she said it.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Elizabeth saw it differently.&nbsp; They were just on another trip to another town for another tent and another show.&nbsp; Lexie saw every moment of this as something magical.&nbsp; As an experience in and of itself.&nbsp; All it did was remind her of when she first joined the circus.&nbsp; She had once felt the same way as Lexie.&nbsp; Every mile travelled was something in and of itself to behold.&nbsp; She both loved and hated Lexie.&nbsp; And she felt both emotions for the same reason; Lexie seemed to be a younger, less experienced version of herself.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The girl clearly admired Elizabeth, but unlike Chloe she still thought that life was magical. “I remember the first time I saw these fields.&nbsp; I saw nothing but possibility.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I myself allowed that to happen.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; And quickly.<br><br>Elizabeths hand lifted as she gently pushed at Lexies shoulder.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; You do know that it is my job to read how people are feeling and figure out what’s in their mind?&nbsp; I mean, it isn’t a perfect science of course…” Elizabeth looked back to the landscape and paused for a moment.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “You like Kink don’t you?&nbsp; And I’m not talking about a friendly or respectful way.&nbsp; 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.”&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth looked back to Lexie now.&nbsp; Her face held absolutely no judgment, if anything it held an absolutely rare girlish curiosity.&nbsp; 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.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 08:14:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olaana Noemi<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> <del>Elizabeth's</del> Lawrence's Talent<br><strong>Position:</strong> Beast Master <br><strong>Location:</strong> Food Car<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Morning after train depart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, Erin, Kep<br><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr><br>Olaana’s eyes rolled playfully at Erin’s response as she truly tried to think if a moment her roommate displayed hint of shyness towards anyone or anything. Not one memory came to mind, but she was not completely fooled by the outward display of bravado. <br><br>Even the wildest of creatures possessed a soft spot thought it revealed itself to only those worthy enough to be graced with such beauty. No offense came to her due to this side of Erin was not shown, but she could only hope an outlet would be provided to the blonde within time. If not, the weapon's master might drive herself insane from pent up emotions or locked up frustrations. Her eyes followed Erin’s gaze as a secretive smirk of amusement came on her face. The target of her anger appeared to be another woman sitting away from them. Kep regained her attention with a false statement as she momentarily appeared puzzled by his desire to outright lie. "I can only wonder how you were then if you don't consider yourself an ass now." There was no venom in her tone since she was simply stating what she'd seen of him so far while at the circus. He was not exactly the nicest person of the train. She was going to go on more when Lawrence mentioned having business to attend to today. Nothing of the sort had been mentioned to her, but she was never always aware of his plans so it was no surprise. Still, there were times when she worried about him and herself as her trust was nearly stretched beyond its limits. <br><br>“I do believe this circus is full of dashed dreams.” Her voice, for a moment, was slightly bitter as she drummed her fingers on the wooden tabletop repeatedly. Annoyance soared in her features as she grappled to push the unwanted emotions back down. Soon enough, her regular neutrality drifted back up to the surface, completely hiding whatever troubled her in the first place. Just then, the unexpected happened. <em>My Olaana.</em> The words had the effect of a drug on her, and her disposition improved almost instantly. Why was she so drawn to him? So incurably addicted that even the smallest of words made her immeasurably happy. Olaana stared over at him as she let out a breathy sigh of contentment. Erin's erratic behavior pulled her away from the desire to fuck her lover on the table. It appeared as though she was not the only one who expected something to happen with her roommate since Kep had the same look of anticipation on his face as well. In her mind, she mentally counted to ten while waiting for the girl to explode since she appeared truly agitated this morning. “Some men like meekness. Just imagine how she probably screws. More than likely, she only takes it missionary style without a single noise.” Her voice was soft as she truly imagined the act in her mind. That thought process did not last long since it bored her. <br><br>Surprise appeared in her dark brown eyes at Erin’s reason for being in sunny temperament this morning. Olaana felt an ounce of admiration for the prissy woman even if she did not like her one ounce. It took a lot of bravery or stupidity to mess with Erin in the morning. Kep's comment was met with a shrug of indifference. “I suppose you would know what she talks about, wouldn't you, Kepler?” The comment on Lexie did not mean much to her though the girl always appeared drunk on life and Elizabeth. In truth, she was not sure what to think about young clown. Especially after those rumors about the celebratory night. “Poisonous indeed. It is always those you don't expect to have the most venom.” At that moment, Lawrence became involved with what sounded like a warning. Her lips pursed together in displeasure as she resisted the urge to rise away from the table. Whose side would he take if it ever came between Elizabeth and herself? He risked his life for her in order to get her the title of beast master, but was that for her or the circus? She could not be sure, and she was, quite frankly, afraid of the answer. "A scorn woman is one to be feared." <br><br>She became quiet for a second, listening the train along with the clatter of forks and spoons against plates. "Here's to hoping dinner is better than breakfast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 12:18:11</strong>
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				Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: the Train<br>Wearing: an outfit<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Lottie would become more withdrawn, that was unless she was performing, the time that she woe a mask, a mask that most carnies wore. It was a beautiful and fragile thing so perfect and the mirror of her stunning and seductive sister. Though they were identical and shared everything, absolutely everything,. Yet the two were very different, still each knew the other inside out ”Sister we really must venture out and mingle again today even so soon after last night, I do so hate it when you feel bound by my own sensibilities, and my problems.” Her sister was offered a kiss to the cheek&nbsp; &nbsp;and a stroke to her hair. <br><br>“Come let me braid your hair and then perhaps we can have some breakfast.”&nbsp; At least the circus we kind enough to offer us the larger carriage, not everywhere could be so accommodating. Gently Lottie styled her sisters hair trying to be as long as possible before facing everyone again, readying her delicate mask once more. <br><br>Eventually the two made their was to the breakfast carriage although she might have preferred to stay in the private car Lottie knew that she had to get to know these people as not only would she be working with them but also living with them.<br><br>It had to be said the two did not find it overly easy to traverse the corridors but they were somewhat use to such things and did finally manage to get for breakfast. They sat down quietly deciding on what they would eat. Lottie made sure that her sister had plenty of hot tea. Of course the young dancer smiled at those about her and then turned her attentions back to her sister pouring out their warm beverages and offering her a light breakfast.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 08:54:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: Burlesque Dancer<br>Location: The Train<br>Tagging: Lottie<br><br>Lottie had insisted that Kate wear the mask. Not that she needed it but it made her sister seem less conspicuous if they both wore one. The kiss to the cheek followed by a stroke to her hair, gave her a warm feeling inside. "Sis, after last night, being bound to you is the least of my concerns. Do not distress yourself with such things since from today I feel more connected to you than I have for a long time, in a good way you understand. If your instincts were right, and they usually are, we got off lightly with that 'clown'. However, if you feel that we should indeed mingle once again then lets." After replying to her sister, she nodded upon the offer of having her hair braided. Upon glancing at her reflection a little later on, she praised Lottie for her efforts. <br><br>Now within the breakfast carriage, Kate gladly accepted tea and a light breakfast from her sister and had decided not to converse with anyone else until she had either finished or pending someone coming over to wish them a good morning. Either suited her as she was still upset with herself for being so selfish and putting Lottie in danger, even if it was only a perceived one. Either way, Lottie had been scared and Kate did not like that one bit. So she had made a promise to herself that he would think first and act later for a change.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 20:05:57</strong>
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				<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 Master<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana, Lawrence and Keplar,&nbsp; Chloe<br><br>The response Erin gave to Kep's words was a hardy laugh full of bitter mirth, "Just because she dresses nice and speaks softly doesn't mean she's any better then the rest of us you know. At least I'm honest, you know if I don't like you. She smiles and bats her eye lashes judging you all the while. I'd rather deal with a bitch then a liar any day, at least you know where you stand with a bitch." She said smiling sweetly looking amused by her own behavior. Usually she wasn't quiet so abusive to others just mainly unpleasant in general her foul temper and rude demeanor enough to keep others at bay but this morning she was in fine form.<br><br>Lawrence's approach was met with a bland stare as he tried to rein her in with authority he didn't have. Only one in the circus had any control over Erin and last she checked he was missing presumed gone, too bad they could have used Sochi right about now. Olaana could calm her down but seemed more wrapped up in Lawrence then anything in the moment seeming to have no concern for Erin's behavior. "Oh but I disagree. A conflict can only be moved passed if confronted yes? Well confrontation is a public action don't you think?" At this Erin'd smile edged on dangerous, "I have an idea." She said grinning a look that spoke of mischief that from this girl could be nothing but unpleasant. Anything more said to Erin was ignored as the idea took hold and grew and she could think of nothing more then lashing out at another who seemed so at peace so happy. She couldn't be at peace, couldn't hold on to happiness why should anyone else?<br><br>"Maybe instead of talking about her why don't we talk to her hmm?" She asked before standing up and stepping up onto her seat to get a better look at Chloe across the room "Hey Chloe! I was just telling everyone your a judgmental bitch. Care to comment?" She asked her voice lacking any kind of venom she spoke the words judgmental bitch as if they may have been an endearment rather then an insult. She was smiling brightly, if it wasn't for the perverse look of pleasure pain in her eyes she might have look pretty, light and carefree but she didn't. There was a darkness in her eyes that was wild and dangerous as she looked to Chloe a sinister smile on her lips as she waited arms crossed daring the woman to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 20:33:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> On top of the Bathing Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Elizabeth's words caused Lexie's smile to dim and she nodded slowly. "Maybe." she said with uncertainty wondering for a moment if what Elizabeth said was true. Would it all become routine? She didn't think so, she hoped not. Everyday even on this train new things happened how could the world become routine? the very idea wouldn't settle in her mind and after a moment Lexie tossed it aside deciding Elizabeth was just in a sour mood. The world no matter how much you traveled or how much of it you see could never become boring. It just wasn't so.<br><br>Lexie nodded at the end of Elizabeth's story wondering how one became jaded like that? Would she loose her wonder in the world? was that even possible? the idea cause a touch of sadness to settle in her heart. "If their is a a way to avoid it I will mistress. I would hate to look at these fields one day and not feel as I do now like the next moment may be the best one yet." She said softly that easy happiness surging forward once more as a smile found it's way back to her lips her eyes shifting back to the open world around them.<br><br>The playful push of Elizabeth's hand caused Lexie to giggle and she listened intently as Elizabeth spoke curiosity gnawing at her until Elizabeth asked her question the Lexie's whole face went aflame as she blushed the brightest pink. "Oh I..." She chewed her lips and for the first time looked truly nervous and out of sorts. "Oh I don't know Elizabeth." She said lifting her hands quickly to cover her face to hide the tears that suddenly sprung to her eyes.<br><br>"I don't know what I feel about him, or how I feel when I'm around him. He messes me up." She said shaking her head and trying to calm the riot of emotions that were fighting for dominance within her. "I was mad when he went off with the twins, I was mad when he left me alone so suddenly after tearing my costume and i was pleased when she showed up later to help me out of it. How can I like someone who upsets me so?" She asked shaking her head. She truly didn't understand. She'd never been in a situation where her feelings were so engaged that someone could upset her though she didn't even realize at this point she cared so much.<br><br>"I think I'm just tired. That would explain it right?" She asked a hopeful note in her voice as she looked at Elizabeth's calm steady face and bit into her lip again. "Would it be so bad if I liked him?" She asked in a small voice, "There's something about him...It's like I'm always aware he's there and I feel more alive when he's close, looking at me." She was smiling again lost in her own thoughts, "I don't know Elizabeth. I'm so confused. I've never felt this way before." she said her gaze going out to the feilds staring intently as if the answer might be hiding among the waving grasses of the prairie. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 00:00:28</strong>
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				<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> Train, dining car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin. Olaana, Lawrence, anyone else in earshot<br><br>"I think you're onto something," Kepler said to Lawrence's proposed meeting over cigars and scotch. "Count me in."<br><br>He shrugged a little at Lawrence's comment on scorned women though it was good-natured enough. He wasn't entirely dismissive of the idea that women could be trouble, he knew better, it's just that in his experience, talking about it really didn't help. When trouble was going to come, it was going to come. He didn't even respond to Olaana's attempts to stir things up further -- it wasn't worth it and she'd made up her mind about him for whatever reason without needing to know a damn thing about him so weighing in with his opinion on anything, certainly arguing with her, wasn't going to make a difference. He'd just finished up the last of breakfast and was seeing his way free and clear to excuse himself when Erin lost her damn mind. He stood, her vitriol still lingering in the room as everyone stopped eating to stare.<br>Of course it was personal to a degree. He couldn't lie to himself about having feelings for Chloe...couldn't deny his instinct to want to protect her and keep her from this kind of assholery. But it was also entirely truthful to say that he would have taken the same stance, regardless of the subject of Erin's ire, and had in fact done much the same in the past when somebody got out of control. So he put his personal anger aside, kept in check, his cold and almost detached.<br><br>"That's enough," he said, his voice raised ever so slightly but as he never raised his voice, it sounded almost like a shout. "Erin, you're causing a disruption...you've managed to disturb everybody's meal...you can't muster the manners the rest of us learned in kindergarten...your breakfast is over. Get off the goddamned chair and take your sorry ass out of here."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 07:09:19</strong>
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				<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> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(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>Lexie was the shining grace of this circus as far as Elizabeth was concerned.&nbsp; As far as pure, outright innocence very few within the family truly had it.&nbsp; Despite the fact that Lexie was not exactly innocent in matters regarding the heart or body, it was her attitude that showed her for what she was.&nbsp; She was still childish, but not in the way that pissed people off.&nbsp; Instead, she still enjoyed the childish notion that the world was golden and everything was wonderful.&nbsp; Elizabeth had lost count of how many times she admired the girl, envied her on the deepest level.&nbsp; Right now was just another of those times.&nbsp; Despite the words caused by a rather irritated Ring Mistress, Lexie still managed to make the best of it.<br><br>Elizabeth had really never contemplated the idea of a successor until Lawrence had returned.&nbsp; The moment that he did, she remembered that absolutely no reign ended the way you wished it to.&nbsp; Ever since his arrival, she’d been forced to think about who could come next.&nbsp; Lawrence was the obvious choice, but he was no different than Elizabeth.&nbsp; Chloe was as loyal to the family as anyone, but she was too narrow minded to truly keep the circus running the way it had been.&nbsp; Lexie was the only one that made sense…But the girl still had to grow up a bit before she could hold any position of power.&nbsp; Her refusal to even head the Clowns made that quite clear.&nbsp; But Elizabeth absolutely refused to do anything that may take that beautiful innocence away from her.<br><br>But when Elizabeth playfully nudged Lexie, her mindset shifted.&nbsp; She smiled and felt quite delighted that she had in fact judged correctly.&nbsp; Judging a crowd was easy, but judging her family was something else all together.&nbsp; The blush made it clear that she had been correct in her assumptions that Lexie had a thing for the sinister clown.&nbsp; Her eyes drank in every movement that Lexie made.&nbsp; She didn’t notice that the girl was near tears, but it wasn’t hard to see that she was horribly confused by her emotions.&nbsp; And her words to follow just established that point even further.<br><br>Yet as quickly as her satisfaction with guessing correctly came, it seemed to leave her faster.&nbsp; The words that Lexie said made perfect sense.&nbsp; In fact, they made so much sense that they connected quite deeply with Elizabeth.&nbsp; She was ever the actor, so she never showed the fact that it seemed like her insides had very quickly tied into a knot that appeared as though it wished to kill her.&nbsp; Elizabeth was absolutely blissful that Lexie looked back onto the fields, as it allowed Elizabeth to drop her guise and let the pain that was rattling her body to show upon her face.&nbsp; She looked out into the passing fields, and saw nothing more than passing memories that she wished to forget.<br><br>It took her a few moments of silence to collect herself.&nbsp; With any luck, Lexie had not noticed the look of pain upon her face before she was once again able to offer her clown a confident and understanding expression.&nbsp; But she didn’t look towards Lexie as she spoke, she just knew that that would be a bad idea. “It’s not always something fun to feel.&nbsp; An emotion like that.” One of Elizabeths legs lifted from the rail so that she could move closer to Lexie.&nbsp; The two were sitting side by side when Elizabeth finally slid her free leg under the guardrail.&nbsp; She didn’t wish to speak her words loudly, so she decided it’d just be best to sit beside her clown.<br><br>“Men like him have a way of corrupting us.&nbsp; Making us feel things that we do not want to feel.&nbsp; Do things that we may not wish to do.&nbsp; We just…Need to remember that we have to remain who we are, and not change to suit their needs.” Elizabeths arm lifted and wrapped around Lexies waist.&nbsp; It was nothing more than a friendly gesture, but within Elizabeths mind it was a connection that went farther than a physical act. “I can tell you from personal experience that Kink is a good man.&nbsp; He is loyal to this family.&nbsp; But he can also be dangerous, as his loyalties seem to remain within himself.&nbsp; I do not wish to see you fall in love with him only to be hurt.”&nbsp; Elizabeths words didn’t seem to sound right.&nbsp; It didn’t exactly sound as though she was talking only to Lexie.&nbsp; Frankly, she wasn’t. “He may have feelings for you, but until you are able to make him commit to you I highly suggest you do not fall any further.&nbsp; It’ll result in nothing more than you regretting everything you ever did with him.”<br><br>Elizabeth couldn’t hide the facts anymore.&nbsp; She may have been trying to talk about Lexie and Kink, but she knew damned straight that she was just talking to herself and hoping it connected with Lexie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 23:09:12</strong>
