<div class="floatright">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/02cc/f/2013/100/0/7/lars_alexandersson_by_ultramarineandwhite-d613ous.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sigurd Thomas<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Aurelia<br/><hr/><br/>There were a few heads that he stood over, but not enough to make much of a difference. There was no one on stage yet and amidst the eager and shifting bodies, he noticed out of his peripherals a vibrant blonde head blossom out of the crowd. Naturally, his eyes flicked over to the bearer of such a mane and caught the nod she gave him before he seemed to mimic the gesture in return. His sight returned to the stage and even while he stood there waiting patiently, he started to experience an awkward sensation. He couldn’t describe it, but it felt similar to not just being watched but that someone was close…hovering. Hovering was more accurate.<br/><br/>Slowly, his golden orbs began to creep into the corners of his eyes, and then his head turned over his shoulder to glance suspiciously at the blonde girl—she didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary. Then again, she wasn’t arms-length away and was standing in his blind spot…his thoughts were raising his anxiety. Did she suspect him? Already? No; don’t be stupid. She didn’t know him anymore than he knew her. He…he had to be social. It was a whole different experience being behind enemy lines and no longer at the hideout. This wasn’t a battle drill or a social simulation, this was the real deal and this was going to be his first impression. He couldn’t afford to fuck it up. His heart was hammering in his chest.<br/><br/><em>You need to be a recluse so that you can carry out the job.</em><br/><br/>That’s right. Best case scenario she would end up not liking him any way and leave him alone. What to say, what to say…Sigurd glanced over his shoulder at Aurelie and with a shy smile—even he felt the awkwardness of it—he chose to possibly start a conversation rather than greet, “I feel like a lamb in a crowded pen…”