nothing was organised. nothing was in its correct place. this whole circus was out of order, everything needed sorting. it was enough to send cleo crazy. food was placed onto plates sloppily, no one seemed to care about the state of their trailers or wardrobes, and people certainly didn't want her organising it. cleo had to organise it. if she couldn't she'd obsess, and she couldn't obsess, because if she did that she just wouldn't rest until she'd sorted it, she wouldn't be able to. she'd be thinking about what needed sorting until she'd actually got it out of her system and sorted it. cleo licked at her lips and stared at the plate of food in front of her, trying to figure out how she was going to organise a jacket potato. there wasn't much you could do to it, she knew, but she.. she had to try. there must be something organisational she could do to it. organise the grated cheese, maybe. it wasn't melted, not at all. if it had melted, it would just send cleo crazy. food can not touch other food. it was against the rules. she'd opted against choosing a plate with beans; tomato sauce. sauce. one of the things she loathed. she couldn't organise sauce. she hated gravy for exactly the same reason. it was.. it was liquid, it.. it touched other food, and food can't touch other food.

she started picking the cheese off the potato, not entirely sure whose meal it was, or of what the hell she was doing. this was someone else's food. if.. if they came back and caught her, they'd kill her. cleo was an unowned doll, it wasn't like anyone was going to care if she was hurt, or killed. she didn't know if she liked being unowned.. she had nothing to compare it to. she'd prefer it; she didn't like being on her own, she didn't like deciding what she had to do for herself. she had to be told, if she was left to her own devices then there was no end of possibilities as to what she could get up to. she could end up wandering off and wind up in some other weird place.. though she liked this place.. it was safer than her last one, at least. she ignored the grumbling of her stomach and continued picking the cheese off the potato, putting it into its own little pile near the potato but not actually touching it. she wasn't going to eat it, god no. cleo couldn't eat. everything was out of balance, nothing was right, she had no control over what the hell was happening in her life. bad things happened to her so she was forced to wander here.. she'd had no control in the matter, she hadn't chosen to wind up here.. she just sort of.. did. and now she was a doll, whatever that meant. and unowned doll, at that. by not eating she was controlling something ; her diet. she had to have control. she had to.

she looked up and around furtively, checking that there was no one watching her, that the person wasn't coming back to their food. she didn't want to get caught. she couldn't get caught. she didn't like being caught. realistically, who did like being caught. no one did. you'd have to be insane to want to be caught. you'd have to be insane to want to stick around this circus. so did that make cleo insane? she didn't want to leave, didn't want to move, didn't want to have to run again. she was fine here, she was safe here. she was stuck here. ever since she signed her name on the dotted line, she'd known that she was stuck here and that she wouldn't get out. she didn't want to get out. she kept picking at the cheese, staring at it almost as if it had done something wrong to her. in a way, it had. it had dared to touch other food, something that could never happen. something that was against the rules, against cleo's rules. he eyes widened as she heard a yell, and she quickly bolted, leaving the potato half-cheesed, running as fast as she could away from the man who'd shouted. cleo hadn't done anything wrong, it wasn't her fault! she'd been organising, helping D:

she skidded to a stop in front of a trailer, tilting her head to the side curiously and looking behind her quickly to see if the man was following her. cleo couldn't deal with being followed. bad times. she had no clue what this trailer was.. she'd never seen it before in her life, and suddenly wanted to go inside. cleo can be insanely curious at times. she twisted the door handle and slipped inside when the door opened, eyes widening at the disarray in the medical trailer. her hands instantly grabbed at each other and she stared around the room, taking in the mess. then she started to organise. >__<