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				<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> Dining car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin, others within earshot<br><hr><br>Her breakfast consisted of a simple light meal since she did not believe in gouging one’s self in the early hours. That was technically a lie. Chloe never engaged in any form of greed with food at any portion of the day even though she had a weakness for sweets. It was a flaw that was hardly ever indulged. On her table, there was an intricately decorated cup, filled with tea, and matching saucer. The tea collection was one of her own, but it had been gifted to the circus upon her arrival even though it was exclusively used by mostly her. Her tea was accompanied with one small slice of bread covered with a light spread of strawberry jam along with a small bowl of fruit. <br><br>It had been canned rather than fresh but was still delicious all the same. She was content with her meal and was content to momentarily forget the morning’s trifles even though the culprit was in the same room with her. In fact, every time she was to take a sip of her apple-cinnamon tea, the back of the girl’s head was to be within sight. Not the most pleasant of views. Instead, Chloe attempted to focus on the rolling terrain outside of her window. That did not work particular well so she changed her seat so that she was graced with the sight of no other than Jim and those who might enter through the door for their morning meal. To her regret, this action also placed Kepler out of her sight as well, but it was a necessary sacrifice for some scant form of serenity. <br><br>No offense was taken when she noticed Kepler sitting by those who clearly disliked her at that particular table. Well, she hoped at least Lawrence did not view her in a discourteous light since she had been nothing but kind since he arrived back at the circus even though there were rumors surrounding his relationship with the ever infamous Elizabeth. All was particularly well within Chloe’s world as she enjoyed the taste of tea on her tongue along with the accompanying music of the train as it rolled along the rails until the sound of a shrill voice disturbed self-created peace. <br>So Erin felt it necessary to not only speak untruths about her but announce it to the circus as well. If anything, her actions only solidified Chloe’s thoughts about her. The girl was nothing more than an immature child in a woman’s body, who desperately sought the attention of those around her through any method possible. The only indication of her displeasure was that her hand shook slightly as she picked out the steaming cup of tea even though not one drop was spilled onto the table. A soft clink was heard as she settled the tea cup back into the saucer as she closed her eyes while a hand lifted to rub at her temples. <br><br>Why did Elizabeth seek to torture her with constantly allowing unruly souls into the circus? Was it not enough that she was forced to give up her family to fulfill childhood dreams and hopes? Was it not enough that she destroyed a part of herself each time she was reacted to wear her ensembles when flying through the air? The faint caress of the spirit attempted to help her recall the joy it allowed her each time she was wrapped in its protective embrace in the air. It gave her wings. It permitted her the ability to become the best trapeze artist in any circus. It gave her freedom to become what she always aspired to be upon her first visit to the circus as a child. Yet, right now, the spirit’s usual charm did not work. <br><br>In this moment, she was to be subject to persecution while consuming her meal by a bloodthirsty fiend. Quietly, even though her eyes were becoming story with clear distress, she picked up her piece of bread then took a small bite of the corner. A smidge of jam marred the corner of her mouth before it was wiped clean with a handkerchief. Still, even though Chloe was uncomfortable, she would not grant Erin the pleasure of making her leave the dining cart although at the back of her mind, she knew the girl would derive more pleasure to further torment her by staying. Yet, like a mountain, she remained in her seat without much of a glance in the child’s direction. She was the one who must maintain the example of a lady. Graceful and poised even under pressure as what was taught to her the moment she could take her first step.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes shifted to the door when it opened to reveal the twins. For once, they were a needed sight since she viewed them as allies even though Kate was a bit too bold for her tastes. Still, they had not been nothing but kind in her presence. Kindness was much desired rather than the venom coming from a girl that barely knew her. How on earth did all of this start from her merely checking on the child? She was just about to invite the twins to join her at the table when a shiver went down her spine. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed out the lower portion of her dress as she turned to address Erin with disinterested eyes along with a mask of complete happiness as if all in the world was right and proper as it was meant to be. Her jaw tightened as the girl insulted her again without care for being heard by anyone. This was the first time in her life that anyone treated her with such disrespect. Back at home, people were bound by their small town attitude. No one really crossed such bounds with her. In the circus, people understood her. She could not tell if they liked her or not, but they possessed enough manners and etiquette to not be so rude. <br><br>“As I told you earlier if that is your opinion, you are allowed to have it even though it means nothing to me. Although, I do believe the truth is plain enough for anyone to see. I agree with Kepler. I believe people would rather eat their breakfast rather than be subjected to this conversation.” Her tone of voice was one a mother might use with an insolent child. “Now, perhaps we can meet up at another time if you would like to throw insults at me, but I can promise that I will not give the type of outburst you crave.” With that, she turned back to pick up her cup. The contents sloshed out of the brim onto the small saucer and her index finger, sending a wave of pain through her. Chloe was forced to lower the cup back down then clean up the mess with little dabs of the handkerchief. She was no longer hungry by any means, but iron will forced her to remain sited rather than escape her would-be tormentor by leaving. She was indeed very uncomfortable but nothing other than calmness reflected on her face. The only indication of displeasure lay in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 07:34:49</strong>
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				<br><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> Food Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana, Kepler, Erin (Mentioning Chloe)<br><br>Lawrence was now in a state beyond words.&nbsp; It seemed like no matter who chose to speak, they all chose to grate his nerves to a point where he found his silence a blessing to all.&nbsp; This was not the family that he had hoped to come back to.&nbsp; This was not the unity that he remembered.&nbsp; A Family that did not hate one another on the outside.&nbsp; Yeah everyone hated someone, but you laid the shit to rest inside of your own head.&nbsp; Go ahead and show it to the other person, but you <em>did not</em> display it in front of others.&nbsp; He knew that this was no longer his circus.&nbsp; Elizabeth had regained control.&nbsp; But he questioned whether or not she would have allowed this.&nbsp; The woman he thought her to be would have ensured that all involved would have suffered dearly.&nbsp; But the woman he remembered would not have been in a drunken rest at this time of day.&nbsp; He was going to have to point out the similarities she was now sharing with the former Ring Master.<br><br>But he just let them talk as he maintained a perfect poker face.&nbsp; Olaana.&nbsp; Erin.&nbsp; Kepler.&nbsp; One by one, word by word, he felt himself growing more and more irritated.&nbsp; His hands lowered beneath the table and his left formed into a fist with his fingernails digging into his palm, and his right clutched Olaanas thigh.&nbsp; But fingernails still dug into flesh, though her jeans protected her from any real damage done.&nbsp; Had it been bare then there would be blood to pay, but all she felt was pain and he hoped she knew better than to let anyone else realize it.&nbsp; Let alone make a fucking comment.&nbsp; He could punish her, but he could not punish Erin.<br><br>He let every one of them have their go at one another.&nbsp; And oddly the only person who would have been justified in acting up and causing a scene did the exact opposite.&nbsp; Instead Chloe showed Lawrence exactly why Elizabeth catered to her so much.&nbsp; She was ever the lady, and did nothing more than act as such.&nbsp; Had Lawrence been in her shoes, then someone would have ended up in the hospital.&nbsp; But the moment that Chloe finished her words, Lawrence interjected into the “conversation.” “That’s enough.&nbsp; All of you.&nbsp; You will quiet yourselves for long enough to let me speak, or you will all realize that none of us are more important than the family.” With his last words his fingernails pressed deeper into Olaanas thigh, to emphasize that she was not immune to that simple fact.<br><br>Lawrence still seemed to remain utterly calm.&nbsp; His hand lifted from Olaanas thigh(As the other was now dripping blood) so that he could pick up his glass and take a drink.&nbsp; He now wished that that drink had been scotch, because he’d do about anything at this point to calm his nerves.&nbsp; It took him a few moments to speak, but when he did he went about his task with in a calculated way.<br><br>His first words were to the woman that he never anticipated needing to chastise.&nbsp; She should have already known better. “Olaana, I swear to god if you ever go out of your way to stir up an argument in this family again you will live to regret it.&nbsp; If this was the five of us in a room alone, then I would simply be irritated.&nbsp; But you of all people have no right to comment on someones personal affairs when you are fucking the man that Elizabeth loves.” Lawrence was to the point where he no longer cared about keeping the facts hidden.&nbsp; Everyone knew both of those facts, and since all involved at this table had stepped over the lines he planned to do the same.&nbsp; He hadn’t bothered to look at Olaana as he believed his words would pack more power that way, but he did look directly into Erins eyes as he addressed her.<br><br>“And you.&nbsp; I have no fucking clue what weight you believe you pull in this circus but you have just stepped so far outside of your boundaries that Elizabeth will hear about it, and will deal with it.&nbsp; Lets ignore the fact that you decided to be a pure and utter bitch to the one person within this Family that Elizabeth considers as a close friend, you did it in a public fucking setting.&nbsp; You were gifted with the spirit because you were good at your act.&nbsp; I assure you that the spirit will punish you in it’s own way for causing hostility within it’s family.&nbsp; But the spirit is not whom you should worry about, because it’s all about giving second chances.&nbsp; Elizabeth is not.&nbsp; If you were a man then I’d have no choice but to show you where Elizabeth learned all of her tricks from, but since you are not I cannot touch you.&nbsp; Yet.&nbsp; I’ve no issues with you being a bitch.&nbsp; In fact I admire your audacity.&nbsp; But this Family has survived as long as it has because it’s been thick with unity, and the moment that unity is broken on such a public scale the family will turn against you.&nbsp; All of us who have been here long enough have seen death, and all of us who have seen it have looked the other way and realized it was for the greater good.”&nbsp; By now his poker face had turned into something else.&nbsp; Lawrence very rarely showed this side of his personality, but the one thing the two things he hated most were disloyalty and unneeded drama.&nbsp; Erin had succeeded in accomplishing both. “I highly advice you to just hear what I said and not act out against me.&nbsp; Hate me if you wish, but do not make enemies with the one man who can sway Elizabeths mind in any which way he chooses.”<br><br>Erin had gotten the worse of it because she had been the antagonist.&nbsp; But it didn’t mean that the person she’d antagonized about as bad as any would get a green card because he’d been drawn in.&nbsp; Lawrence respected Kepler because of his traits, but respect didn’t give a person the right to act outside of their boundaries.&nbsp; “And as far as you go, Kepler.&nbsp; I respect your loyalty to Chloe, but your feelings do not in any way give you the right to overstep your boundaries.&nbsp; You are here to protect the family from outsiders, and to protect the family from <strong>violence</strong> within itself.&nbsp; And even within the family, you are the person who steps in after the fact.” Though the words were chastising, he spoke them with respect.&nbsp; His next words came with the same tone the other two had received. “But no one in the Family has the ability to kick someone out of absolutely any room other than Elizabeth herself.&nbsp; You’ve done nothing more than cause more contempt between all of those involved in this idiotic argument.&nbsp; Do not allow your affections to cloud your mind again, because you’re incredibly loyal and valuable to this family.&nbsp; I would hate to see your emotions get the better of you and have you removed.” <br><br>Lawrence pushed the pads of his fingers against the wounds he’d caused in his own hand to do everything he could to stop the bleeding.&nbsp; This entire breakfast had became a fiasco that would surely have long term implications, and he wanted nothing more than to just get up and leave.&nbsp; But he knew that doing so would simply seem as though her were running from his words. “Kepler, I actually advice you to leave.&nbsp; But not alone, take Chloe with you as I am quite sure that she will need someone to calm her down.” His eyes moved to Erin. “The quicker you leave the better for you.&nbsp; I will not step foot from this room until you do, because one more outburst will have me waking up Elizabeth.&nbsp; She can be a bitch at all times, but hung over she will make you miss her bitchy side.” Once again he didn’t look towards Olaana.&nbsp; She was going to be the one to pay for this. “And Olaana, you will not leave until I do.&nbsp; Do me a favor and keep Erin in check while she remains.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 20:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olaana Noemi<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> <del>Elizabeth's</del> Lawrence's Talent<br><strong>Position:</strong> Beast Master <br><strong>Location:</strong> Food Car<br><strong>Time:</strong> First Morning after train depart<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All in dining cart<br><em>I do what I want when I want to do it.</em><hr><br>To be honest, Olaana was in a state of listening but not listening with only a comment here and there to fill in the gaps of what would have been silence and feed the Erin's fire. It was nothing personal against Chloe even though Erin’s words about her being a bitch were true. She was merely a pawn in the bigger scheme of the game, of the conquest. She knew that the woman was indeed favored, whether willing or unwilling, by the woman who she hated and envied above all others. <br><br>So she danced with danger despite the foolishness of it. It was all pure enjoyment to her without the desire to actually ascend to the next level of doing bodily harm to Chloe. Then, it appeared as though Erin was not content with the scale of their game. It needed to reach higher levels. Olaana allowed a flicker of surprise to appear on her face as it mixed with cautious amusement when Erin hopped up then yelled across the room. Of course, Kep responded with the semblance of hero intent on ridding the room of someone as foul tempered as Erin. That tactic, she knew, was not likely to work when dancing with a person who personified danger. “Everyone is so riled up this morning,” Olaana commented calmly to herself without really looking in anyone’s direction. It appeared as if the game was over. <br><br>Or so she thought...<br><br>She was more than ready to exit the dining cart to get back to her duties when she felt a hand on her thigh. There was no type of jumping or even feeling startled since she knew it was him. She glanced up through her lashes at him, thinking he meant to flirt around as earlier, until there was a sudden pain. Trained neutrality appeared on her face to not let the betrayal shine through her eyes. It was something she was often forced to do with her animals. To allow the scent of fear on her skin was to bring danger to herself. Still, she had never been forced to do this with Lawrence. He did appear like an animal right now. She made no attempt to move away his hand. To bear the pain was to solidify her assumptions of him. He had never harmed her in such a way before the circus. It was only a reminder of her being unable to hold him to her. It was a reminder of not being worthy or better than the great Elizabeth. She had already lost. Even though not a hint of sorrow appeared on her face, Olaana felt as if she had been shattered like glass. Completely broken until all she wanted to do was get away from the room. If it had been anyone else's hand, she would have turned into something similar to a beast. All nails and teeth, but now, she was merely a scratching post. <br><br>His hand pressed deeper in her thigh, and all she did was look away as if she could not stand the sight of him. The constant throbbing taunted her as she swallowed hard to stop herself from making some type of noise filled with discomfort.&nbsp; Physical pain did not seem to be enough for him. She kept her gaze on the door as he spoke to her. Each word was like a brick intended to humiliate and ridicule her. <em>When you are fucking the man that Elizabeth loves.</em> She trembled with suppressed anger as her mind completed the phrase for him. <em>The woman I love.</em> There was no need to restate what she already knew. What she was forced to deal with on a daily basis since arriving to the circus. For the first time, Olaana did not want to be around Lawrence. She did not want to see or even hear his voice. “I don’t have to fuck you,” she whispered darkly to him before her dark brown eyes met his. “If it is such a crime to screw another woman’s one true love then I will find another person to sate the itch. That's all it is after all. Fucking.” Her words were completely serious as she dared him to say otherwise. The rest of his words were ignored though she was forced to take notice of every time he said <em>her</em> name. <br><br>Elizabeth this. Elizabeth that. Elizabeth. Elizabeth. Elizabeth. <br><br>She wanted to scream. “You just said only Elizabeth could tell someone to leave a room,” she whispered softly, “But now you’re doing it as well. Funny.” Olaana began to laugh as if it were all huge joke that she was forced to be a part of. He appeared one step away from taking his place by Elizabeth’s side again, and there was nothing she could do about it. “I'm not yours to command, Lawrence,” she whispered to him. “Not anymore.” To prove her point, she glanced at Erin and got up on the chair as well. She was still for a whisper of a breath before leaning across the distance to press her lips against the other woman's. Erin, despite her fiery attitude, was quite soft and tasted divine. He heart wasn't in it though. She was hurt, and right now, Erin was her method of calming down rather than lashing out completely. After about three seconds of the most delicious of kisses, Olaana pulled back before licking her lower lip. Her eyes shifted over to the twins, who appeared completely sane in a room of those who needed to be institutionalized. She took a step back from her roommate then maneuvered her way back down to the floor. "I have work to do." With that, she began to walk out with intentions of going back towards the animal pens. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 21:18:52</strong>
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				<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 Master<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana, Lawrence and Keplar,&nbsp; Chloe<br><br>Kep's response what by far the best thing Erin could have hoped for. Blue eyes blazing with the bright light of triumph looked down at him as she gave him a smile that was slightly off kilter. "Oh? Ive disturbed everyone have I? Banished am I?" She asked her voice holding a sing song quality as he hands went to her hips a flash of light against steel could be seen in her palm if any one cared to watch that closely, "I'd like to see you try to make me." She said all humor vanishing from her face as she went tense and the whole mood around her changed from slightly unbalanced to a kind of focus and control that she showed on the stage.<br><br>That focus was broken by Chloe. Fucking bitch that she was chose that moment to break her train of though with her holier then thou act. "Just shut up! I don't care about you anymore." She said her gaze staying focused on Kep who'd threatened her. She was already losing that focus she could feel it slipping away and hated the lady like Chloe even more for it. She could just be a normal bitch she had to have the worst timing in the world too.<br><br>Erin found someone to refocus on in Lawrence when he threatened the only person in this blasted place Erin would consider a friend. "Fuck you Lawrence, you think Olaana and her tigers are dangerous you have no idea who your dealing with. I'd be careful who you threaten from now on. You don't own her." She said with a deadly kind of calm a small dagger that in anyone elses hands would have looked harmless danced through her fingertips with frightening speed.<br><br>When he decided to address her his eyes would see a great deal of emotions in her own gaze, but the dominate was anger and hurt, hate even though it had no real direction. Half way through his lecture she stopped listening and it was obvious by the fact that she tilted her head away and looked down at his hand where blood welled scenting the air with that coppery scent. "Careful Lawrence, I need no favors from one who would hurt those he claims to care for. I am a bitch your right. And I'll deal with Elizabeth I'm not so dumb as to not realize she will not be pleased with me but I will not hold my tongue in favor of whispered secrets and half told lies. You can act like that, be a liar in the name of the greater good but I will not. I will not manipulate those around me and pretend to be someone I'm not." She said sounding sure of herself, sure of purpose.<br><br>Erin smiled when Olaana turned on Lawrence, the conflict in the small room feeding her need for it. She needed that anger, the tension the violence, all of it fed a need in her she could satisfy in no other way. At her words Erin laughed lightly feeling a swell of pride in the one person she care for at all She smiled as the girl stood up though she never could have anticipate what came next. The kiss caught her off guard. She didn't resist nor pull away right away. Feels rushed though her calming the storm that always seemed to rage inside of her.<br><br>Within a moment it was over and Olaana pulled away said something and was gone as Erin blinked trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. She felt hallow as if someone had scooped everything out of her, guts an all and left her with nothing. An arm wrapped around her stomach and she fought for some kind of control shaking her head. Not knowing where to go having no place to run or practice or do anything physical the way she did while in camp to calm down she jumped from the table knocking over her oatmeal in the process and ran for the door looking utterly confused as she burst out the door not entirely sure where she was going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 21:48:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> On top of the Bathing Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Lexie's face remained facing away from Elizabeth taking time to think as Elizabeth went through her own little moment. She cared about Kink far too much really. She didn't like the idea it didn't set well. He wasn't the type to be loyal or considerate or caring or any of the other things a prince should be with the girl he picked to be his princess. <em>Why couldn't I fall for a guy like Kep? He's probably an amazing Boy friend.</em> She thought idly remember a moment later why that would be a bad idea Chloe liked him weather she'd ever act on it or not and he had a thing for the flying woman too. <br><br>When Elizabeth started talking Lexie kept staring at those fields wondering what it's be like to dance through the high grass her hand clasped in Kinks laughing like nothing else mattered in the world. Th fantasy crumpled in on itself. He'd never do that, not the jaded Kink. She took a deep breath and let it out with it banishing the melancholy dream and everything else that went along with it. "It doesn't really matter does it. Kink will never be who I want him to be. He'll never look into that field." She said lifting her arm to gesture to the field, "And see wonder or opportunity. He's dark and as much as I want to pull him into the light...He likes his darkness and his vices far too much to leave and I can't join him there." She said a single tear leaking from her soft blue eyes to trail down her cheek.<br><br>She sniffed and shook her head. "He's not meant for me despite the way I feel it's pointless to think about." She said wiping away the tear and leaning into Elizabeth laying her head on the woman's shoulder taking comfort in the woman strength. "Does it get easier?" She asked softly enough that Elizabeth could ignore her if she chose though Lexie hoped she wouldn't. She needed to know that someday it would feel like being burned by a candle every time Kink took another girl off alone instead of picking her.<br><br>The image of the twin and him from the night before danced in her mind before she banished that too promising herself she'd forget about him and this silly infatuation. She just needed today, one day where she could be sad about it, where she could morn for the thing she wanted but could never allow herself to have, for the person that inspire such strong feelings in her she knew she could never let touch her or risk loosing too much of herself, all of herself to them. She knew it's be like this, all consuming when she fell in love. She just didn't think the person her fickle heart chose would be one she could never have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 03:42:12</strong>
