<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>Entrance --> Backyard --> 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>OPEN! || Mentioning: Alexander Maximillian Stone | Jon Arc | Katie Ward | Dominika Nikolaev |<br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Here goes nothing…”</span></span>Thalia muttered under her breath as she practically fell out of the jeep.  It had already started out like as one of those days.  Having not seen her driver when she got to the airport, she had walked right passed him, checking everywhere.  She even travelled all the way over to the other side of the airport before coming back to find out he’d been standing in the front of the line waiting for her the entire time.  Then, she’d asked the driver to turn around, thinking that she’d forgotten her bags only to have the crew that was following the Jeep call her driver and inform him that her bags had been placed in the car for her.  To make sure there were no more mishaps, one of the members of the crew, a producer Tali guessed by the look and the demeanor in which the crewmember went on to explain everything, hopped into the Jeep.<br/><br/>By the time the Jeep was pulling into the villa, Thalia had already been chastised for what seemed like forever.  The crewperson seemed to believe that the American had purposefully made them as late as they were.  She’d heard about how she was supposed to arrive with two other women to greet the men who had been dropped off first thing that morning.  Unfortunately, she wouldn’t have the same chance to meet with everyone now…or so she was being told.<br/><br/>Lucky for her, it seemed someone else had been late to the party as well.  The man seemed to be tall and muscular with dark skin that reminded her of someone who might play some kind of sport.  Football, maybe?  Of course, he didn’t seem to notice her Jeep pulling up the drive behind his.  Or if he had, he had chosen to ignore it.  She wasn’t sure which but looking at him and the villa for the first time in person, she was even less sure what she was doing here.  She had seen the show before, of course.  It seemed to be all the rage in her new home of Dorset, but she had never seen herself as one of these girls before.  That is, until she found out her application had been submitted for her and she had been accepted.  Now, she was ready to turn right around and go home…if the crewmembers hadn’t already removed her bags from the Jeep and taken off, leaving her with a definite producer, talking her ear off about what was expected of her right now.<br/><br/>The producer kept blathering on about how late the girl was and how when she got into the villa, she was expected to start talking to the other residents of the villa.  She was supposed to give the audience something interesting to watch.  Unfortunately, the booming voice of the new resident who she had been right behind drowned out the producer’s voice as he called out a line from an old tv show.<br/><br/>Giving a quiet, little chuckle to the line, Thalia was about to make some sarcastic remark.  It would have been an easy way to talk to someone who hadn’t already gotten into conversation with the others, right?  Wrong!  Before she had a chance to move through to meet up with the others, she heard another voice calling out at the man.  It was another man’s voice but as soon as his voice called out, she was sure the rest of them pulled him in.  Instead, she made her way, sneaking through the large living room to the backyard.<br/><br/>It seemed most of them had found their way to the kitchen just fine so what did Thalia do?  Of course, she made her way to the opposite side of the backyard, sneaking through to the first area she found where people who were too hot to be real were not.  She had seen this place on the show before.  It seemed to be a hotspot for group gatherings and public muggings…  A fire pit sat in the middle with a rounded couch surrounding it.<br/><br/>As the girl sat down, she buried her face in her hands and pushed her hair back, keeping her eyes on her knees.  Her knees were bouncing up and down maniacally, her heels staying above the ground so they wouldn’t make noise.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“What am I doing?  What am I doing?  What am I doing?”</span></span>She asked herself under her breath, placing the heels of her hands against her forehead as her elbows rested on her bouncing knees.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“I can’t compete with those girls…” </span></span>As she sat there, whispering to herself, she drowned out the activities around her, drifting into her own little space.<br/>