<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/458305419400445953/647513643432411146/b4df7e78456c5eff97aa5aad9dbccebf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Rao</span></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007480#msg15007480)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong><br/><em>Former:</em>New York City, New York, United States<br/><em>Current:</em>Dorset, England<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire Pit<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture with this heart choker (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61u36SAUqNL.jpg) and these heels (https://www.cicihot.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/0dc2d03fe217f8c83829496872af24a0/s/h/shoes-heels-srl-toni-blk_black_4.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one...yet?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alexander Maximillian Stone || Mentioning: All |<br/><br/><hr/>The moment she heard his voice, her knees stopped bouncing.  Her heels hit the wooden floor with a loud<em>THUMP!</em>Immediately, her right ankle twisted, and the<em>THUMP</em>was followed by the scrape of her heel across the wood.  Her head turned up towards the voice as she nearly fell from her seat, her hands slipping from her forehead as she was caught off-balance.  Her face reddened at the recognition that someone had heard her talking to herself.<br/><br/>She couldn’t believe someone had snuck up on her like this and she had been caught talking to herself!  Of course, that was the way her time here would start, though!  It was just her luck to be caught looking like a crazy person.  Then again, she thought, what had she expected to happen…  After being reminded about the viewers who would be watching this show, she wouldn’t be surprised if this talking to herself business was going to be aired to make her look like some sort of crazy person.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Heh—”</span></span>Thalia finally said as she regained her composure on the seat, planting her feet firmly on the ground and burying her face in her hands, her cheeks burning even brighter.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “I’m sorry…  I didn’t realize anyone was here and especially not listening to me.” </span></span>She said after the man who had entered the villa just before her finished speaking.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “I promise I don’t usually look this crazy.  I mean— Uh…  I mean –"</span></span>She stuttered, pushing her hair away from her face before burying her face once more.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “I mean I don’t usually talk to myself like this.” </span></span>With only a moment’s pause, she peeked up and tried to turn it into a bit of a joke.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Usually.” </span></span>Trying to see how badly this looked to him, Thalia chuckled a little, inviting him to join along.<br/><br/>Finally getting to his questioning, Thalia moved her hands from her face but kept her head down, her raven hair slipping down her face and neck to keep her face hidden away.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” </span></span>The American started about what she meant by not being able to compete with the other girls.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Let’s just put it this way:  I haven’t had the best history with guys, and it wasn’t exactly my idea to sign up for this game in the first place.  And in case you haven’t noticed, the girls over there seem to already be really good at all of this.” </span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Anyways, I’m Thalia…”</span></span>After another short pause, clearly debating whether or not she should say something, she shook her head and continued on.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “You can call me Tal, Tali, whatever you like, Lex.  I was the girl in the Jeep right behind yours.” </span></span>After another small pause, she smiled a little, keeping her face hidden in her hair but the smile was evident in her voice.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “I like your name, by the way: Lex.  Sorta like Lex Luther, right?  Although, I wouldn’t expect him to go ‘Bippity Boppity Boo’.” </span></span>This time, she couldn’t help but laugh, a melodic sound spilling from her lips at the idea of either this Lex or the infamous one wearing a blue dress and waving a stick around singing the silly song.<br/><br/>Once she was able to get control over her laughter again, Thalia finally looked up at Alexander, looking him in the eyes for the first time.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “So…uh…”</span></span>She started, looking away again.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “I’m not so sure you can wave a magic wand and make all of this easier or anything so if you want…”</span></span>She paused again, looking over at the people in the kitchen.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “If you want, I wouldn’t be offended if you went to talk to the other women.  They seem much better at holding a conversation than I am right now.” </span></span>Looking back at the man in front of her, she placed a hand on the seat beside her as though in invitation.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “I also don’t mind if you’d prefer to just rest a minute.  Your choice really but it might be easier to find a seat or stand up.  Better on your knees too…or so I’ve heard.” </span></span><br/>