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				<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> Train, dining car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence, the Twins, Chloe<br><br><em>You have me mistaken for somebody that works for you, asshole.</em><br><br>The thought was foremost in his mind as he felt his irritation grow at Lawrence's lecture, and worse, de facto order that Kepler leave the dining car like a child who was misbehaving at the table. There was only of those here and she was standing on the fucking chair. Then again, there were any&nbsp; number of things he could have said and probably would have, no doubt starting a fight that would have been a challenge to contain but he found the resolve to keep his cool in a strange place. The women.<br><br>Chloe was cool, as classy as ever despite what she must be feeling at Erin's outburst. He could only admire her ability to keep her composure -- he was no slouch in that department either but he still had limits as this morning illustrated very well. Then there was Olaana's reaction to Lawrence which Kepler never would have predicted though why she suddenly seemed so angry with Lawrence was a mystery to him. Erin was Erin, and also mistaken if she didn't think Kepler had the means or will to physically remove her but of course, any confrontation that might have occurred was derailed by Olaana's kiss and then Erin's vindictiveness suddenly crumpling as she fled the room. <br><br>"Huh," Kepler grunted in the silence that followed her departure, puzzled and scratching the back of his head. While seconds before he'd been mad enough to go toe-to-toe with Lawrence, for now all the other man got was a shrug and a look that was almost sympathetic as well as held a hint of <em>what-the-hell-was-that</em>. He tucked his book back under his arm and picked up his dishes to carry them over to the bussing bin, pausing to nod at Lottie and Kate who were oddly wearing masks. "Good morning, ladies. Those are nice masks, but I prefer your faces. I'm sorry if all that noise disturbed your meal."<br><br>He approached Chloe next, giving her a nod as well. "I'd wish you good morning too but it seems a bit late for that." A small smile. "There are a couple things I'd like to go over with you when you have some time. Just let me know. And at least try to enjoy the rest of your breakfast."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 05:52:55</strong>
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				<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> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(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>This was an all together rare, if not unique moment with Elizabeth.&nbsp; She wasn’t the…Sit down and talk about your feelings type of girl.&nbsp; Yeah, she may sit there and talk at you about them…But she really didn’t care what most people had to say in return, and had never really had interest in other peoples little romantic woes.&nbsp; It was always a very basic reaction, though it was never really said. <em>Show me a more fucked up situation then what I had to go through and I may care.&nbsp; Until then, you’re crying over childish matters.</em>&nbsp; It was incredibly selfish of her, but it was also very Elizabeth of her.&nbsp; The cold guise did wonders when attempting to control the Family.&nbsp; If you showed weakness, then surely someone would pounce on it.<br><br>Or perhaps she was just paranoid.<br><br>But Lexie was different.&nbsp; She actually sat there and <em>listened</em> to what the girl had to say.&nbsp; She didn’t simply hear it, she thought about it and let it resonate.&nbsp; Perhaps she hadn’t exactly been through the tragic events that Elizabeth had, but the pain was none the less just as real.&nbsp; Before Lawrence had returned she probably would have cared, but fresh wounds tended to change people.&nbsp; Despite the fact she wished to comfort her as she poured her heart out about the differences in herself and Kink, she…she really didn’t know how to.&nbsp; Elizabeth would never be the type to lie to someone to cheer them up.&nbsp; Everything that Lexie said was true, so Elizabeth decided it’d be best just to let her get it out.&nbsp; Sometimes just saying the words was comfort in and of itself.<br><br>And sometimes it just sucked.<br><br>Elizabeth had finally meant to verbalize something when she was taken a bit by surprise.&nbsp; She had been looking ahead at the fields as she calculated her own emotions, so when a soft head of red hair ended up on her shoulder she was left muted for a moment.&nbsp; She was also left a bit stiff.&nbsp; You could throw her around a bedroom and she’d feel perfectly at home, but something this simple was foreign.&nbsp; But that didn’t keep her from wrapping an arm around Lexies back while her hand began to run through the girls hair.&nbsp; She didn’t respond right away. <br><br>She wanted to lie.&nbsp; She wanted more than ever to lie and tell the girl that things did get easier.&nbsp; Instead Elizabeth shook her head.&nbsp; Lexie wouldn’t see it, but she’d feel the movement.&nbsp; Elizabeths hand lifted to slip Lexies hair from her forhead, and she gently kissed the girls temple before looking back out to the field. “I really want to tell you that it does.&nbsp; &nbsp;I mean, I imagine that in time it will become easier.&nbsp; But as long as you still have those feelings, then the pain won’t go away.&nbsp; I guess that you learn to adapt to it and just become used to it.&nbsp; But it’s always there.&nbsp; And it has a nasty habit of sneaking up on you when you finally think that you have it under control.” Elizabeths hand lowered from Lexies hair and wrapped around her waist.&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn’t entirely sure what the feelings were that were stirring inside of her.&nbsp; All that she knew was that she was suddenly feeling incredibly protective over Lexie.&nbsp; It wasn’t a feeling of lust or romanticism, instead something a bit more private.&nbsp; If she had to put a finger on it she guessed it was some strange form of motherly bond with the girl.&nbsp; Sure they were about the same age…But the things they had experienced in their lives seemed to set them apart decades.&nbsp; She wanted to make sure that that gap wasn’t changed.&nbsp; She liked her clown the way she was. “Our next stop, all of the girls should go out to a club.&nbsp; I know it’s really not our thing…But I think there are quite a few of us who could do well with a few drinks and a stranger to dance with.&nbsp; Of course I’m sure that I’ll second guess that by the end of the night.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 02:28:59</strong>
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				<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> Dining car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep, twins, Lawrence<br><hr><br>For a moment, it appeared though the situation was about to become completely unreasonable even though multiple people were trying to suppress the inevitable. Chloe could feel the tension even though her back was now turned away from most of the activities as she carefully picked back up her cup of tea to take another sip. The liquid, in all the chaos, had become lukewarm. She pursed her lips and swallowed it down despite the lack of comfort it provided mere minutes ago. Just then, the clear an calm yet agitated voice of Lawrence caused her to carefully lower the delicate cup back down as she turned to give him her proper attention. <br><br>She was not exactly sure how to react to the demand in his voice since she was unaccustomed to being addressed in the manner that a mother might address a three year old. No anger emerged in her mind due to just using the same method with Erin even though it did not appear to work as intended. Her face with heat as she resisted the urge to cover her ears when Lawrence began to speak about his personal affairs with Olaana. Even though the woman was abrasive, Chloe had no desire to hear about her sleeping arrangements. Still, it did not explain the reason why Elizabeth appeared so out of late. How would she feel if someone she once cared for returned with another woman? Unfortunately, the feeling could not be understood since no such person ever existed in her life. Yet, she felt sympathy for the woman who often represented a different facet of life. Elizabeth, in Chloe’s mind, was in the same category with Lexie. <br><br>Both women were free from the protection and restrictions of old tradition. She began to tune out the noise of people speaking as her eyes lowered to stare at her shoes then over at the twins. They must think the entire circus was completely mad with insanity. To them, she offered a faint smile with the hopes of reassuring them. It was a ridiculous gesture since more than ever, Chloe needed to be comforted. She was not one to adjust well to change, and right now, it felt a though the world was crumbling under her feet. In attempt to regain some normalcy, she retrieved her cup of tea for another sip. Her ocean eyes looked upward just in time to see the strangest of occurrences. Olaana’s lips were locked to Erin’s. The cup tilted over without her notice as the liquid poured into her lap while her mouth stood agape. The shaking of her hand started again as she swallowed hard while both women made their exit from the room. She then turned back again and placed the cup back on the saucer. It was only then she realized the mess of tea on her dress as she grabbed the handkerchief. The gesture was completely useless. No amount of dabbing would salvage the dress. <br><br>Kep’s voice brought her out of what would have surely been an episode of tears. Her eyes glistened as she glanced up at him with a meek smile. “It has indeed been an interesting morning.” Chloe’s voice wavered as she tried to control herself. She then rose up out of her chair to stand next to Kep with her arms crossed over her dress. More than ever, she felt ridiculous with a soiled dress and shaky emotions. His request to have a word with her gave Chloe something to grasp other than her horrid situation. “Please,” she responded quickly in a soft voice. “Perhaps we can discuss it now while I head back to my rooms.” With a backwards glance, she bid Lawrence, the twins, and the cook goodbye with a wave of her hand as she waited for Kep to escort her back to her room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 04:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> On top of the Bathing Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Elizabeth didn't lie it was both a relief and added to the burden that pulled her heart down and down further till she felt it was buried somewhere very cold. A tear slipped from her eyes unnoticed followed closely by another. There was no kindness in the truth the way there would have been in a lie but there was a comfort in her words that though painful helped Lexie. "I wish my heart and my head would agree." She said laughing bitterly. "Even now my heart aches for the things I've never had." She said lifting her head and forcing her lips into a smile that looked sadder then the deepest frown.<br><br>"I never want to fall in love." She said turning her face into the wind letting the whipping of the air dry the tears against her face and tangle her hair behind her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and with each deep breath summoned a memory an instance where Kink stole a piece of her heart and affections without even meaning to, without a care for what he was doing to her and with each exhale banished the memory to the back of her mind where she wouldn't think of it again.<br><br>"If you still want me to lead the clowns I will. I didn't want to upset Kink before. I didn't want it to seem like I was plotting against him or some such thing but I think I'd enjoy it. The clowns are already everything to me, this life is everything to me and I think I could use the distraction of leading them. Though I'll only do it on the condition that Kink's role doesn't change. Selfishly I don't want him to hate me." She said giving a half hearted smile as she shifted a hand through her hair untangling a few of the snarled only to have them reform in a moment in the high wind.<br><br>The suggestion of going to a club when they got into the next town actually sparked a real smile to form on her lips. She shifted so quickly sometimes very much like a young child, the prospect of the outing distracted her completely for the moment and she lit up from the inside brightly. "That would be so much fun!" she said imagining dancing in the flashing lights and the loud music. She loved her life here and the olden days feel of the circus but she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss some of the modern world, music most acutely. <br><br>"No changing your mind this is just the pick me up I need." She said sobering a bit but not completely. The light was still back in her eyes as if it had never wavered. "Some hot guy I never have to see again sound just too perfect to be resisted." She said with a girlish giggle brushing back her hair again smiling into the distance. Her eyes still looked troubled in some deep way but she was smiling and laughing again and sounding much like her old self, besides that trace of sadness that lingered only if you knew where to look, that had to count for something right.<br><br>"Thank you Elizabeth." She said her voice turning serious again for a moment. "For not lying to me and giving me this life. I owe you so much and still every time I need you your there for me. Your a blessing I don't care what Lawrence calls you" She said impulsively leaning forward and hugging her fiercely for a few moments before letting go. Others might have been embarrassed by the display but not Lexie she just relaxed tilting her head back and let the bright sun warm her hoping it would touch the parts of her that felt frozen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 06:43:53</strong>
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				<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> Food Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting bluejeans and a white wife beater.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olaana, Kepler, Erin (Speaking to random NPC)<br><br>It took everything that was decent within Lawrence to figure out what his next move simply had to be.&nbsp; Every other part of him was screaming for him to not accept the words that either female had cast his way.&nbsp; Neither of them had any right to&nbsp; outright disrespect him in such a way, let alone question his place within this circus.&nbsp; Kepler was the only one who didn’t draw his wrath, yet he knew that a conversation would be forced upon the man the next day.&nbsp; Kepler had kept his cool, while the girls hadn’t.&nbsp; Of course he hadn’t expected them to, and thus he had no choice but to back down for this moment.&nbsp; It did of course help that they both left, and they left with a Kiss from Olaana.<br><br>That action was a bit confusing to him.&nbsp; He’d never known Olaana to have a thing for women.&nbsp; Of course he’d always only known Olaana for having an obsession for him.&nbsp; He wondered briefly if it was an attempt at making him jealous.&nbsp; If it was anything other than that, than it seemed to be nothing more than an irrational action that really had no place.&nbsp; In his mind, that would have been worse then the words that had been said.&nbsp; Words were easily forgotten, actions however were not.<br><br>Thus, Lawrence did nothing more than remain in his seat and allow the table to empty itself.&nbsp; By this time his appetite had been perfectly spoiled, and he knew that the remainder of his food would go to waste.&nbsp; On most occasions he’d bring the left overs to the animals, as everyone in the circus knew that waste was something that was absolutely unacceptable.&nbsp; But the worst possible thing he could do right now is confront Olaana in a private setting.&nbsp; Erin was not his problem, she was Elizabeths.&nbsp; And he knew damned straight that Elizabeth would deal with her problem, as she was nothing if not vigilant in assuring that people knew there place.<br><br>But Olaana was his problem.&nbsp; And if he didn’t deal with her, then Elizabeth would.&nbsp; He knew outright that Elizabeths jealousy would lead to a punishment that was far too severe.&nbsp; Hell, he wouldn’t be in the least bit surprised if Elizabeth just decided to kill the girl.&nbsp; The only thing stopping her would be the fact she’d know that Lawrence was protective over those he cared for.&nbsp; Even Elizabeth, who he couldn’t stand, was still under Lawrences protection.&nbsp; Just because he no longer loved her didn’t mean she didn’t have a place within his heart.<br><br>He sat perfectly still for just long enough for one of the stage hands (A newbie he’d guess) came over to ask if he was finishing his plate.&nbsp; Wrong place, wrong time, and an apology that Lawrence would hate having to make later.&nbsp; His eyes shot to the man, and there was nothing but venom within them. “If Elizabeth was sitting here with a plate of ribs and lamb clearly full, would you have the audacity to approach her and ask for the left overs?&nbsp; You and everyone else on this fucking train need to realize that just because I was gone doesn’t mean my place isn’t exactly what it was when I was forced to leave.&nbsp; You cannot have a fucking piece of my food.&nbsp; I’d rather it be thrown out the window for the flies.” His outburst was kept quiet enough for only the man to hear.&nbsp; <br><br>The man stuttered over his words, clearly in a state of panic as Lawrence stood up and slid the contents of his plate into the trash.&nbsp; He would hear about this from Elizabeth, and he would take his rant as he should.&nbsp; He did wrong, and he would accept his punishment.<br><br>Better luck for Olaana and Erin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 07:28:13</strong>
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				<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> Storage Car<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51675386)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alone<br><br>Erin was pacing. She'd found sanctuary in a storage car that no one had any business being in. her anger came out in a series of toe numbing kicks that sent boxes out of the way and cleared a large space for her to pace and rant at random as she threw knives at random things the slender throwing knives gleamed dully in the low light. There were a few in the walls, two embedded in the floor, one in the ceiling and several more poking out of random crates. <br><br>"Stupid bitch taking all the fun out of everything. Stupid men thinking because they have a dick they can boss me around. Stupid Olaana for touching me." She said whipping her arm back and throwing the knife so it landed with a loud thump in the wood of the crate in front of her and just to the left. She kept pacing needed to move. She felt utterly trapped in the small space. She wanted to crawl the walls but there was no way to climb them. Instead she picked one of the crates and kicked it over and over again till her foot was aching and the wood of the crate showed no sign of giving in to her demands.<br><br>She was calming down though. Her foot hurt, her back ached, her throwing arm was trembling from the tension she'd been holding all morning and in a moment she was curled up and fat tears were rolling down the blonds angelic face. She cried silently as if she'd done this same thing a million times. She didn't cover her face simple bent her head and balanced it on her knees that were pulled up tight against her chest arms wrapped around her knees.<br><br>I'm so fucked up. she though silently as those salty tears leaked from her eyes and down her neck soaking into the neckline of her shirt. I don't care about being honest or any of the things I say I care about. Why is it I only feel alive when people are upset or mad? Why can't I be happy? Her mind swirled with these dark though and fingertips caressed the razor edge of one of her knives not noticing as she cut her fingertips the scent of blood permeating the air around her.<br><br>She'd stay there for a long time curled up as she was for a long time even falling asleep for a time as the morning turned slowly into afternoon. It was only in sleep that Erin was unguarded. The softest smile touched her lips and the tension around her eyes and mouth was lacking as well as from her shoulders, neck and rest of her body. She looked relaxed and even peaceful. Her hair came unbound and she laid on her side curled up like a child. She spoke softly in her sleep little snid bits of words "Don't go...please...you always leave me...then don't come back..." she mumbled softly her breath teasing the hair in front of her lips as she slept looking peaceful even if her words were not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 06:27:57</strong>
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				<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> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(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 had always been there for Lexie.&nbsp; She’d always done whatever she could to help her, even if sometimes it was telling her things that she didn’t wish to hear.&nbsp; It was one of the rare occasions she showed that side of her…Yet even that act was not without it’s own selfishness.&nbsp; She meant everything she said to Lexie, and she genuinely intended upon doing what she could to make the girl happy.&nbsp; But it was also a way to distract her.&nbsp; When she focused upon Lexie, and even sometimes Chloe, she was able to escape her own reality by placing herself in the others.&nbsp; She wondered how either of them would react to knowing that from time to time, Elizabeth let herself live vicariously through them.&nbsp; It just made things easier.<br><br>Not that she’d ever tell them.<br><br>But when Lexie said she never wanted to fall in love, it kind of broke Elizabeths heart.&nbsp; Elizabeth had only truly fallen in love one time, and it’d lead to the most painful event(Or events) that had ever occurred to her.&nbsp; Yet still she would never wish to have it undone.&nbsp; No amount of pain could erase the memory of the good that had came.&nbsp; When Lawrence had been gone, she often dealt with the pain by trying to remember the vivid emotions she had when she was with him.&nbsp; Now, that was more of a curse then anything.&nbsp; Now it killed her to even think about him, and even still she didn’t regret it.&nbsp; But she let that pass, she’d already said way to much about her personal life.<br><br>But what came next from Lexie left any of Elizabeths previous thoughts in the dust.&nbsp; Unlike Lexie, it was almost impossible to cause Elizabeths moods to change so drastically.&nbsp; Yet she’d managed to with the declaration that she wished to lead the clowns.&nbsp; The technical responsibility had always rested with Elizabeth, but it was more or less known that she had unofficially handed the reigns over to Kink.&nbsp; He wasn’t always the greatest leader, but he was more than capable of ensuring that they did a good job.&nbsp; It allowed Elizabeth to only need to worry about that responsibility when he fucked up.&nbsp; And now Lexie was looking to dethrone him.<br><br>Suddenly it seemed like a bad idea.&nbsp; But Elizabeth had been the one to bring it up, so she couldn’t go and say no now.&nbsp; Perhaps that confrontation would be the spark that was needed between Lexie and Kink.&nbsp; Whether that was the spark that lead to something more, or the spark that caused an explosion could be figured out later.&nbsp; Elizabeth looked to Lexie with a complex expression, the confusion of emotions clearly evident. “In taking lead, you’d actually be taking my position.&nbsp; But you would be taking a lot of his power away from him.&nbsp; You would have to fully be able to guide the show, and discipline him when need be.&nbsp; If you step into the role and you allow him to sway your opinion then you’ll be stripped of it and will never be allowed to take it again.&nbsp; Before you make your final decision, you need to be sure that you would be able to stand up against him and his wrath.&nbsp; He will <em>never</em> lay hands upon you or I will kill him, that much I promise.” The way that she spoke of killing Kink came with such ease that Lexie may very well take it as a joke.&nbsp; It was far from it.<br><br>As the discussion turned back to the clubs Elizabeth groaned and looked back to the fields.&nbsp; She was already regretting that decision, but it probably would be good for the girls.&nbsp; She knew that no matter how hard she tried to get Chloe to join there was absolutely no shot of it…But she’d still try.&nbsp; The rest of them could use a night out.&nbsp; The boys would be allowed the same luxury…She wondered how much of their earnings would be shoved into the panties of the girls at the closest strip club. “I cannot lie to you Lexie…” She paused for a moment.&nbsp; Solely for the dramatic pause. “I’d take two, and I could honestly care less of the gender, random people to drag me into realms only a dancefloor and a lack of regard for how slutty you danced without a second thought.&nbsp; Next to sex, I think dancing may be the best way of working out aggression in a peaceful manner.” Her hand moved to wrap around Lexies hip.<br><br>The next thing that she knew Lexie was thanking Elizabeth.&nbsp; She hadn’t the slightest idea why, and even as Lexie gave Elizabeth the reasons she was still a bit confused.&nbsp; Her eyes turned back to the girl, and as soon as she did Lexie hugged her.&nbsp; Elizabeth returned the gesture and kissed her cheek before the two were again simply sitting side by side. “Lexie, you never need to thank me for anything I do for you.&nbsp; You’re going to keep me young, and ensure I do not end up with wrinkles and gray hair at thirty.&nbsp; Lets call it even.” She spoke in a playful way as she didn’t wish for Lexie to feel like she owed her anything.&nbsp; All of her family had earned their way in, and the ones who remained earned everything that they were able to take from the circus.<br><br>“And don’t listen to a thing Lawrence says about me.&nbsp; They are all true, and I prefer to live the glamorous life of a person lying about who and what they are.” Yet again the words were spoken in an incredibly playful way.&nbsp; Elizabeth felt safe with Lexie, she believed whole heartedly that she could trust the girl.&nbsp; So she didn’t see a point in fabricating the type of person she was.&nbsp; She had her dramatic faults, but didn’t everyone?<br><br>Well, maybe everyone elses weren’t as wicked as the Ring Mistresses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 09:14:35</strong>
