We're just a band of freaks (Roleplay Thread, sign-up link inside)

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Nikki grumbled as she untangled herself from a collection of blankets. Exhaustion had followed her into the morning from the previous night. Though the bat DNA that she harbored didn't make her nocturnal, Nikki found herself wanting to be, longing to sleep another few hours into the day. With a residual longing for the inviting grasp of the blankets, the young woman dragged herself out of bed. Her vision was cloudy with sleep; combined with her poor eyesight, general grogginess, and an absent attention span, Nikki staggered right into her dresser. "D-mmit," she exclaimed loudly, throwing her hands in the air with frustration as she mourned over her stubbed toe. Heaving a sigh, Nikki felt her way to the door of her small room. The woman stumbled her way down the dark hall that led the way to the windowed section of the house. Nikki was evidently not a morning person: her dark hair was tousled messily atop her head, her webbed wings lazily drooping behind her, her sweat pants hung loose on her hips, her tank top was askew from sleep. Nikki mumbled a derogatory term about the morning under her breath.

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In the position she let herself relax in, the small patches of fur that randomized along her body could show. The tattoos she got not long before she was taken popped out and trailed down her arm midway from her black shirt.

Nikki shot a dangerous glare through her dark eyelashes and messy veil of unbrushed hair towards the voice. To Nikki, practically everything was an opponent in the early hours of morning; everything from an innocent dressed to James himself seemed like a challenging aggressor. "Well, considering I'm up before twelve and I managed to find my dresser with my foot this morning, I'd say the day is off to a good start," she mumbled dryly, her voice raspy with the effects of sleep.
The young woman wandered deeper in the kitchen, finding the edge of the counter with her hip. Nikki let out an irritated groan. The heavy sleep she had risen from hadn't yet given back the full extent of her senses. Eventually, the woman found her way to the usual home of the coffee pot. Working her away around the cabinets with roaming hands, Nikki located the means of making coffee and then proceeded to start in the daily task of brewing some. It wouldn't be long before the savior of Nikki's morning was ready to drink.
Annika could sense a rush of air as someone moved into the room. Her chin raised as she waited for the expected greeting or announcement, though she didn't turn around from where she worked on coffee. She waited to put a name to the face. The identification came in the form of a question, and Nikki answered Naomi's inquiry,"I'm making it now." A yawn stretched the girl's dark pink lips as she turned to face the company of the kitchen.

Noroi opened his eyes sleepily as the world came into vision, ending his peaceful dreams of last night, before he slipped out his bed and made his way to where the smell of coffee drifted from, and his head popped from around the corner, "Nikkiiiii-" he moaned, gazing intently at the delicious brew she was making, "how long until the coffee is ready?" he asked, his brown hair ruffled from sleep, sticking up in all directions.

Upon James' friendly jest, the young woman grumbled under her breath. There was no way she was sitting down to relax until she had a hot cup of coffee to cleave to.
The sound of her name being drawn out in a tired groan caught her attention. She recognized the voice of Noroi. "It won't be long, Noroi," she mumbled with a deflated voice, the grogginess of sleep still clinging to her. She could hear someone else meander in, though she wasn't sure who it was. The young woman didn't ask, slightly embarrassed that she couldn't recognize the house mate without hearing the voice. Nikki raised her hand to run her fingers through her tousled hair. The movement brought some order to the dark locks, but however, she still looked like she had recently rolled out of bed.
"How many of y'all want a cup?" Annika puzzled, lifting her sharp chin and glancing around at the blurred outlines of her house mates. Her hands absently fiddled with the mug she had pulled out for herself, running her fingers around the rim and down the handle. She hadn't expected so many people -more or less people- to be up; as a result she hadn't pulled out enough glasses for the cluster of them.

"Aya's in" Noroi chirped in as he entered the kitchen, answering Nikki's silent question as to who it was that entered, and quickly slid into a seat nearby James, a sheepish grin coming from his face. Quickly... very quickly, he put his hands on the table, drumming his fingers annoyingly on the top of it. It was to resist urges, as the world around him was full of opportunities and chances- in short, he was a thief. Keeping his fingers busy was the best distraction to his normal instincts, "1, 2... five of us." he stated clearly, counting those in the kitchen with a scan of his eyes, his nose still sniffing that delicious aroma.

Noroi quickly stopped his fidgeting as James stated he wasn't going to have any, and reached out a hand with four fingers sticking up, "cancel, four." he stated, then turned to James, "then go, and let the force be with you" he stated, and once again grinned his sheepish grin. He was fairly new to the group, having been taken in just a few weeks ago, and s was still finding his feet, but had proved to be a lovable character thus far.

Nikki pursed her lips and dipped her head quietly towards the sound of Noroi's voice. She was thankful for him answering her unasked question. He was new here, unlike the bat-girl, but he seemed to be making friends well.
With her bat wings folded tightly against her back, Annika sidestepped and reached up to locate the cabinet that harbored the mugs. The young lady had to stretch up into her bare toes to reach the mugs. Her hands pulled five cups down. Then she was corrected as James left the kitchen, so she placed a mug back into the cabinet.
Nikki didn't go scouting very often. If she ever was on the look out for suspicious activity, she normal sat quietly on the front porch and merely listened carefully. Nothing ever seemed to be happening on the perimeter. Annika wasn't sure how their hideout had gone unnoticed. Annika wasn't sure how much longer it would last, but she made sure to feel grateful for every moment of the peace the James had created for everyone.
A bright bubbly voice suddenly erupted into the room and Annika cringed, as if she was unable to take the sudden cheerfulness. Though, Winnie's voice helped wake her up, and she gave a tight smile. "Do you want a cup of coffee, Winnie?" the girl pondered as she started to pull down the same cup she had just placed back.

Noroi went back to his silent fidgeting as he played with his fingers, appearing completely occupied with whatever he was doing as the others did as they pleased, however he was actually wide awake and aware of what was happening. The world... 'Shut up' he suddenly thought at the voice in his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as a sharp pain went through his head. Just because he was free willed, it didn't mean he didn't have his inner demons.