WHEN LIFE GAVE ME LEMONS {OPEN}

[SIRE TODD BARRIE]

Chansire "Sire" Barrie was new to the show. She had already proved herself in practice, flying through the air as if her arms were wings, and then catching the next person's forearms with ease. Falling with style, she liked to say. She wasn't sure if she had proven herself to the ringmaster, but he seemed like a quiet man, and hey, he had given her a chance. Proving herself as a person, thrust into this new and chaotic set of people, would prove more difficult than vanquishing any doubts of her skills, she thought. It would take more time, anyways.

She hadn't had the chance to relax since she got here a few days ago, and she certainly hadn't had the chance to introduce herself to anyone but the other trapeze artists. Trapeze was something that required a great deal of trust that would have to be built upon in the coming months -- but an opportunity to mingle with the other sections of the show hadn't presented itself quite yet. Alas, she entered the living area early in the evening and found it quite empty. She wondered where they all might be. Surely not still practicing. The whole day, just trudging away at one skill? That definitely wasn't Sire's style. She returned to her room and grabbed a few things to take with her to the lovely sofas while she waited for someone to pounce on make friends with.

She held a bright blue old school Gameboy, currently loaded with one of the many Pokemon games she had collected since childhood, and a thick textbook with the words, "Advanced Molecular Physics" scrawled across its spine was tucked under her arm. It was a leftover from her year and half in Uni. The seventeen year old folded her legs underneath her and opened up the book on her lap. The comforting bleeps and tunes from the Gameboy buzzed around the room, serving as cues for her to look back to her game, signalling that the long and boring text bits were over, and that she should stop reading about the laws of matter. This was a comforting if not seizure inducing routine of hers that many found odd in such an intelligent and progressive young woman-- but she did not particularly mind when people told her so. She was rather proud of her Quarks, if you'll forgive the pun. Her quirks were something to define her. Especially now, when she had nothing but herself.

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