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				<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> Train, dining car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>Kepler would have defended anyone from Erin's attack but no one else but Chloe could make him feel like his world was turned upside down with nothing more than a quavering voice. He hadn't noticed the stain on her dress until she stood which furthered his alarm and made him wish he had something to tear to pieces just to feel better. <em>Son of a bitch</em>. Woe be to the next person who pissed him off. <br><br>"Yeah, sure, we can talk now. I never have much to do on the train anyway, you know how it is," he said, his voice softening even as hers did. He took her arm and wasted no time steering her out of the car and away from the scene of all the vitriol. It was bad enough she was on edge about going back home and to have all this unloaded on her on top of it was more than anybody should have to put up with. He just walked with her in silence until they reached her compartment and then hesitated a moment, trying to figure out how to ask this delicately. "I know it's...uh, not exactly good manners but would you mind if I came in for a few minutes? I'd rather not have to worry about eavesdroppers."<br><br>Wasn't he turning into quite the Chatty Kathy around her lately? But he was sure he'd piss her off again soon and he could go back to being all stoic and terse but for now she needed somebody who wasn't going to judge her. the irony of standing outside a woman's door asking to come in wasn't lost on him -- he'd never been the sort to do the asking before but the telling, and cunning enough to only choose women who would let him get away with it. Just another thing Chloe had turned upside down.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 16:54:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5zknaNX681r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br>Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: the Train<br>Wearing: an outfit<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Though Kep indeed was offered a polite smile and a thank you for his wonderful and much delightful compliment, as well as that Chloe too was given&nbsp; a nod of the head. They of course removed there masks to eat Lottie nibbled at it delicately as she sipped her tea. She was very much the rather retiring lady with such lovely manners.&nbsp; Her read hair was loosely tied and some of those light curls framed her rather sweet face. <br><br>For the most she chatted quietly to her sister Kate, some of the conversation was just how much of a gentleman Kep was. “He has such old style manners that grandmother would have approved of. I realise that he is more than a little taken but I do feel comforted that we might speak with him if we have any problems…he is a little like one of the hero’s in my books.” She did giggle a little though it was a shy one behind her hand. Indeed Lottie would never react on such feelings, even without her sister, however Kate made things even more complicated.&nbsp; Not that it upset her because nothing or no one would become between her and her sister, both literally or any other way.<br><br>Once the pair the two had finished their breakfast and had poured themselves another cup of tea Lottie knew exactly what her sister was about to do, it was such a subtle shift of weight, and that sensation of her need. “No Kate, it is rude and unpleasant to smoke especially when people are eating. And I don’t really like it.” Obviously other interaction went on between the two anyone that could read certain signs would know but to most it would be passed unnoticed. Of course Lottie did speak very quietly, and the majority would not have been heard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 22:00:47</strong>
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				<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> Chloe's Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>It was not her intention to worry Kepler, but she noticed the look in his eyes. So she steeled herself to push down nearly erupting emotions. As he spoke of not having much to do on the train, she nodded her head in understanding. “Well, it is nice to relax, is it not? After all, your days are often long and exhausting when there are performances.” Her voice returned to normal without an ounce of discomfort in her tone. Still, her eyes lacked their usual vibrancy. Each step taken was full of grace and precision as she listened to him speak even though it was hard not to lean into his body. There was something comforting about his arm holding hers to him. As always, Kep proved to be the anchor in matters of chaos.&nbsp; <br><br>When they reached her door, she was prepared to have their conversation before entering her room to change out of the soiled dress, but he said something that completely surprised her. A flush sprung up to dust her cheeks with a pink color. No one other than Elizabeth managed to barge into her chambers, and that was only due to the woman not accepting no as an answer. Chloe glanced about the corridors with clear apprehension and discomfort on her face. She debated the issue of the in her mind. Whatever he sought to say must have been incredibly important to warrant such privacy. <br><br>Without speaking, she turned to give him his back before retrieving a golden key, decorated with small leaves, out of her pocket. The door creaked softly then gave way to show her room. Her face was still blushed as she pondered upon the rules of this type of situation. Instead, she forced herself to relax before placing the key on a golden tray. With Kep’s presence, Chloe was keenly aware of how feminine her room appeared. She coughed slightly then sat down at a small table with two chairs at the corner of the room. Just inches away from her bed. “Apologies for the mess. I did not expect to have a guest." Of course, there was no mess since Chloe obsessed with organization and cleanliness, but she felt the need to fill the silence. "Please have a seat.” It was not until she offered that she realized that it would force Kep to sit in a possibly tight space, but she could not have him sitting on her bed.&nbsp; “What is it you wish to talk about? Is something wrong?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 04:50:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> On top of the Bathing Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Lexie chewed her lower lip idly as Elizabeth spoke of the responsibility that leading the clowns would entail. It was almost enough to make her recant her desire; almost. She smiled softly and shifted her fingers idly though her hair before she began to speak. "When I joined the Circus I wanted nothing more then for this to be my life. I admired both you and Kink with the wonder of a small child, sometimes I think I still do." She said with a light laugh looking happy and at ease an simple smile curling her lips, "I used to look at you two and tell myself one day that would be me. One day I'd learn enough from Kink and earn enough or your trust and respect to move up in the circus and be one of the leaders. i wanted it more then anything then. I think that's what made me so good in the beginning, that urge to prove myself to you and Kink both."<br><br>"But the longer I was here the more comfortable I got in my role. That ambition faded and other things came to light. I got to know you and Kink and the though of displacing him from his role became shameful. Why would I want to hurt him like that, because that would be all he'd see me replacing him." She grew quiet for a moment her gaze far away as if she'd become lost in thought. "I don't want to replace him now, nor hurt him." She said quietly after several minutes, "But if it weren't for the way I feel about him I would have taken your offer last night in a moment. Now in the light of day knowing I can never really have him and it's better to just move on and pretend I never felt this way I think I should think of myself for once and I want this. This is my family, my life, I want to serve the circus in the best way possible and I think this may be it." She concluded softly leaving it up to Elizabeth to decided if she would give Lexie the job or not.<br><br>Lexie giggled a pure sound of girlish delight, "Oh I want a man, tall and broad shoulders." She said closing her eyes imagining such a man, "Someone who will chase me." She said sounding pleased by the very thought giving herself a decisive nod a smile playing on her lips. She knew she was distracting herself from the regretful pain of having to give up on Kink even if it was for her own good but that's what she did. When things were ugly, or too much to handle she distracted herself with things that would make her smile.<br><br>When Elizabeth said she didn't need to thank her Lexie just shrugged a hint of laughter lurking in her eyes, "Ok it's a deal, you put up with my erratic outrageous behavior and I'll keep you young with no wrinkles or grey hair in sight." She said giggling brightly. she kept laughing as Elizabeth joked about Lawrence and Lexie was half tempted to ask about the man who twisted Elizabeth into knots but for now held her tongue. They were laughing and having fun, no need to ruin a good moment with something that would most likely upset Elizabeth though she vowed silently to watch her mistress closely. She didn't want to interfere but she loathed to have Elizabeth upset over a man who seemed to be utterly care less about her feelings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 15:54:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: Burlesque Dancer<br>Location: The Train<br>Tagging: Lottie<br><br>Not removing the mask until absolutely necessary, Kate, almost in unison, smiled when her sister did. There was no hidden meaning in her smile. In fact she seemed quite genuine. Well that was the hope, since she did not want to let her sister down, who was clearly trying to make friends. Kate had told her many times <em>'Not to try so hard. If someone wants to get to know you, Lottie, they will come to you. Don't be so easy.'</em><br><br>She had to agree that Kep was quite the gentleman. She raised an eyebrow when Lottie brought up her books once again. How on earth was she ever to meet the right man, or woman, if she kept thinking that the perfect partner would have to be lifted from one of her books, she thought. That aside, Lottie was right on the money with this one, so she shared her thoughts about Kep for now. <br><br>Before she spoke on any subject she felt the need to light up once she had finished the last of her many mouthfuls. She shuffled to find them and was about to indulge when the words of conscience spoke out. So before even lighting her first of the day, she put them away and added. "I was just checking they were packed." Feeling the need to move topic, she replied to Lottie's interest in Kep. "Yes, the way he presents himself is a dying art. As for his protective arm, I think we are in safe hands with him, dearest Lottie." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 07:28:48</strong>
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				<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> Train, Chloe's compartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>As soon as he stepped into Chloe's compartment he regretted it. He instantly felt big and unwieldy, the proverbial bull in a china shop, as he perched on the edge of the chair he could see that she was even more uncomfortable than he was. It had been stupid to think he'd be welcome in her only place of privacy on the train and though he realized he should have asked to speak to her somewhere else it was a little late now. The tiny room wasn't really messy but he knew his unexpected presence compelled her to make the remark so he just dismissed it with a hint of a smile.<br><br>"First I just wanted to know if you're ok. You handled yourself very well back there but it can't have been easy." He glanced down at his big calloused hands, feeling something like a fool for thinking she would confide in him about it. "Secondly...you'll probably think I'm nuts, but I have a feeling things are going to get rocky. I don't just mean Erin and her mouth. between you and me, I respect Elizabeth but I can't say where her head is at right now. You know, where emotions are concerned, even the smartest person can not see the forest for the trees. Just...be careful. Keep your eyes open. If anything ever seems out of place...even if it just <em>feels</em> wrong, would you let me know?"<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 02:09:22</strong>
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				<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> Chloe's Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>The tension was palpable all around them, and she was not sure how to make him feel any better. For once, she was completely stumped on social etiquette. It was a delightful and also frightening experience. When he smiled at her, a small one graced her lips as she looked at him with clear expectation in her eyes. More than anything, she wanted to simply dive into conversation but she did not wish to come off as rude. Luckily, Kep seemed to have the same intentions although she could not be sure if he simply wanted to escape her presence quickly or not. <br><br>His first question caused her to glance down at her hands along with her dress. Chloe was not sure how to exactly answer the question without outright calling Erin some type of atrocious name. “I have never been in that type of situation before in my life. I know that I am not the most popular on the train, but no one has ever been that way with me.” Her blue eyes rose from her hands to look into Kep’s dark ones. “I knew it was not a good idea to check on her this morning, but I did not wish to just walk away. Something horrible could have happened to her. I suppose I just made matters worse since my presence offends her.” A meek smile curved her lips upward as she tried to make light of the situation. <br><br>“I suppose I learned something today. How to remain calm. Although it did not help much when Erin and Olaana kissed each other.” Her eyes widened in horror as she realized how she might sound to him. “I do not mind it like that. It was just unexpected. In the public. The kiss. I mean.” Her teeth sank down in her lower lip as she felt her face flush with color. She became quiet then thought about his next statement. Things were off in the circus. Stuff always seemed crazy but with the way Kep spoke it seemed like there was imminent danger. “Of course,” she stammered out quickly. “I hope you will be careful as well.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 06:01:05</strong>
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				<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> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(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.&nbsp; It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the words, she understood everyone.&nbsp; It was that she didn’t quite realize if Lexie really knew what came with taking the position.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; And she also had to be reminded that she wasn’t taking Kinks spot.&nbsp; She was taking Elizabeths.<br><br>But she didn’t let that distract her from Elizabeths perk up in moods.&nbsp; Not yet at least.&nbsp; She smiled when the girl giggled in such a girly way, her eyes taking the girls expression in like she always did.&nbsp; Soaking it up like it was liquid youth.&nbsp; “A tall man with broad shoulders.&nbsp; I’ve never really had a type.&nbsp; Men, Women, whatever.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She didn’t joke about sex, ever, so it was relaxing to finally be able to.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth let her mood remain as it was until Lexie finished talking.&nbsp; But her last statement just had Elizabeth laughing again.&nbsp; Though it had yet to be tested, Elizabeth had a strong idea that the Spirit would never let her get wrinkles or greys.&nbsp; Hell, she couldn’t even get a tattoo or piercing without the Spirit rejecting it and stopping any scar tissue from forming.&nbsp; But if that was the case, she would still give Lexie all of the credit.&nbsp; It took her a good sixty seconds to finally come to a state of calm, and return to the previous subject.&nbsp; But this time she did it with a smile on her face, and an unfortunately light hearted tone came with it.&nbsp; “Lexie dear, Leading the clowns takes more than being a mentor and conducting the performances.&nbsp; That is the obvious part of it, and it is the fun part.&nbsp; With with any position of leadership, you must also make sacrifices.” Elizabeth finished her words and untucked her legs from beneath the medal bars.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Yet she didn’t seem to show a nerve.&nbsp; She spun behind Lexie, her movement a clear dance move that was fluid in grace.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She was a good foot apart from her this time, and her eyes moved to the girl.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; In most regards, it’s a stern talking to or perhaps a write up with a normal job.&nbsp; But you know by now this family is by no means normal.” Elizabeths eyes moved out to the fields.&nbsp; Lexie wanted that position, and she would be damned good at it.&nbsp; But Elizabeth questioned how much of herself she’d lose if she took it. “In this family, discipline comes in much harsher forms.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; You’ve done it yourself, and nothings came of it.&nbsp; But the clowns do have a few rules that are absolute.”<br><br>Lexie knew these rules, as every clown was told them.&nbsp; But she repeated them just to prove a point. “A clown may never sleep with anyone in the audience.&nbsp; And a clown may never exchange sexual pleasure for money.&nbsp; Despite what you may think, those simple rules are broken every now and then.&nbsp; And both have equally severe punishments.&nbsp; If you sleep with a member of the crowd, your position as clown is instantly stripped and you are taught a lesson.&nbsp; As your act was of a sexual nature, than the results must match the crime.&nbsp; We do not rape them, as that will never be allowed under my watch.&nbsp; But we…” Elizabeth treaded carefully with her words.&nbsp; Lexie had never seen this side of Elizabeth because she’d always been the perfect clown.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; And that’s the lesser offense.&nbsp; To be blunt, if a clown whores themselves out then they are killed.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; So she hated having to say it.&nbsp; But she simply had no choice.&nbsp; Either Lexie took the position, or she didn’t…She wasn’t going to allow for another Kink, who believed he ran the show.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Not Kink.&nbsp; Thus, I could not protect you.&nbsp; I could not be the punisher because that would be your place.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She’d given the poor girl a hell of a lot to take in, and she instantly felt guilty. “Think about it.&nbsp; Do not make a rash decision either way.&nbsp; Lets get to our next stop, fuck whoever we find, and have another great week of shows.&nbsp; After that, I want your answer.&nbsp; Not now, and not before.&nbsp; Deal?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 07:28:10</strong>
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				<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> Train, Chloe's compartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>He was not quite the reformed subject he thought he was, at least not in one regard. He had a lot more control over his base nature than he used to but all it took was a couple minutes sitting with Chloe in a small room with a bed for all kinds of bad ideas to begin to form. In the space of a breath the image of her falling back on the bed beneath him filled his mind so vividly that when he heard her voice it was easy to imagine she was calling his name...<br><br>...in a way she was never going to. <em>Jesus, Isaiah, get a grip.</em><br><br>"Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean. The whole kiss thing, it was kind of a weird gesture," he agreed with her, knowing any sort of PDA threw her off a little. "Look, I could be wrong about things...I mean, that it might turn nasty...but it doesn't hurt to be careful."<br><br>He stood abruptly, not even aware he was going to until he was in motion. "I'll, uh, get out of your hair now. Kind of rude for me to invite myself in like that."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 08:35:04</strong>
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				<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> Chloe's Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>Chloe smiled pleasantly at Kep when it appeared as though she was not the only one who felt uncomfortable with the sudden and unexpected kiss between the two women. Her head nodded in agreement at the idea of being careful though she was not exactly sure how to pull it off. In all seriousness, if someone ever attacked her, the best she could hope for is that someone might hear her scream or that perhaps she might be able to get away. <br><br>She opened her mouth to say more but Kepler was already in the process of standing. Of course he did not wish to linger with her. Not when she behaved so awkwardly with him moments earlier. Plus, it was not appropriate to have him in her room even if it was still daylight hours. Her mother would have an apoplexy at the knowledge while her father would call her all sorts of tramps and whores. A frown appeared on her face though she quickly pushed the negative thought to the back of her mind. “Sure,” she quickly replied. “You only wish to make sure I was alright. There is nothing rude about that.” Chloe rose up from her seat to walk over towards the door, ever conscious of needing to change out her dress. “I know you have lots of business to attend to on the train. Perhaps a meeting with Elizabeth about Lawrence would benefit you.” Not wanting to make him remain a second longer than desired, she opened the door to let him out. "Have a good day, Kep, and thank you for caring about my feelings." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 20:16:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> On top of the Bathing Car to Bathing Car<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Lexie laughed a delighted light sound that was in it's own way musical and youthful and Elizabeth joined in, in her little game. "I imagine in would be quiet a task to catch you and it well should be." Lexie said easily flashing her mentor a smile before looking back into the field letting the wind rip through her hair letting it ripple around her shoulders. She laughed with Elizabeth at the joke about grey hairs and tried to imagine Elizabeth as anything but what she was and simply could not, it was like Elizabeth was eternal and unending.<br><br>When the conversation shifted back to leading the clowns Elizabeth's words made her sad. Lexie's shoulders sagged just a bit and in her emotional state her eyes teared up a bit but she blinked the tears away. Why had Elizabeth offered the job the night before only to now speak as if she'd never wanted to give it to her in the first place? It was unsettling and once more it felt as if something she'd wanted very much had been taken from her. She felt bereft. Everyone thought of her as the silly little girl and maybe she was but that wasn't all she was. She wished someone would see that.<br><br>She watched Elizabeth get up and walk across the top of the car a rise of panic swelling in her chest. What if the wind whipped the wrong way or Elizabeth tripped? Oh she saw the beauty of it sure but she saw the danger and skill Elizabeth used in that maneuver too and it scared her until the woman sat back down next to her. She understood the metaphor of the act and hung her head looking at her hands soft and creamy white wrapped around the bar, her nails a pretty soft pink. She looked soft. Nothing about her spoke of strength. More tears gathered in her eyes and she sniffed listening as Elizabeth started to speak again.<br><br>The things Elizabeth said scared her. Lexie had never once felt fear since she'd come here. This had always been a place of joy and freedom but in that moment fear trailed a fingertip down her spine making it impossible to relax. Her skin paled a bit and her eyes looked bigger as she assimilated this new information. Elizabeth, the woman she admired above all others hurt people. Didn't just hurt people but would kill people. Shutters wracked her body as she lost something else. <br><br>Elizabeth kept talking but she sounded very far away as Lexie turned her face into the wind and tried not to cry. She was falling deeper and deeper into something she couldn't understand. How could Elizabeth hurt people like that? Why would the spirit demand it? To her innocent mind it made no sense. She simply could not understand the reasoning, all she understood was Elizabeth was not the person she'd always though she was. She was someone Lexie now felt fear for and it broke her heart to pieces. <br><br>When Elizabeth finished Lexie nodded mutely and took a shuttering breath. "I'm sorry but...I need to go." Lexie said her voice wobbly and uneven as she moved and all but fled from Elizabeth without looking at her even taking pains to hide her face behind the curtain of her wind whipped hair so Elizabeth couldn't see the tears that were coursing down her face. She felt as if her heart was breaking all over again.<br><br>She got into the bathing car and turned on the water looking into the mirror taking in her snarled hair and tear streaked face and ducked her head. She didn't barely recognize herself anymore. More tears flooded down her face and she allowed herself to cry in the solitude of the car. Whimpers and sobs, heartbroken and&nbsp; intense pours from her and she went to the ground and held her knees to her chest pushing her back against a wall and just allowed herself to lose it. It felt like the whole world had fallen out from under her and she didn't know what to do anymore. <br><br>Long minutes passed before she quieted. She looked wrung out, somehow duller then before. With hallow lost looking eyes Lexie wiped her her face dry and slowly got up and made her way to her own room. She didn't even both taking off her shoes before she crawled into bed and hugged the pillow tight against her chest and pressed her face into the soft plushness much like she did when she was upset as a child and let herself silently cry as she let her mind sink into thought far away from the for walls of her train car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 07:37:26</strong>
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				<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> Chloes Room.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/310355/310355_in_l.jpg)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 6-7pm First Day<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mentioning Lexie, Chloe.<br><br>Her little encounter with Lexie had not quite went the way that she had intended.&nbsp; Not from beginning nor until the end.&nbsp; The entire thing had been a surprise, but she’d expected nothing more than light hearted fun.&nbsp; But the subject had moved into a nasty direction.&nbsp; There were people in this circus that she felt comfortable with, and those were a select few.&nbsp; &nbsp;But every one of them knew the nasty side of the circus.&nbsp; And every one of them had been spirited…They could feel the spirit, and they understood that even acts that seemed vial had their purpose.&nbsp; Her mistake was that she had came to trust Lexie.&nbsp; And she had forgot that her words may have a severe impact upon the girl.<br><br>But one thing that Elizabeth had become adept at was shrugging things off.&nbsp; She’d only told the girl the truth she would be forced to learn if she took the position that she wished to obtain.&nbsp; It’d come with the Spirit, and it was better she knew it now as opposed to being thrown into the position and end up incapable of fulfilling her duties.&nbsp; It would be better to lose Lexies friendship than have to kill her for wishing to leave the circus.&nbsp; She could never kill Lexie.&nbsp; Even if the girl hated her now, she’d never have it in her.<br><br>So once Lexie left, Elizabeth simply stood up and began to walk across the top of the train car.&nbsp; She hopped to the next one and found it’s end before lowering herself onto the passage way between cars.&nbsp; She didn’t want to walk through the bathing cart, which would have been the safer route, because she didn’t wish to push herself upon Lexie.&nbsp; If the girl wished to speak with Elizabeth again, than she’d be the one to initiate it.&nbsp; Elizabeth made her way through the cars until she stopped just before one of the sleeping cabins.&nbsp; She heard the clowns giggling away about something they’d seen. <br><br>“Did you hear?&nbsp; Someone saw Kepler walking out of the front sleeping quarters!&nbsp; Either he was in there with Elizabeth, or he was in there finally showing Chloes prude self what being a woman really means!” Elizabeth stepped inside of the cabin and shut the door behind her.&nbsp; There were two newer clowns, and one who’d been with Elizabeth for long enough to realize that the new girls words were something that were just not supposed to be said.&nbsp; Elizabeth smiled to them, and showed no signs of anger. “Now now, my clowns.&nbsp; Gossip is an avid part of our family, and it is completely acceptable.&nbsp; But the two of you will learn there are certain people you do not spread rumors about.&nbsp; Chloe is one of them.&nbsp; She is a catalyst to this circus and we could not stand to lose her, and your gossip of her being a whore would pit me between the two of you.&nbsp; Janet(The elder clown) will let you know who’ll win that little confrontation.” Elizabeth turned around and opened up the door.&nbsp; But she stopped in the doorway, and looked back over her shoulder. “Kepler was with me.&nbsp; We were discussing the little incident that went down this morning.&nbsp; One more word of it and our next practice will be incredibly difficult upon you.&nbsp; Do enjoy your evening, Ladies.”<br><br>Elizabeth didn’t wait for a response.&nbsp; And all three of them should have known better than to respond as it was.&nbsp; She just made her way back to her car with a smile on her face.&nbsp; So her little Chloe had had Kepler in her room?&nbsp; It was a monumental event, even if Elizabeth knew that nothing had went on.&nbsp; Perhaps Chloe had offered him tea.&nbsp; Or maybe she just needed something heavy moved.&nbsp; But that didn’t mean <em>Elizabeth</em> wouldn’t gossip…How could she turn down a chance like this?&nbsp; She’d never been able to gossip about boys with Chloe because…Well, Chloe had never given her reason before.&nbsp; The interest she had in Kepler was obvious, but she knew that until she had concrete evidence Chloe would deny it until the sun went out.<br><br>Elizabeth walked to Chloes door and gave it a few knocks.&nbsp; It was around six in the evening, so she wasn’t surprised that Chloe wasn’t in her room.&nbsp; This was her busy time.&nbsp; Between eating and maintaining her equipment, it was almost impossible to catch her at these hours.&nbsp; So Elizabeth went to her room and waited it out.&nbsp; And she waited.&nbsp; Then she waited a little bit more.&nbsp; She had a couple of drinks to try and make time pass faster.&nbsp; But it didn’t work, two simple shots wasn’t enough to affect Elizabeth.&nbsp; And any more and Chloe would dismiss her as a drunken fool.&nbsp; Finally she looked up at the clock.<br><br>Six fucking thirty nine.&nbsp; That meant she could wait 21 to 51 minutes, if Chloe followed her usual routine, to knock on the door when someone was actually inside…Or she could just ease her anticipation, and go into Chloes room when she was away.&nbsp; Of course she wasn’t going to wait.&nbsp; So she stood up and grabbed her key.&nbsp; She walked out her door and walked in front of Chloes.&nbsp; One thing she’d never told the girl was that they had the same lock…It was silly not to tell her, because Chloe would <strong>never</strong> go into Elizabeths room without permission, but it left her feeling safe.&nbsp; It wasn’t however uncommon for Elizabeth to go into Chloes.&nbsp; It was almost always for something trivial, such as needing a bit of tea or make up that she’d ran out of.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth slid her boring iron key into the lock, turned it over and walked in.&nbsp; She shut the door behind her but didn’t bother to lock it.&nbsp; It was a warning she always gave to Chloe stating “I’m in here, do not have a panic attack walking in on someone in your room.”&nbsp; Instantly her eyes began to inspect every last inch of the room for anything out of place.&nbsp; Anything that may indicate that Chloe let herself go, and let Kepler be the first person in the family to finally have her.&nbsp; She knew it was utterly foolish.&nbsp; Chloe could have let him fuck her on every possible thing in the room, and before she left it she would have ensured that everything was in perfect order.<br><br>“Bloody hell you could murder someone in here and a crime scene investigator wouldn’t be able to find a single thing out of place.” She said to herself with a smile on her face.&nbsp; She questioned if anything, be it an event or a person, could ever alter Chloes personality the way she may have done Lexies this evening.&nbsp; <br><br>So once again Elizabeth was left waiting.&nbsp; With a deep sigh she walked towards Chloes bed and went to take a seat.&nbsp; As she went to sit down, she heard a creek in one of the floorboards.&nbsp; In almost every compartment within the living quarters, there was at least one of these creaky floorboards.&nbsp; And every last time it was for the same exact reason.&nbsp; The living quarters of most of the family were far from private, so you always had to have somewhere to hide things.&nbsp; It was an unspoken word amongst the family that you left them be…Of course Elizabeth wasn’t exactly fond of following rules.<br><br>She lifted her foot and lowered it again, and once again the same creek occurred.&nbsp; Her teeth lowered onto her lower lip as she questioned herself.&nbsp; Anyone else, and Elizabeth wouldn’t think twice but to search it…But this was Chloe, and she had a special place with Elizabeth.&nbsp; Her eyes moved to Chloes clock, and she saw that she had fifteen minute before there was any chance that Chloe would return. “Well really, what could she be hiding…Old high school love letters, perhaps a journal?&nbsp; A peak wouldn’t hurt.” Elizabeth told herself as a wicked smile appeared upon her face.&nbsp; She moved to her knees and carefully lifted the floorboard. “…By god Chloe, I thought I was bad.”<br><br>By this point it was difficult to shock Elizabeth.&nbsp; And as she stared down at the contents of the hiding spot, she was well beyond shocked.&nbsp; Never in her life would she have imagined a treasure of this state could be no more than fourteen feet away from her.&nbsp; Fuck, she would have taken advantage of it by now if she’d known.&nbsp; One by one she began to remove the items, eyeing each of them with curiosity as she did.&nbsp; Most of them she recognized.&nbsp; But there were at least three that confused her, and that just intrigued her more.&nbsp; Each item was tossed onto the bed until she stood up and moved to sit in that very same bed.<br><br>She was damn near positive that no one had ever been in Chloes bed beyond Chloe herself.&nbsp; But in her discovery, she was more curious if Kepler had actually beaten Elizabeth to the punch.&nbsp; She began to pick up each of the items one by one, giving them another look over before she set them all down in a half circle in front of her.&nbsp; She saved the confusing ones for last.&nbsp; She figured out the purpose of all three after close inspection.&nbsp; But she still held the last one in her hand for quite some time, marveling at how much it must have cost.<br><br>It seemed like time had gotten away from her.&nbsp; The next thing that she knew, she heard a key slide into the door.&nbsp; A quick wave of panic came over her, before she realized a very obvious truth…Yes, she had just raided Chloes hiding spot.&nbsp; But she also had a dozen different forms of sex toys laying out in front of her, the royal jewel of the bunch still in her hand.&nbsp; So she just took on a look of confusion when the door opened, and her eyes lifted to Chloe.<br><br>“Call me impressed, Chloe.&nbsp; Even my collection pales in comparison to yours.” She lifted the toy in her hand up, her eyes following it before she once again looked back to Chloe. “This one here, I’m not even entirely sure how you’d go about using it.&nbsp; Please enlighten me?&nbsp; And if you’d be so kind, allow me to borrow it for an evening?” Elizabeths expression quickly turned into something incredibly playful.&nbsp; She wanted to make it clear that she wasn’t judging Chloe, because if it came off that way she’d likely regret it.&nbsp; So what, she’d just discovered something that Chloe probably wouldn’t admit to a would be husband…Elizabeth was impressed with Chloes hidden harlot nature.&nbsp; If you’d given Elizabeth a million guesses as to what was hidden beneath that plank, this would have been her millionth and one.<br><br>“And you know I’ll never speak a word of it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 01:10:43</strong>
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				<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> Train, Chloe's compartment<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>She wasn't exactly giving him the bum's rush but he was a little disappointed that she didn't try to keep him there. It wouldn't have been a good idea, but it would have meant something to him if she'd wanted him to stay. He just gave her a nod like an idiot when she thanked him for considering her feelings and started to leave but then stopped and turned his muscular frame somewhat awkwardly in the doorway to face her again.<br><br>"I hope that dress isn't ruined. You look really pretty in it," he said, practically wincing as the words came out then impulsively leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Maybe I'll have that talk."<br><br>Then he finally did leave, muttering to himself as he strode down the aisle of the train, reaching up at one point to smack himself on the forehead. he was relieved when he was finally back in his compartment though it was awhile before he could settle down enough to read.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 17:11:03</strong>
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				<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> Chloe's Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>Chloe fully expected for Kep to flee at a moment’s notice after the way he rose up from the chair as if the cushions were made of needles. To her surprise, he stopped at the door, and she nearly bumped into him in the process. She chuckled softly then gave him an apologetic smile for her momentary clumsiness. Just when she thought Kepler could not surprise her any more, he then complimented her choice of dress for the morning’s activities. A light color of pink dusted her cheeks as she felt genuine pleasure that he enjoyed her style. It was a much needed confidence boost after the run-in with Erin. <br><br>“Thank you,” she whispered softly as her hands ran over the front of the dress. “It shouldn’t ruin—.” Her explanation of the ease of washing garments stopped when Kepler suddenly kissed her cheek. She exhaled from her mouth as his scent assailed her nostrils. It made her want to bury her face in his neck. Her cheeks were now fully blushed with a light red color, and she barely heard Kep’s next set of words. Chloe was far too focused on the memory of his lips against her face. Her lips pressed together as her eyes flashed with something akin to affection as he walked away in his usual manner. More than anything, she wanted to call him back to enjoy a cup a tea along with just regular conversation in her room, but by the time she worked up the nerve, he was already gone. She pressed her head against the coolness of the door frame then quickly retreated to the privacy of her room with thoughts of kissing lingering on her mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 17:16:49</strong>
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				<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> Chloe's Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple Yellow dress with a black belt around her waist <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><hr><br>The exercise cart was indeed a blessing for one such as herself. The long days and sometimes weeks on the train sometime limited her training with the trapeze but there were other ways to compensate and stay in top shape for the circus. After her workout, her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat which caused Chloe’s noise to wrinkle in disgust. She did not remain in such a condition for long since the shower called her name. There was no need to return to her room since she already had a dress packed within her small travel bag. Quietly, she combed her hair back into a tight bun and allowed a few stands to caress the back of her neck. Her face was flushed with the rigorousness of daily training as exhaustion creep into her bones. Still, she was pleased with herself. Her position as an act was not on to be taken lightly. <br><br>Sacrifices were to be made by not only her but other members on the train. With a quiet sigh, she headed to get some dinner. It was a fairly light meal since she did not wish to linger for another encounter with the demon known as Erin. Even still, her mind went over the day’s events. Kepler. He was quickly becoming a pleasant part of her life. It appeared as though they finally managed to not annoy each other unintentionally as in the past. Yet, Chloe could not push away the feeling that perhaps she did something wrong when he was in her room. A frown appeared on her face as the little appetite she had vanished from her mind and stomach. Curiosity brightened her blue eyes a little when some of the clowns appeared to whisper about something though they appeared to stop once she neared them. This reaction did not surprise her. She was not one to entertain idle gossip in the circus but something about the way they looked at her made her feel a bit uncomfortable. These feelings remained hidden as she gave them a simple smile then headed out and towards her room. It was growing late, and Chloe was more than ready to retire to her room for a short read with some sleepytime tea before heading off to bed. Unconsciously, she began to hum quietly to herself while thinking about the kiss. <br><br>She began to search her small pocket for the key to her room though to her annoyance there was no need to procure it. Chloe already knew who would not respect the lines of privacy to enter another’s room without permission. Shaking her head a little, she opened the door with a pleasant smile on her face that reached her eyes. It was her every intention to discuss with Elizabeth about the future shows to be performed in her home town, but the words were stolen from her lips at the sight in front of her. Chloe’s cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment as the key clattered loudly to the floor. Not only did Elizabeth disregard the need for privacy but she also managed to find something extremely personal. “Elizabeth,” she whispered softly as she tried to create some type of excuse to explain the presence of her collection. Just then, Elizabeth began to speak, and all Chloe could do was remain quiet since she had been reduced to silence. A few seconds later, she recovered her senses and quickly slammed the door shut before the lock was clicked into place. <br><br>The last thing she needed was someone else to find out about her…addiction. It was shameful. Almost as bad as Kink’s drinking or Erin’s foul temper. The reassurance of no on being told about this sin caused her to relax a little though it was clear that she was not necessarily comfortable with the selection being spread on the bed. The bed. Elizabeth was in her bed. Her personal space. She bit back what would likely be a scream then calmly crossed the distance between them. Breathing quietly out of her mouth, she took off her shoes then put them back in their proper place in the closet. Only then did she sit stiffly on the bed with a flushed face. “No, you may not borrow it. I don't believe in sharing these type of items." Words such as foul and disgusting went through her mind. "I am sure you can purchase your own when we go into town for shopping.” <br><br>Her voice remained controlled as she imagined Elizabeth dragging her into one of those stores while everyone else watched and took note. During here time at the circus, Chloe’s small addiction was carefully hidden to make sure no one ever suspected her of such a foul habit, but she could not stop herself from having the cravings. Her first and last time with a man before she joined the circus was a disappointment so she did not think twice about bedding someone else again. “My father would kill me if he ever found out about this,” she whispered more to herself than the other woman. Chloe then began to gather up the toys with intention to put them back in their box. Her eyes went over to the one that had confused Elizabeth as she paled a little then forced a smile. This was not a conversation she would have ever dreamed of happening. “It’s…it’s a…Well, I forgot the name, but it goes…you know…inside of you. Oh never mind, you can have it.” <br><br>Finally, her mind came back to ponder the reason for Elizabeth being in her room in the first place. It was a much safer topic than toys. “What was so important that you could not wait for me to return to my room before coming in? Is everything alright?” A hint of worry colored her voice after the day’s stressfulness. It appeared in her mind to possibly tell Elizabeth about the encounter with Erin, but she did not wish to start another issue within the circus. Plus, she was not overly pleased with being called Elizabeth’s lapdog. While she waited for an answer, Chloe realized her rudeness even though Elizabeth was not technically a guest. “Oh, forgive me, Elizabeth. Would you like some tea?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 21:54:58</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 06:34:18</strong>
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				<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> Chloes Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/310355/310355_in_l.jpg)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening First Day<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><strong>Note:</strong> Hasn’t been proof read or edited, mind the errors.<br><br>Elizabeth knew she was going to receive one of two reactions.&nbsp; Either Chloe was going to go about her calm and respectful nature, or she was going to absolutely explode upon Elizabeth.&nbsp; Elizabeth had believed for quite some time that beneath her calm, absolutely lady like exterior was a foul temper.&nbsp; Elizabeth just didn’t believe a human could always remain so calm without having a boiling point.&nbsp; She had thought that a human also couldn’t be so chaste without having a slutty side…And Elizabeth had been proven right, even if that side was only a slut for herself.&nbsp; Elizabeth couldn’t exactly hold that against her.<br><br>And of course she received the less interesting, but incredibly endearing side.&nbsp; Before she even said a word she followed proper protocol and placed her shoes exactly where they were meant to be.&nbsp; Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile as she looked away from Chloe and turned the toy around, trying to figure out where everything was supposed to go.&nbsp; It was quite clear what it’s end result was, but she was sure something so intricate was meant to serve one exact purpose.&nbsp; She only looked back to Chloe when the girl said that she wouldn’t share.&nbsp; She put a obviously upset look upon her face and spoke. “But this circus is all about sharing.&nbsp; Imagine how many of the poor, lonely girls your collection could sate.” Chloe would know better than to think that Elizabeth was being serious.<br><br>“And I’ll only go shopping if you take me along with you.&nbsp; After all, if you decided you wanted to buy a pyro kit than you’d certainly bring me along for guidance.” Elizabeth absolutely could not help but to prod at her friend.&nbsp; She just never had the chance to, and now she had two that were equally fun.&nbsp; Well no…The sex toys were a hell of a lot more fun than the gossip about Kepler.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth didn’t fight with Chloe about putting the toys away.&nbsp; Her little show had done what it was supposed to, there as no need to continue to embarrass Chloe.&nbsp; Elizabeth may enjoy teasing her, but she would never want to outright humiliate her.&nbsp; But the one statement she had asked that she never actually expected to be answered suddenly was…Not well mind you, but that just made it even more adorable. “Oh, so the fancy vibrator is meant to go inside of you.&nbsp; And what about this one?” The obvious phallus had a counterpart above it, a smaller rod with a ball at the end.&nbsp; “Oh I know!&nbsp; It’s meant to stimulate your clit or your ass.&nbsp; I need to quit being so cheap.&nbsp; It is a wonderful gift though, Chloe, thank you.” She said with a playful smirk before she hid the item behind her.&nbsp; Out of site out of mind, or at least she hoped.<br><br>And it seemed to play true as Chloe changed the subject.&nbsp; Hell, Elizabeth could have probably simulated using the bloody thing and Chloe would have still changed the subject.&nbsp; But Elizabeth rolled with it, there were several matters to be addressed and the toys were just something fun.&nbsp; The rest of it actually was important. “Oh you know how it is, Chloe.&nbsp; Nothing happens in this family that doesn’t get told to everyone else.” The next thing Elizabeth knew she was laughing quite vigorously.&nbsp; Of all things to do at a time like this, Chloe was offering tea.&nbsp; She actually ended up bent over with her hands on her bed, before she shook her head and looked up to Chloe. “Chloe my dear, I adore you so.&nbsp; Such stark opposites you and I, it’s a miracle we can stand one another.&nbsp; But no thank you, at this time of evening I’d prefer a glass of gin.&nbsp; And I know you do not have that.” <br><br>Elizabeth spread her legs across the bed and stretched her toes as she tried to decide which matter to discuss first.&nbsp; Two of them were playful, and one was…well, one was going to end up quite nasty.&nbsp; She decided to start and end with something playful, and hope it cushioned the damning parts. “A little gossiping bitch was telling her friends about how Kepler was seen leaving our car earlier today.&nbsp; Now I know he wasn’t visiting me, so tell me Chloe…What ever was Kepler doing in your room?” Her tone came with a clear cut curiosity, though it lacked any judgment.&nbsp; She didn’t really believe anything happened, but she’d just enjoy the idea that it may have. “And you have nothing to worry about.&nbsp; I told them he was with me discussing business, your name is clean.&nbsp; So with that, you may come clean to me.&nbsp; You know I keep my mouth shut.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 03:40:43</strong>
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				<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> Chloe's Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple Yellow dress with a black belt around her waist <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><hr><br>Chloe’s nose wrinkled at the thought of sharing such an intimate possession. She would share her tea, makeup, and maybe even a dress or two if the situation required it, but there were certain boundaries to be maintained and never crossed. “I imagine those poor girls could get some type of employment to make a purchase of their own.” Her eyes widen with shock at Elizabeth’s next statement before a nervous chuckle came out of her lips. “The difference, Elizabeth, is that you are an expert with your fire kits while I am merely a hobbyist.” She lifted her hand to stop any type of protest that might come from the other woman. “Please do not let some of these items fool you. I am fairly traditional in my views. But I am addicted to purchasing them like how a woman might buy shoes.” <br><br>Carefully, Chloe placed each toy back into its proper refines. There was a small desire to clean then but she resisted for now. Her eyes returned to Elizabeth as she questioned about another one of her toys. A rare expression of annoyance appeared on her face since it seemed like a seemed like a silly question. “It’s a rabbit.” She kept her tone completely calm and full of patience. Pink flushed her cheeks at the crude comment. “Elizabeth,” she whispered in embarrassment then gently pulled it away. Then a curious expression appeared on her face. “People really do…play around with their butts?” There was a faint desire within her to take the question back since the answer was likely to be hideous. Chloe was surprised at Elizabeth’s reaction to the impromptu gift. It almost seemed as though she was not used to retrieving trinkets or gifts. Randomly, she reached over to pat the woman’s leg. <br><br>Her back stiffened a little since she wondered if the rest of the circus already knew about Kep. Did she care? Chloe blushed again, betraying her thoughts on the kiss. The look faded away when Elizabeth laughed at her offer for tea. It did not shock her though. Smiling, she closed the box to hide away her secret away from the world. “I truly could not stand you when we first meet. Your requirements in the test were ridiculous. It is only a wonder I did not break my bones.” Elizabeth’s assumptions about the gin was correct so she merely nodded her head without another word on the subject. “Elizabeth, language,” she chided gently upon hearing the obscenity. People could behave in such ways outside of her room but certainly not in it. Her mouth dropped open at the mention of Kepler before she rose up abruptly from the bed to pace. “I can only imagine what they are saying about me now,” she lamented quietly to herself. It was truly no one’s business about her personal affairs. Plus, it was an innocent kiss not even on the lips. Dear god, she might have swooned if it was on the lips. Stopping to stand in front of the bed, Chloe sighed softly to herself. "He was merely being a gentleman to check on me after what happened at breakfast." Her blue eyes glanced over to Elizabeth. "I am sure you have already heard about it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 06:10:45</strong>
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				<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> Chloes Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> &nbsp;This Dress &nbsp;(http://cache.net-a-porter.com/images/products/310355/310355_in_l.jpg)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening First Day<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><strong>Note:</strong> Hasn’t been proof read or edited, mind the errors.<br><br>Elizabeth shook her head with an ambiguous look of annoyance with Chloes attempted explenation at her little treasure trove.&nbsp; She didn’t appear to be judging the girl, but was more or less finding her words silly.&nbsp; And Chloe had managed to make the worst excuse she ever could, because it had Elizabeth muttering to herself in a voice more than loud enough for Chloe to hear. “Traditional.&nbsp; When a women is addicted to buying shoes they don’t hide them in a box and forget about them.&nbsp; When a women buys shoes she wears them, over and over again even if their feet get sore.&nbsp; A woman doesn’t buy shoes to say she bought them, she buys them to say she got absolutely everything she could out of them.” Elizabeths eyes lowered to the box that now contained all of the toys except the one she held. “So they’re like shoes.” <br><br>Elizabeth let it go as easily as she had stated it.&nbsp; Her attention returned to the idea of her toy, and Chloes cute little question about the other side of sexuality.&nbsp; This time, in a quite literal sense.&nbsp; It had Elizabeth smirking with pleasure as she knew she could make her beloved Chloe squirm, even if now she thought that the girl may be squirming in embarrassment and possible curiosity. “Oh yes, Chloe, I’ll have you know with the correct mindset and proper action anal sex can be quite enjoyable.&nbsp; Typically when you’re the one to stimulate, as you can find exactly what works best for you and what just hurts.” She smiled down to the girl just as her leg was patted, her eyes lowered down to the random gesture then through in one last poke. “Try it sometime.&nbsp; You can’t hide that type of thing from me anymore.” Of course she knew that that was an utter lie, but she still figured she’d give it a go.<br><br>But with the change in subject, Elizabeth did something that she only ever did with Chloe.&nbsp; She let it go entirely.&nbsp; Even if Chloe responded to previous statements, she would pass them over.&nbsp; Though with this particular change in conversation it was quite easy.&nbsp; The two things brought up brought such powerful thoughts to her head that she was easily capable of forgetting about teasing her innocent little artist.&nbsp; Chloe even did something that would have been punishable on most occasions, she corrected Elizabeth.&nbsp; If anyone knew the power that Chloe had over Elizabeth they’d likely use it to their advantage…Because she obeyed Chloes words, and remembered not to cuss again.&nbsp; She watched her dearest friend as she paced nervously and continued to keep her mouth shut, this time it was Chloes chance to speak.&nbsp; When she did Elizabeth rose to her knees and crawled across the bed.&nbsp; Finally she stopped at it’s edge and lifted a hand to stroke Chloes cheek.<br><br>“Chloe, didn’t you hear me?&nbsp; Kepler was in my room, talking business.&nbsp; I ensured that the right ears heard, and no one will even know that Kepler came into your room.&nbsp; Don’t worry.” Elizabeth chose to ignore the comment on what happened at breakfast for the time being.&nbsp; Instead she returned to the previous statement.&nbsp; Elizabeth slipped stood up upon Chloes bed, her head near the roof, and looked down to Chloe. “Oh Chloe, what I made you do was absolutely insane.&nbsp; You have to realize it was only days prior that I’d claimed the spirit.&nbsp; That high hadn’t left me…I forgot that what I had to achieve to gain it’s power was more than my companions would need.&nbsp; Oh I wish you were there on that evening.&nbsp; You would have appreciated it.” Elizabeth jumped from the bed and landed on the floor.&nbsp; Her body began to move the way it had that evening…On show, and she memorized every last movement.&nbsp; She spoke as her body wove with such a grace that her clowns would feel ashamed. “So many explosions, so much fire.” She spun behind Chloe. “I should have been blown to bits, but I had to offer my life for the spirit to bind to me.” Elizabeth continued her make shift performance, though it was only meant for her.&nbsp; Finally she ended up on Chloes right side, with her arm around Chloes shoulder.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and looked to her friend. “And you were the unfortunate person who had the first taste.&nbsp; I didn’t at that point I didn’t have to risk someones life to have them prove themselves.&nbsp; Yet you were absolutely perfect.&nbsp; You could run this whole thing one day, if only you had the ambitions.” Elizabeth said with an excited voice.&nbsp; She spun around the bed before she rolled into a seated position in front of Chloe.<br><br>“And yes I heard about breakfast.&nbsp; Lawrence will deal with Olaana, and I will deal with Erin.&nbsp; Keplers is also going to need to have a chat with Lawrence.&nbsp; He isn’t in trouble, but he does need to understand he is no longer the alpha male.&nbsp; What those two did to you is not acceptable, in any way.&nbsp; If Erin didn’t have the Spirit then she wouldn’t be in this family any longer.&nbsp; But she is new, and she just needs to know what she is and is not allowed to do.” The instant that Elizabeth began to speak, she was entirely serious.&nbsp; She’d never hidden a thing that occurred within the Family from Chloe, even if Chloe had a nasty habit or pretending like she hadn’t heard. “They must realize that we are a family, but within any family there are elders.&nbsp; You are one of mine, and you are to be respected.&nbsp; They can hate you in a private manner and cuss you out in person.&nbsp; But never in public like that.&nbsp; I apologize that you had to go through it.&nbsp; I ensure you it won’t happen again.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 10:36:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5zknaNX681r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br>Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: the Train<br>Wearing: an outfit<br>Tagging: open<br><br>Once Lottie had finished her food and her sister had too, the two had another drink Lottie did enjoy a good cup of tea after all he sister drank enough coffee for both of them and to be honest she did not like the effect and usually ended up having to grink more water which only added to more complications.<br><br>However once they were indeed finished the two stood together as of course they would have to as always the rather quieter twin of the two brushed her sisters hair again from her face, “<strong>Your hair is like you it never does as it is told sister.” </strong> Kate then was given a light kiss to the cheek, as she put her own red hair behind her ear. <br><br>As with getting to this carriage, it was somewhat difficult to get back to their own private one, still the two were used to such things and managed it relatively deftly, still such things had happened all of there life and one had to cope with it. It had to be said the girls could cope with most problems together, they really did have a bond that almost no one could understand.<br><br>Once back in their own quarters Lottie seemed to relax a little more, <strong>“I know that wish we could mingle more, perhaps we should on the journey. I must say Chloe seems a nice girl. I am not sure about Lexie she frightens me a little and I don’t think that she likes us very much….I don wonder how we upset her.”</strong>&nbsp; There was a pause then as she pulled out the cards and dealt them out for a game to pass a little time. The only problem was half the time each knew the others hand anyway<strong>. “Elizabeth seems nice, though I am unsure about Lawrence…and the Animal girl makes me a little afraid too.” </strong> <br><br>The truth was Lottie was Lottie was afraid of a lot of people. Even more since the death of Grandmother she very much missed the old woman.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 13:35:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: Burlesque Dancer<br>Location: The Train<br>Tagging: Lottie<br><br>For once Kate shared a pot of tea with her sister. This was unusual as she only usually took coffee after food. Well, when she wasn't taking alcohol of course. Just before she had taken her last sip, she stood when she felt her sister wished to leave. She left the tea, bland as it was, and enjoyed the touch of her sister upon her hair. The pampering of Kate from her sister was something that she greatly appreciated but it usually followed a soft remark. This was not the acceptation here as he sister words about her going against best advice came flowing from Lottie lips. The kiss that followed help Kate to resist hurting her sister, with either words or actions, but she would at some point return the remark which would most likely put Lottie firmly back in her place. However, now was not the time, as she lend in to accept her sister's affections.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Private time was what was needed now. To many things going on around her to focus. Mingling was what she did best, but right now she needed to rest. Now back in their room, she smiled to her sister as she removed some of her items of clothing that were up until their removal restricting her breathing. Being nude around her sister was never an issue and now within the privacy of their quarters, she continued to remove her garments. Now naked, she sat on the bed and combed her hair whilst she listened to her sister about mingling along with her thoughts about what she thought of the other passengers. <strong>"Look sister"</strong> she began with after allowing her adoring sibling to finish. Her tone was no so much as dismissive as honest. <strong>"What you think about people is wonderful and all, but we can easily get things wrong. I know better than anyone about the dangers of meeting new people. My desires are indeed dangerous, but I have to consider you and indeed my own limitations, which as you know once I have a skin full I tend to forget I have any. That aside, we do need to be careful with this bunch, but I think you are right, Elizabeth and Chloe seem nice, to be truthful, and Lexie will take more work but I would like to befriend her too. Do not let her frighten you. We have been exposed to far worse in our time, as you know. I am sure that she is a pussy cat underneath, with soft little paws that just need a tickle from time to time."</strong> <br><br>She then giggled to show that she had her sister back. <strong>"Relax sis, the older I get the less in need of excitement and danger I feel I need. I will follow you led, if that is the right phrase or indeed appropriate. As for why you feel we have upset Lexie, perhaps it has something to do with that clown. What was his name again? Oh yes Kinky. She seemed to change her opinion of me or indeed us when we went off with him. There is something off with that boy, but we do not have to worry about that now."</strong> <br><br>She did not talk on Lawrence or indeed the animal girl that her sister mentioned. instead she looked upon her hand that had been dealt to her and pulled a blanket over her legs to keep them warm, while she replied to her sister and smiled. Not a bad hand at all, but then again luck was always on her side. How long that would be the case was just a matter of time.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 03:45:25</strong>
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				<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> Chloe's Private Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Simple Yellow dress with a black belt around her waist <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><hr><br>Chloe merely gave Elizabeth an incredulous look at her crazed muttering. She managed to catch snippets of it while the rest was not able to be interpreted. The jest of it was clear to her. Elizabeth did not believe her statement. It did not surprise her that the woman found the honestly truthful statement as a lie. There were plenty of women that bought different types of items without intent to actually wear or even use them. Some had different reasons like self-doubt while others merely liked to admire the quality of beauty in a shoe like how a collector might seek out art. The same could be stated for Chloe. <br><br>Often times when in one of those interesting sex shops around the country, she could not help but purchase some oddly shaped toy due to her curiosity. There were times when on the train that she would retrieve the purchase to admire or perhaps imagine the way a woman might use it on herself. Just thinking of it was enough to cause her face to burn before she would hastily place it back in its protective confines. Yet, she did not utter a word in her own self-defense. Time had taught her that Elizabeth’s opinions were not changed easily. Even still, the thought of appearing like some sex crazed maniac disturbed her a little. <br><br>The information on anal sex caused her cheeks to burn bright red as her eyes widen. Her mind conjured the image in her head, and she bit her lower lip softly, ruining perfect makeup. It just did not seem right to her. Almost animalistic in nature. Besides, it had to be extremely painful. Chloe grimaced as if slapped when further information was given to her. “Oh no,” she said hastily when offered to try out the experience. “I do believe I am content with one method of sex. No need to add more.” <br><br>Then the knowledge of people gossiping about her sent her into a need nervous attack. Sure, they gossiped most of the time, but none of it held a grain of truth. Nothing more than flapping lips with nothing more to do than try to torment her with words. But this time they were not far from the mark even though what happened in her room was completely innocent. The stroke across her face caused her to calm down although she wanted to choke the person who started the rumor. Had Kep heard about it already too? Worry creased her brow. Elizabeth’s voice coaxed her back into reality as she tried to regain some sense of calmness. “I am not ashamed of Kep being in my room,” she commented quietly, “It was not all that horrific. Plus, people do a lot worse than talk with someone in their bedroom. Plus, it was a matter of great urgency.” Her eyes drifted over to the seat where Kep had been mere hours ago, and she nearly sighed with memory of his legs being ever so close to hers. <br><br>Chloe’s mind cleared when Elizabeth managed to surprise her by standing in the bed. “Elizabeth!” she nearly screamed, “Get down before you fall and hurt yourself.” It was a ridiculous thought considering the nature of Elizabeth’s job put her right in the heart of flames. The difference was on performance night, Chloe was usually drunk on the overload of spirit in her veins, but now she was fairly clear minded. Her fingers crossed and clasped tightly together, turning the knuckles white with nervousness. To her surprise, Elizabeth began to speak about that horrific test. The ring mistress’s excitement was watched closely with curious blue eyes as the rendition of the performance happened in her room. Even without the flame and the roar of the crowds, the dance was only one word. Amazing. A grand smile appeared on her face as she chuckled softly then clapped excitedly. “To face death without fear is to become immortal,” she said while turning her face to Elizabeth. “It is why you were chosen by the spirit as its guide.” <br><br>The conversation moved to a more distasteful subject. The morning event or rather attack. She was not entirely surprised with Elizabeth’s decision to have the two women punished, and she was smart enough not to ask how it would be done. Truthfully, she did not wish to know about it. It was another thing to pretend did not happen in the circus like some of its members promiscuous behavior. She did stiffen at the mention of Lawrence having a chat with Kepler. A frown appeared at her lips before standing from the bed. “I disagree. Lawrence has to prove himself…again. Just like how the rest of us did upon our arrival. The spot of leader is one to be gained and earned not handed out like candy to children.” Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her breasts. For the first time, Chloe spoke on the disappearances in the circus. “If anything ever happened to Kepler, I will never forgive you.” Elizabeth went on to speak about elders but Chloe remained unconvinced. “To be an elder, one must prove themselves to those around them. Lawrence has only returned but one day. Surely he cannot expect for everything to return as it was before. He even brought that…mistress with him rather than working things out with you.” She closed then distance between them to kneel front of Elizabeth and take her face in her hands. “Surely you wish to marry. To have children. To teach them the ways of the spirit?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panduhmoanium</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 01:51:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7f1erUar1ql0mb8o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Wayland<br>Place within Hierarchy: New Talent<br>Role: Hand <br>Position: Musician<br>Location: Train, Group Housing <br>Wearing: A loose fitting plaid shirt (http://www.hollister-dundrum.com/images/hollister/Hollister-Mens-Plaid-Shirts-Blue.jpg) with a white sleeveless shirt underneath, as well as a pair of stone washed jeans (http://media.impericon.com/media/catalog/product/d/i/dickies_manchaster_stonewashed_jeans_lg.jpg) and old boots (http://ramblinjackson.com/wp-content/themes/ramblinJackson/img/cowboyBoots.png). <br>Languages and Accent: English, Southern Accent<br>Tagging: Lexie<br><br>"<em>What have I gotten myself into...</em>"<br><br>The question ran through Wayland's mind over and over through-out the morning, having been assigned to help clean the animal cages, direct orders from Queen Elizabeth (as he liked to put it... Not out loud, though). As told the night before, he was to keep a low profile until having been given an actual job. Truth be told he hadn't kept care of animals since he was back at home, though the cows didn't have teeth the size of daggers. He hadn't touched his fiddle since he had come onto the train, not wanting to disturb the older gentleman which he was boarded up with. With absolutely no sound coming from him as he slept Wayland was almost positive he was dead though his current absence altered his opinion. The only person he had talked to that morning would be Elizabeth, doing as he was told and doing his damnedest to keep from drawing attention to himself. <br><br>His hazel eyes stared out the single window in their room, watching as the occasional telephone pole whipped by until it was nearly dark. A short string of curse words cleared his mouth as he finally sat up, reaching under the small bed and grabbing a black case (http://1-violin-violin-case.com/violin-ant-str-web.jpg), setting it on the side of his bed and popping it open in front of him. He gingerly pulled the instrument from&nbsp; its case, inspecting the strings along with the rod. He hesitated for a moment before setting the violin on his left shoulder, about to set the rod on the strings when he heard the door shut just next to his. He had seen the girl leave the room before, having met her his first night on the job... Lexie, was it...? He jogged his memory, making sure his assumption was correct. He certainly didn't want to disturb anyone else on the cart, knowing it would probably be his first and only time to do so if they complained. <br><br>He paused for a moment, the only sound coming from below them. on the tracks, or at least he thought so. He could barely make it out, though the sound of sobs barely broke through the wall in front of him. He stood up with his violin in his left hand, walking closer to the wall until he could be sure of what he was hearing. He frowned slightly, having been told by the guy he worked with yesterday that she was normally the most upbeat person in the family. He stood there for a moment, listening as the muffled sobs almost clawed at his insides. As he continued to listen in, his empathy started getting the better of him, sitting down on the side of his bed and setting the instrument into the box, the rod sitting just out of the box. He gave a short sign, rubbing the back of his neck rather roughly. The sobs seemed to become a little lighter to the point he couldn't hear them anymore, though that didn't mean much to him at this point. <br><br>Wayland reached over and grabbed his old pair of cowboy boots, slipping them on over the pair of tube socks he had on. A nervous feeling crept up on him like a predator, second guessing what he was about to do all together. Of all people, Wayland wasn't the type of person to allow another to feel miserable on their own. If he had the opportunity he would do what he could to make them feel better. He couldn't ever tell if he was doing this for himself or for the benefit of the other. He grabbed a hold of his knee as soon as he registered he was tapping his heal on the floor, a faint grin showing up on his face. Of all things, women were his downfall. He couldn't speak to one or even look at her, for that matter, without a stupid smile on his face. '<em>Stop acting like you're twelve all over again...</em>' He thought to himself, standing up and making a move toward the door, hesitating for a moment before grabbing the door knob and twisting it open. <br><br>He took a couple of steps and pulled the back of his hand up to the door, tapping three times with his knuckles on the wooden surface. It suddenly dawned on him at this moment that he had no idea what he would say to her. 'Hey I heard you crying in the other room and I wanted to make you feel better.' He thought to himself, a sigh erupting from his mouth though he muffled it with his right hand rubbing his mouth, 'Great idea Einstein...' He started running through sentences in the back of his mind fast enough to break the sound barrier. Every urge wanted to dart back into his room and shut the door, though his mind didn't react fast enough, the door slowly opening. "Hi, I, uh..." He paused for a second, her blue eyes seemingly enough to freeze his motor functions. He paused for a second, slowly holding his hand out, "I'm new here," He started, his southern accent laid on thick, "My name's Wayland..." He trailed off, not sure if he should say anything else, the very thought keeping his mouth open a little bit. Good lord, if she didn't think he had a mental issue already, he was lucky. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 20:53:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Her Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wayland<br><br>Lexie had settled down but she felt wrung out when there was a knock at her door. She felt tired in a way she'd never felt before. For the first time in her life she didn't want to see anyone. She had no one who would hold her or comfort her, take care of her. The only people who could be out there would want something from her, a smile or a joke and she felt like she just didn't have it in her to give, not right then. But even feeling as down in the dumps as she was it wasn't in her to be rude and ignore them. <br><br>Getting up Lexie tried to pull herself together. She wiped the moisture from her face though there was little she could to about how puffy and red her face looked. Scowling at her reflection she smoothed her dress and went to the door opening it. She didn't know who she expected to be there, Kep maybe or Chloe but certainly not the new guy shed met for only a few moments the night before. She was looking at him a bit confused as he spoke a smile curving her lips at the adorable way he seemed to trip over his words, unsure what exactly to say. "Nice to meet you again Wayland." She said pleasantly opening her door and stepping back inviting him into the room that was small but pleasant enough, her half of the room done in bright cheerful colors that somehow managed to not be an assault on the sense. <br><br>"I'm Lexie. Would you like to come in?" she asked her manners unfailing. She hadn't been keen on seeing anyone but there was something nice about being around someone who didn't know what a moron she'd been. It was only a matter of time before everyone knew how Lexie felt about Kink. She was too obvious about it. It would be less time before they realized he'd disappeared. Just thinking about it made her want to weep again.<br><br>After talking to Elizabeth Lexie had felt out of sorts. In the end she decided to talk to Kink, to tell him about the offer and rather selfishly she wanted his comfort even as she told herself she couldn't have him. But what she found was probably the worst thing possible. There was no Kink. The train wasn't that big and no one she'd spoken to had seen him. He was just gone. He'd left without a word, he'd left her behind.<br><br>There was a brightness to her eyes that spoke of un-shed tears as she moved to her bed that was made nicely except for the pillow being out of place, while she was turned away she wiped her eyes trying with everything she had not to lose it in front of the new guy. She probably looked like such a mess. "Would you like to sit down?" She asked sitting down on her bed and patting the spot next to her. It would never occur to her that her offer might make him uncomfortable. Lexie was just that relaxed with people even when she was upset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panduhmoanium</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 00:24:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7f1erUar1ql0mb8o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Wayland<br>Place within Hierarchy: New Talent<br>Role: Hand <br>Position: Musician<br>Location: Lexie's Room <br>Wearing: A loose fitting plaid shirt (http://www.hollister-dundrum.com/images/hollister/Hollister-Mens-Plaid-Shirts-Blue.jpg) with a white sleeveless shirt underneath, as well as a pair of stone washed jeans (http://media.impericon.com/media/catalog/product/d/i/dickies_manchaster_stonewashed_jeans_lg.jpg) and old boots (http://ramblinjackson.com/wp-content/themes/ramblinJackson/img/cowboyBoots.png). <br>Languages and Accent: English, Southern Accent<br>Tagging: Lexie<br><br>Wayland found a half grin coming to his face as she smiled, 'Well at least you did something half right.' he thought to himself, still noticing the red of her face and the glassiness of her eyes. As she turned from the door he finally got a hold of himself, straightening up and putting a smile on his face, "Uh, sure." He strode into the room, his boots tapping against the floor with each step. His hands slid into his pockets, anchored by his thumbs which sat just outside, his eyes taking in her room. It looked quite a lot better than his, which was rather bland if you could even call it that. <br><br>He hesitated for a second when she asked him if he'd like to sit down, a faint red tint showing up in his face. He covered up what ever signs of nervousness with a smile, "Yeah, sure." He walked over to her bed and sat down easily next to her. God knew he was nervous right now but he shrugged it off as best he could, turning slightly to look at her. "So," He started, glancing at the pillow on the bed where he figured she had muffled most of her sobs, "How long have you been with the Circus?" He didn't want to straight away ask her if she was ok, the look on her face telling him the mere mention of her crying may send her back into the fit again. If anything he was here to attempt and calm her if he could, and maybe develop a friend out of the girl in the end. <br><br>There was one thing many people back at home knew about Wayland and it was he couldn't stand seeing a girl cry. Some of which who knew it could get them their way if they played their hands right. There were more than enough nights when every ounce of money he made at the bar ended up going to drinks for anyone who looked like they needed them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 10:15:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Her Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wayland<br><br>Wayland was cute. The little blush that stole into his cheeks when Lexie asked him to sit down was utterly charming and she had to repress the urge to giggle a bit. She didn't want to scare him away, she was feeling remarkably better just being around someone rather then sulking alone but even so she couldn't repress the smile the curved her lips. She couldn't help it, she loved making a grown man blush.<br><br>Once he settled down next to her she crossed her legs and turned a touch so she could look at him pleased when her seemed to shift a bit for the same reason. He asked how long she'd been with the circus and she smiled. For other girls that kind of question might have upset them given why she was upset but Lexie wasn't normal. The shadow of what had happened hadn't darkened everything in her life just her love life. She could still look back at her memories of Kink and starting out here with pleasure with out the sting of pain she felt now.<br><br>"Oh I've been around a few months now." She said lightly, "They found me in a small town in northern California. Well more accurately I found them. I don't think Elizabeth even noticed me until I marched up to her and declared that I wanted to be a clown." She said with a laugh shaking her head lightly remembering the ballsy way she'd approached Elizabeth. "I don't know where I'd been now if it weren't for this place." She said a light smile lighting her face as she remembered how absolutely lucky she was to have a place she belonged.<br><br>"I joined because I knew from the moment I first attended the performances I belonged here. Something about it just drew me, you know? Why did you join? What's your story?" She asked giving him a lightly probing look curious about this stranger who'd rescued her from melancholy and didn't even know in that moment how thankful she was just to have him there and not be alone any more. Everything seems so much worse when your facing it alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 14:39:24</strong>
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				<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> Chloes Private Room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late Night First Day<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><br>Erin was an incredibly complicated creature.&nbsp; Elizabeth had hardly gotten to know her, but she’d already spotted the same bullheaded nature that Elizabeth herself possessed.&nbsp; That was precisely why choosing a punishment was so difficult.&nbsp; She was still new…So had she been a stage hand or a clown, she just would have been removed from the Family.&nbsp; But the fact of the matter was she was an incredibly talented act.&nbsp; And a spirited act none the less…Thus, removing her would have meant death.&nbsp; Elizabeth simply could not find it within herself to kill the girl.&nbsp; Had it been Elizabeth in the exact same position, she probably would have acted in a completely similar way.<br><br>But that did not mean she could go without reprimand.<br><br>It was simply what precisely she decided to do.&nbsp; When she’d first been told exactly what had occurred, her blood was boiling.&nbsp; Two needed to be punished, and the other she knew was not hers to deal with.&nbsp; And it was the other that really had her enraged.&nbsp; Olaana was brand fucking new and already knew that she was on Elizabeths hot seat…but she couldn’t do a thing without facing Lawrences wrath.&nbsp; So she spent the hour after she heard about it plotting ways of exacting her revenge on the wrong person.&nbsp; In time, she realized all of those methods were simply not fair.&nbsp; Even Elizabeth had a point where she realized something was unfair.<br><br>But she still intended on punishing Erin much more harshly than was deserved because of her affiliation with Olaana.&nbsp; It was quite ironic that the reason her punishment changed was because of the very person who had set Erin off in the first place.&nbsp; She had had a lovely chat with Chloe about matters that had nothing to do with Erin.&nbsp; But that conversation made her happy enough to realize that she had to be rational about things.&nbsp; Not that punishing someone for an outburst was rational at all, beyond perhaps a verbal reprimand.&nbsp; But it was still a big deal to Elizabeth.<br><br>Elizabeth had managed to catch Erins roommate before the girl entered the cabin.&nbsp; Though the words that she used were kind and seemed like a genuine question…It went without saying that if Elizabeth asked someone something, you simply abided without needing to know why.&nbsp; The two parted ways, and Elizabeth returned to her normal activities.<br><br>It wasn’t until late in the evening that Elizabeth actually returned to Erins door.&nbsp; She paused outside of it for a moment and shut her eyes, taking in a deep breath before her hand lowered to the handle.&nbsp; In a train like this it was nearly impossible to open a door without a creek, but Elizabeth managed it.&nbsp; And she could take no credit in the act.&nbsp; As she shut the door silently behind her, she turned around to face the sleeping Erin.&nbsp; She looked absolutely innocent in that sleep.&nbsp; Elizabeth hadn’t yet fully decided upon what she was going to do, but witnessing the girl in that state ensured it wasn’t going to be brutal.&nbsp; Unless the girl forced her hand.<br><br>The same way she had opened the door in an unnatural silence followed her as she began to walk around the room and pick it apart.&nbsp; Her natural grace certainly helped…but there was another factor in this.&nbsp; The Spirit was flowing through her veins.&nbsp; It was rare that the Spirit gave a helping hand in dealing out punishment, but it knew this one was a bit different.&nbsp; If it were to be played out in Elizabeths setting, then Elizabeth wouldn’t need help.&nbsp; But the fact of the matter was Erin was an incredibly dangerous person.&nbsp; She could handle a weapon as easily as she could wave her hand, so if Elizabeth wasn’t able to go about her task in complete silence then her life was on the line.&nbsp; Thus the Spirit gave Elizabeth the ability to open drawers, shift things around, and find absolutely every weapon within that room that wasn’t hidden beneath Erin or her pillow.<br><br>And what she found was absolutely remarkable.&nbsp; Items she’d never seen Erin use.&nbsp; Blades she’d never even known existed were piled up upon the would be roommates bed.&nbsp; Finally she was confident that there was nothing else hiding, and Elizabeth began to take a close inspection of the mass of steel she’d found.&nbsp; She dwindled them all down to three.&nbsp; And she chose the one that she did for a very simple reason.&nbsp; She pressed her thumb bluntly upon the blade of the first two, and felt nothing.&nbsp; The last, a simple three inch knife, cut into her thumb just about the moment it was placed.&nbsp; It took a lot of time and effort to keep a blade that sharp, and Elizabeth made the assumption that the one she’d chosen had some sort of significance to Erin.<br><br>Elizabeth slowly sat upon the edge of Erins bed doing her best not to let Erin feel her sit.&nbsp; It was aided by the fact Elizabeth had ensured that the beds, no matter how small, were of the utmost quality.&nbsp; She didn’t wish for her family to have sleepless nights.&nbsp; But now that kind gesture would have a nasty outcome.&nbsp; The knife lowered and lifted up the sheet at an agonizingly slow pace.&nbsp; She pushed it to the other side of Erins so that her body was exposed.&nbsp; In Erins sleep, her shirt had managed to work its way up the girls stomach.&nbsp; Elizabeth was far from surprised with the bare flesh she saw, a profession that deadly demanded the utmost physical perfection.&nbsp; But that bare flesh wasn’t going to remain so perfect for much longer.<br><br>Elizabeth lowered the blade.&nbsp; The tip of it was no more than an inch from Erins stomach when she paused.&nbsp; The tip was too sharp.&nbsp; So she leveled it, and the moment she did her hand glided downward and down Erins stomach.&nbsp; It sliced into flesh, and instantly the line drawn was colored crimson.&nbsp; Elizabeth had went over this scenario a million times…At first she thought the girl would instantly submit in fear of being killed.&nbsp; But then she was reminded how much Erin resembled Elizabeth, and realized she’d likely go down fighting as opposed to easily submitting.<br><br>Fortunately facing death in the eye often changed a persons rationality.<br><br>Erin shot up, and Elizabeth didn’t give her time to fight back.&nbsp; She knew that if she tried to reason and Erin got the better of her physically, then she would end up the one cut to pieces.&nbsp; So the moment that Erin shot up, the blade was angled so that Erins own movements would impale her.&nbsp; But Elizabeth had no intent upon killing her…not someone this promising, not yet at least.&nbsp; The blade slid an inch inside of her chest, just beneath her breast, and when she felt it strike Erins rib she quickly slid the blade out.&nbsp; One of the wonderful things about the Spirit was that it wanted to keep you alive, and the biggest threat was always your own act.<br><br>Had Elizabeth burned Erin, then it would heal naturally and scar.&nbsp; But Erins most likely injury would be a slip of up the hand, and a nasty cut.&nbsp; So despite the depth of the wound, it’d be completely healed within a week.&nbsp; And it wouldn’t leave a scar, Erins body would remain as it was at that point.&nbsp; Not that Elizabeth was going to share that info at this very moment.&nbsp; Instead she shoved the knife upwards and placed it against Erins throat, her expression was beyond hostile and her words were nearly as sharp as the blade. “God damnit Erin I will fucking kill you here and now if you try to fight back again.&nbsp; And I wouldn’t lose a nights sleep over it.&nbsp; You can lay back down and hear me out, or you can die upon this blade.&nbsp; I will leave that decision up to you.” Elizabeth lifted the knife away from Erins throat, but it was never far from her body.&nbsp; And her arm remained at the ready, one threatening move…and she’d have to lose a possible asset.<br><br>Elizabeth had decided that Erins life was now more important than just her show.&nbsp; Of all of the acts, there were three that stood out in regards to outright danger.&nbsp; Elizabeth and Lawrence would be dead every single night had it not been for the spirit, Olaana tamed natural born killers, and Erin had a way with blades that rivaled guns themselves.&nbsp; People often underestimated the power of a blade…it was easy to hide, easy to use for a kill, and absolutely silent.&nbsp; Elizabeth had always been paranoid, but she knew that a weapon as deadly as Erin could be invaluable if a war did in fact occur.<br><br>And as much as it broke Elizabeths heart, she had convinced herself one would.<br><br>When Elizabeth spoke again her voice was calm, though her expression made it clear she hadn’t changed her mind about killing Erin if need be. “You must understand that what occurred this morning could not go without punishment.&nbsp; It is the way of the family, no matter your place within it a wrongdoing must be acted upon.&nbsp; I had intended upon coming in here and slicing you up, leaving a plethora of surface wounds that’d remind you to stay inline with every shower, with every bead of sweat that fell into the wounds.&nbsp; However, I believe that stabbing you will suffice.” Elizabeth lowered the blade again, placing it a quarter of an inch above the stab wound, though it had now turned ninety degrees.<br><br>“That is what the spirit demands.&nbsp; It is not what I believe.&nbsp; I believe that if I were you, I would have done the very same thing.&nbsp; You see, you and I are not entirely different.&nbsp; We both put our lives on the line with every performance.&nbsp; We both have no fear of death.&nbsp; We both speak our minds no matter the consequences.” Elizabeth moved her free hand to Erins belly, her index finger tracing the cut.&nbsp; She pushed down, ensuring that pain came with every movement. “If I were in your position I’d seek to kill me for that alone.&nbsp; But I am not in your position.&nbsp; And I must do what is needed to preserve what is left of this family.” <br><br>Times like this were when Elizabeth was at her best.&nbsp; When a show was meant to be given…When words were not always enough, and a physical display was in order.&nbsp; That afternoon with Lexie had been a perfect example, she’d played with death to dance across the top of the train to prove a point.&nbsp; But Lexie was harmless…If she did anything more than keep that knife level, she risked being killed.&nbsp; So the act she gave was one that’d only resonate with her; she remained still, because she was afraid of Erin.<br><br>“I must maintain order.&nbsp; I must ensure that nothing goes unpunished.&nbsp; If I do not follow that rule, than people will lose fear.&nbsp; These people, this family, they may love me.&nbsp; But they also fear me.&nbsp; That is why this family works so seamlessly.&nbsp; What we do, and what we wish to achieve cannot simply be done with loyalty and respect.&nbsp; We brake laws every day, and we all live with the supernatural gift of the Spirit which would have every one of us thrown into a looney bin, or worse, find ourselves in the hand of a flawed government who would try to use us to their benefit.&nbsp; You are still new, so you do not quite realize exactly what it means to be a part of this family.” Elizabeths finger had settled just below the gash in Erins stomach.&nbsp; It finally lifted, and moved towards the edge of the blade.&nbsp; She didn’t show any sign of pain as her finger trailed alone the edge of the blade to slice her finger open.&nbsp; It was only revealed she’d cut herself when that finger was lifted for Erin to see. <br><br>“We now belong to the spirit.&nbsp; If you try to leave, it’ll find a way to kill you.&nbsp; I do not wish you dead.&nbsp; Nor do I wish to have to do this again.&nbsp; We are at the precipice of a great change, and I wish to have you at my side.&nbsp; I can promise you things that you couldn’t imagine, but I know that you are beyond that.&nbsp; I’ve no intent upon bribing you.&nbsp; Instead I only ask you to take what is rightfully yours.&nbsp; Power.&nbsp; Had it been you instead of me when the spirit was ready to be captured, I’m more than confident you could have been able to do it.&nbsp; I’ve been looking for someone to be my second…And I think I’ve found her.” Elizabeth fell silent for a moment.&nbsp; Her hand lowered and that cut and her finger touched gently at the stab wound in Erins chest.&nbsp; This time she didn’t place enough pressure to cause anything more than a sting. “I had no choice but to do this.&nbsp; I hope in time you will understand why.&nbsp; A yes or no would suffice, but if you have questions, I’ll give you answers.&nbsp; Just realize that every answer I give puts you in deeper, and ensures that if you’re of loose lips the next time we have this kind of get together you won’t wake up.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panduhmoanium</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 18:58:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7f1erUar1ql0mb8o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Wayland<br>Place within Hierarchy: New Talent<br>Role: Hand <br>Position: Musician<br>Location: Lexie's Room <br>Wearing: A loose fitting plaid shirt (http://www.hollister-dundrum.com/images/hollister/Hollister-Mens-Plaid-Shirts-Blue.jpg) with a white sleeveless shirt underneath, as well as a pair of stone washed jeans (http://media.impericon.com/media/catalog/product/d/i/dickies_manchaster_stonewashed_jeans_lg.jpg) and old boots (http://ramblinjackson.com/wpcontent/themes/ramblinJackson/img/cowboyBoots.png). <br>Languages and Accent: English, Southern Accent<br>Tagging: Lexie<br><br>Wayland felt himself calm as Lexie smiled more, looking her directly in the eyes as she spoke (because that was the only way he was taught). He would laugh when she did, surprised about the length of time she had been with the circus, feeling like she integrated quite well from what few moments he saw of her the night prior. If anything he was more surprised about the way she spoke to Elizabeth. He had a small feeling in the back of his mind that said he probably should have been more assertive with her before... Maybe if he had he wouldn't be cleaning up tiger dung. But then again... Maybe he would be setting up a stage for a show at this very moment back in Dallas.<br><br>Her question made a smile come to his face, his right hand coming up and running the back of his neck. "Well..." he started, a faint laugh escaping his lips, "It's a long story..." he found himself shaking his head a little. "I'm originally from a really small town south west of Dallas; 'bout two hundred people or so." He took in a short breath, "I played the fiddle back in, pretty much, the only bar in town and ended up catching this business man's eye." A short sigh broke through, rubbing the back of his neck again, "He pulled me in like a fish and got me to come to Dallas with him for some work which I figured would include me playing..." He paused for a second, "But, it just entailed me working for other bands and setting up stages." A grin ebbed its way onto his face, "The whole carrot on a stick trick got me." Wayland arched his back, stretching a little from having such poor posture,&nbsp; "I guess my reasons for joining really sit between wanting to see the country and to actually perform... To some extent, at least." he shook his head, "I don't really have a special act or anything, I'm just a fiddle player." his mind traveled back to the night before, remembering the first encounter he had with Chloe and Elizabeth. <br><br>"You should have seen Elizabeth's face when I asked to come on as a musician..." he laughed, shaking his head again as his southern accent broke through another barrier, "Hell, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Chloe stepping in..." he rubbed his hands together, small scars littered his skin from working on the farm back home. "But, no..." he let out a sigh, "I couldn't go home with my tail in between my legs so this was the best thing that could have happened to me." he looked over at lexie and smiled, his face turning a shade of red again. He didn't really get into what had happened between home and Dallas, that whole part almost an embarrassment to him at this point. "I doubt I could go back to Jimmy, my old boss..." A deviant smile came to his lips, "He probably doesn't want to talk to me for a while." He turned an even deeper shade of red, realizing he had been rambling, "So, uh..." He paused as if thinking, "What's your job description exactly...?" He smiled again, "I understand the basics but is there something else...?" He had no idea that what he was asking could possibly spark her to think about the exact reason as to why she was crying earlier. <br><br>PS(sorry for any mistakes, i worked on this on my iPhone, when I get back I'll proofread this some more.)<br><br>PSS(Edited 6:04 PM 8-3)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 22:57:31</strong>
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				<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 Master<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her Room <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=55193375)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Erin had gone to bed feeling a mix of calm and unease. She honestly felt better after having caused a scene with Chloe, she thrived on conflict. When she was stressed nothing worked better at calming her down that getting in a rip roaring fight, given it was more of a fight with the love sick Keplar and the authoritative Lawrence then Chloe but she was as good a target as any and truly she just annoyed Erin. No one was as perfect as she pretended to be and she hated how every moment in Chloe's company felt like she was in front of a judging panel. She was just awful.<br><br>Before bed Erin brushed her hair and pulled on a tourist T shift from the Stratosphere and a pair of boy shorts. She was a bit edgy because she knew Elizabeth was crazy, her audition had taught her that much. She also knew she'd be made to pay for the way she treated the favorite little lap dog but in a flair of temper she didn't care. She flicked back the covers of her bad and crawled in. There was a small dagger under her pillow that lived there, a comfort she still needed from her time living in a rough part of Vegas. It was fairly dull because she didn't <em>really</em> want to hurt anyone, she just needed the comfort of it's presents.<br><br>Her sleep was peaceful enough. She had no nightmares, in fact no dreams at all that she would recall. It was just pleasant and restful. For a time nothing ill touched her, not her foul temper nor the anger of others. She was free of all that and that peace was reflected on her face. She looked her age in sleep, young, too young really to carry such anger, such hate. <br><br>Erin was blissfully unaware when in the dead of night Elizabeth slipped into Erin's room. Or maybe it was Elizabeth who was blissfully lucky that Erin didn't come awake. Erin had rules. Nobody touched her things or herself. Olaana had shattered the later this morning by kissing her and turning her whole world on it's head in that moment. There was no telling what she might have done had she come awake to Elizabeth gathering up all her weapons and moving them out of reach. Most likely reacted badly since it seemed very much like Erin's default setting to take everything badly. All that can be said is it's a good thing Erin didn't wake up.<br><br>Erin shifted the lightest bit in response to the cool air touching her skin when Elizabeth pulled the sheet away revealing her body to the open air. Her eyes were moving behind her eye lids, and she shifted again trying to recover some of the heat she lost in the moment Elizabeth had pulled away the sheet. She would wake up in a moment groggily reaching for the sheet but Elizabeth wasted no time waiting for that.<br><br>A gasp and cry was ripped from Erin's lips and she lunged forward even as her eyes opened to the vision of Elizabeth's face inches from hers in the darkness. Before she could even react she felt the push of a blade into her flesh. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pain and on instinct her body curved back away from the blade that was sliced into her body hitting her rib before leaving once more. <br><br>While most of the time when she woke up the world around her was groggy and she was fuzzy from sleep for an hour after wake up but not now. No the whole world was sharp with clarity. The pain wasn't so bad, not really. not compared to the number of times she stabbed herself or hurt herself learning her craft. It was that some one else had dared hurt her that sharpened the world around her and had undermined her entire thinking process. People didn't hurt Erin, they feared her. Again the world tilted under her.<br><br>Elizabeth's warning to stay still or die was met with a baleful glare. Erin was sure if she wanted to she could still kick Elizabeth's weather she was holding one of her favorite daggers or not but she held still all the same. Though she didn't lay down as&nbsp; Elizabeth demanded, she just made no move to be the aggressor even though every instinct in her body cried out for it. Idly she considered the dull as fuck knife under her pillow but she disregarded the knife for the same reason she was holding still rather then flipping Elizabeth on her ass and disarming her. She didn't want to have to leave. She did like this place though her attitude suggested otherwise and while she was ambivalent about the people she didn't want to have to leave.<br><br>"You'd kill me with my own knife?" she asked her voice dry, accusatory even. To her own mind if you were intent on murder then you at least showed the respect of using your own god damn tools. To her mind it was an insult to have come in and dared touch one of her weapons let alone use it against her. She'd never use the blade Elizabeth wielded again should she make it out of this bed with her life intact.<br><br>Elizabeth seemed to decide Erin wasn't about to try to kill her and started talking. Her words did little to sooth Erin. In fact they tested Erin's control to the limit. Cut her to ribbons? They very thought made Erin so mad that it took everything she had not to knock Elizabeth to the ground and do to her exactly what she's described. <em>Sadistic bitch</em> Erin thought her whole body tense and her breathing quick as she tried with everything she had to keep her temp that was known to be a wild untamed think in check.<br><br>"You think?" Erin said her voice sharp and angry in response to Elizabeth's assertion that stabbing her was enough. "Oh you think?" Erin said sounding sarcastic and condescending. She shook her head and bit down hard on her lip clenching her hands, her nails digging deeply into the wound on her left hand the self inflicted pain enough to focus her. It was enough to keep her from doing something monumentally stupid.<br><br>Elizabeth kept speak now about the spirit and it's demands. Erin actually listened to that. The spirit to her was something wonderful and illusive, soothing her before a show, making her quicker, surer, better. To her it wasn't a think that would demand blood as Elizabeth claimed. Erin was more of a&nbsp; mind to believe Elizabeth was just a cruel bitch who got her rocks off having absolute control over those around her and then punishing those who dared step out of line. The bitch pressed down on the stab wound and pain lanced threw Erin's being but besides the tightening of her muscles that was involuntary she didn't so much as bat an eye lash her brilliant blue eyes filled with so much loathing, hate, and rage locked with Elizabeth's gaze. Erin's eyes alone promised she would not sit idly by and let someone victimize her no matter the reasons or justifications they used to rationalize it.<br><br>A smile cruel and predatory curved Erin's lips when Elizabeth spoke of if I were in your position I'd seek to kill me for that. She was right. The only desire in true and pure that coursed through Erin's being was the one to hurt Elizabeth. To watch her bleed. Erin wasn't like normal people. She didn't think like them. She was primal, living off aggression, anger and fear. There was a reason Olaana was her only friend on this blasted train. It was because that girl could tame her much like she could her deadly animals because Erin thought like them. Now Elizabeth was bring out all the worst parts of Erin. By turning Erin into a victim she'd crossed a line with her that could never be uncrossed.<br><br>Elizabeth's touch still lingered on her skin and if she could have gotten any more wound up in that moment that would have done it. People didn't touch Erin. She didn't like it and she usually carried enough clout, people feared her enough to leave her the fuck alone. Elizabeth was still talking about how she ran the circus through fear and a small part of Erin smirked in cruel pleasure. <em>I knew you were just a sadistic bitch</em>. She watched with dull interest when Elizabeth sliced open her fingertips showing the wound to her. <em>I hope it scars</em> she thought pettily.<br><br>Elizabeth's words echoed around her and she tried to understand, to even believe some of it but it was beyond her. She entrusted her life to the spirit ever time she preformed and it was never a cruel being to her yet Elizabeth contested it demanded a punishment as severe as death. It didn't make sense to her. Maybe she just didn't want to believe it. Did it mean Sochi was dead because he dared leave? With that though for a flash of a second there was something else in her eyes, fear, not for herself but for someone she'd cared a great deal about.<br><br>Erin was still listening even as her mind wondered. She heard Elizabeth's claim that she wanted her on her side and Erin knew she had only one good use. Elizabeth wanted her skills and her loyalty and in that bed still bleeding from the score across her belly and the stab wound Erin was determined she would get neither. She cared now why Elizabeth felt justified for her actions as far as Erin was concerned she was the one who'd wielded the knife, she was the one who'd pay for her actions. As if to illustrate her thoughts Erin touched the stab wound gathering the blood on her fingertips and rubbed her fingers together before swiping it across her cheek bone leaving a crimson streak then licking her lips her whole body showing tightly leashed anger.<br><br>Elizabeth's flattery was hollow to Erin. take what was rightfully her, power. that alone was laughable. She'd been stabbed for mouthing off at Chloe who hadn't even gotten that upset about it. Kep had been more pissed then Chloe'd been and she'd been stabbed in the middle of the night with her own god damned knife. What kind of power was she expected to take when she couldn't even speak in a way she pleased without having to wonder if psychotic bitch would be tip toeing in her bed room in the middle of the night. <br><br>Erin shook her head. and when Elizabeth touched her again she used her forearm to swipe the woman touch away her eyes blazing. She was teetering on the precipice, she could never remember having been so made in her life. It felt as if every cell in her body was crying out for her to act, to tear, and rip, bit and stab. To make it quick, to draw it out. She needed to move to pace and she couldn't get up. A scream of frustration and anger built in her chest and for a moment she didn't even trust herself to part her lips without the whole room be filled with the sound of her primal rage. <br><br>Breath hissed through her teeth and her fingers flexed her left palm dripping blood and her nails broke the thick scab there and buried themselves into her fragile flesh. Pain streaked up her arm and she gasped softly as the whole world sharpened around her. "The spirit may have demanded punishment but you chose this and your a fool if you think I'll forgive you for this or forget it. I'm not them Elizabeth, I don't love you and I don't fear you." She leaned back against her head board and pressed her palm to the bleeding wound feeling light headed. She'd always been a bleeder, her sheet soaked through now and she was feeling a bit light headed not that she'd tell Elizabeth that. She'd be fine with a little pressure and some time the blood would clot and she'd be left with the pain and a head ache but till then she felt like crap.<br><br>"You better figure out another way to deal with me Elizabeth because you have no idea how much I want to hurt you right now and we both know I could." She said reaching under her pillow and drawing out the blade never holding it in a threatening fashion just holding it there letting it flash in the light. "I could have killed you." She said simply letting Elizabeth see the blade before throwing it a little annoyed when it missed it's mark landing a little low of the dart board. She flexed her fingers and took a breath. "I respected you until tonight. Now...that was your saving grace Elizabeth, that I respected you and have made a home here that I wanted to keep. But if you think I'll hold still the next time you come to cut on me to prove a point because I crossed some arbitrarily line your out of your mind." She took a deep breath and lifted her left hand pressing her fingers to her temple leaving a bloody smear, dampening her hair a touch with the blood. <br><br>"You have no loyalty from me now. I trust you understand why but I'll explain any way. I don't care what your spirit demanded. You could have handled this a thousand other ways. You were a coward sneaking in here in the dark while I slept rather then facing me. You used my own knife against me. Insistently one I was rather attached to. And then you attacked me. You could have asked me to submit to you for punishment and I would of, out of respect and loyalty instead you attacked me in the night and set me against you in the process. You can reap the rewards from that for I have no trust for you now." She said closing her eyes for a moment against the wave of dizziness that assaulted her.<br><br>She lifted her hand from her stomach and was still bleeding and cursed softly under her breath. Elizabeth chose one of the sharpest blade in her collection. The sharper the blade, the cleaner the wound, the easier it bled added to the fact that chest wound bled an absurd amount anyway. Erin didn't care how Elizabeth read her next move as she grabbed the sheet fisted a ball of it in her hand and pressed it tightly to the wound. She'd put a few stitches in it once Elizabeth left after cleaning it but just having to put pressure on it showing weakness to the woman was enough to piss her off. <br><br>"I have no understanding for your actions this night, nor acceptance. I have no answers for you nor question. I want you out of my sight Elizabeth before I decide I care a lot less about staying here in this twisted little world you've created." She said sounding bitter her teeth clenched at the end both from pain and anger. Her eyes starting to glaze with pain and her breathing turned a bit short. "And if you could send someone in when you leave I'd appreciate it." She said as she shifted a bit wincing sharply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 00:20:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Her Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wayland<br><br>Lexie listening to his story with a light smile of interest on her lips. She liked listening to other people talk about their lives before they came here and their reasons for joining. She shook her head when he talked about the guy who'd tricked him and not wanting to go home and wondered idly if he'd be one of those people who'd just disappear one day. A sting of pain accompanied the though but she pushed it aside and listened. <br><br>She laughed when he mentioned how Elizabeth took the idea of taking on a musician and tilted her head wondering if Elizabeth had something against musicians in general or just didn't want to put up with the noise of practicing and all that. On a train it might get more then a bit annoying at times. "Elizabeth is like a porcupine. Have you ever seen someone at the zoo handle one of them? They are all sharp barbs and testy to boot but if you know how to stroke them right they'll love you and protect you even. I think she's like that. She's hard to approach and get to know but once you do and figure out how to treat her there no better person." She said though as she spoke she couldn't help remembering what Elizabeth said about having to kill people in service to the Spirit and her smile slipped for a moment and some of the brightness left her, "But I could be wrong" she mumbled softly.<br><br>Lexie laughed when he asked what she was and that he vaguely understood her role. "I'm a clown." Lexie said with a shrug her smile bright. "I work in the big tent along side the acts, entertaining the crowd and such between acts, you know rev them up, cool them down. Its our job to get the crowd in the right mindset. I also work in the burlesque tent for tips and because i find it endlessly fun." She said with a laugh brushing back her hair feeling more like herself then she had in a while. <br><br>"It's more then that though. Being a clown isn't something you can learn, it's ingrained in who you are. Every day I'm a clown not just the days I'm preforming." She said not quiet sure how to explain how she helped bind everyone together nor how in the family she was more then just her role. "Things here are different then anywhere else you've ever been, you'll figure it out soon though. Everyone's really friendly and your cute so I'm sure you'll be welcomed." Lexie said with a teasing laugh her eyes sparkling with mirth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Panduhmoanium</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 04:23:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw7f1erUar1ql0mb8o1_500.jpg)</div>Name: Wayland<br>Place within Hierarchy: New Talent<br>Role: Hand <br>Position: Musician<br>Location: Lexie's Room <br>Wearing: A loose fitting plaid shirt (http://www.hollister-dundrum.com/images/hollister/Hollister-Mens-Plaid-Shirts-Blue.jpg) with a white sleeveless shirt underneath, as well as a pair of stone washed jeans (http://media.impericon.com/media/catalog/product/d/i/dickies_manchaster_stonewashed_jeans_lg.jpg) and old boots (http://ramblinjackson.com/wpcontent/themes/ramblinJackson/img/cowboyBoots.png). <br>Languages and Accent: English, Southern Accent<br>Tagging: Lexie<br><br>Wayland couldn't help but smile as she compared Elizabeth to a porcupine, knowing exactly what she meant by the analogy. He couldn't help but think about his father back at home. They butted heads more than any other son and father combo's, but he'd hope it wasn't that bad here. When her demeanor changed, he frowned a little, confused by the words she mumbled, though he kept to himself, for now at least...<br><br>He found a grin again as she started talking about her job with the circus. The way she explained it made him feel like the job was so many more times complicated than he'd ever think it to be. He had only been to one circus back when he was a child, though he could vaguely remember anything about it. The only thing that really jumped into his mind at the thought of it was the fact he was terrified of clowns as a kid... Truth be told he still wasn't too fond of horror movies which had clowns in them... Let alone those clown dolls he remembered his grandmother keeping when she was still alive. The only thing he could think about when over at her house was a scene from the movie Poltergeist. <br><br>When she delved deeper into what she did, he couldn't help but smile at her, now realizing just how much she loved her job. To him it seemed you could never describe the things you loved most in life. It's like when you find a person truly in love, if you were to ask them what they felt around their significant other, they can' never give you an exact explanation.<br><br>Wayland felt his face flush red at her last comment, the smile on his face growing even more as he turned away from her and looked at the ground, laughing for a few seconds before turning and looking at her, glad to see that she seemed in better spirits. "I don't think anyone's ever called me cute before..." He laughed a little, nodding his head slightly, "But, thank you." He looked at her for a second before speaking again, "Heck, you're not too bad looking yourself." He gave her a wink as he turned and noticed it was dark outside, "I guess I should probably start heading back to my room pretty soon..." He pushed off his knee's and stood up, stretching slightly, "After talking to you I already like this place a lot more," He paused for a moment, hesitating before moving towards the door, "I was going to tell you if you need absolutely anything," He pointed with his index finger along with a motion of his head, "I'm bunked up right next door." His face turned quite red again, "Day or night, just, what ever." He tripped over his words a little towards the end, now quite sure he should have stopped a little sooner than he did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - Train</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 00:02:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Her Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://www.polyvore.com/lexie/set?id=51900953)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wayland<br><br>Lexie felt better just having talked to Wayland. He didn't say anything special or greatly moving, it was just the steady compassion and caring from someone else towards her that was comforting. She gave so much of herself to everyone around her and she knew they loved her back but sometimes it felt as if they forgot that she too sometimes needed them as much as they did her. Wayland let her talk about her job and listened, he didn't look bored or annoyed by her jabbering but genuinely interested in what she had to say.<br><br>She laughed when he blushed inordinately pleased. She loved making a grown man blush. It just tickled her pink. "Your welcome." She said easily smiling in a simple uncomplicated way. When he complimented her back she faked an awwed look. "What me no..." She said waving a hand and looking modest though humor sparkled in her eyes, "I'm just me." She said unable to keep from laughing at the end amused by her play at modesty. Wayland may not have known her well enough to know she lacked any sense of modesty but it wouldn't be long till he figured it out. <br><br>When he stood up she nodded though really she didn't want him to go, not quiet yet but she wouldn't force him to stay, besides her stomach was growing and she knew Jim would have something for her if she batted her eye lashes at him. She stood up when he did smoothing her dress down. She look pleased and a bit embarrassed when he said he liked the circus better after talking to her. "Well aren't you just a sweetheart." she said settling a hand on her hip and quirking a smile at him brushing away the hint of embarrassment.<br><br>He stiffened a bit as he neared the door looking uncomfortable and Lexie tilted her head a touch watching him an inquisitive look touching her eyes, evidence of her curiosity. Why get all tense the moment your leaving? It made no sense to her. She smiled brightly when he spoke. It wasn't the first time someone had offered her help but it was the first time when she might actually need you "You really are a sweetheart. " She said closing the bit of distance between them and hugging him briefly but tightly pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thank you Wayland, I might take you up on that." She said stepping back aware he probably wasn't used to spontaneous affections nor Lexie' complete lack of belief in personal space. 
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