That silent girl in the corner || O, Human AU

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    Right now you seem so far away — DeyVarah Shaia — Blizzardclan — She/Her/They/Them —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]DeyVarah had been asleep for a long time in her very comfy bed in her homey apartment which resides alongside her group members that resided there. After some time though he woke up to the sound of a very annoying and loud alarm coming from her phone, grumbling her turned it off and rolled over, deciding to get up. For others the time she was getting up was very early, but for her it was a bit late, especially since she used to be a assassin in the cold tundras a long time ago. Oh well that was in the past now, but she got up none-the-less and rubbed her head. Getting out of bed half naked with barely anything on she goes around her apartment, she is meeting some people later that day since she decided to invite the entire group to her place for the day. It was time to let herself get known more and get to know her fellow group members as well.


    Getting her already tidy place even more tidy she wanted to give a good impression to the others coming over, a bit nervous since she feels like she will be doing something wrong that day. Sighing and relaxing her nerves she brews herself up some tea, waiting for the water in the kettle to boil she got herself some food, just some simple raspberries that was good enough for her meal. Hearing the kettle whistle she gets her tea, as she waited for the tea to cool down she gets dressed, mainly in some comfy clothes consisting on a tank top and slightly baggy pants before going back to here her tea, drinking it. Hearing someone at the door she walks up to her door, opening it and putting on a small smile, curious to see who was the first to come.


    Her human appearance



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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Ophelia was standing at the door, her pale blonde hair pulled back into a loose braid around her shoulder. The young woman was dressed in a loose black sweater, her pants a deep shade of red. Targaryen colours of course. "Are you going to see tonight's new episode of Game of Thrones?" was her greeting as the door opened. "I'm so excited - I don't know how long we're gonna hang out today, but I have to get home before it starts up, just letting you know now." She peered into the apartment space behind Deyvarah. "Did anyone else get here yet?"
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    [center][fancypost=background-color:transparent; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt]"No need to worry, sweetcheeks. The party just arrived." Tommy would snort as he stepped into the doorway shortly after Ophelia arrived. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a mint, and he popped it into his mouth. He figured that he should try to cover up his cigarette-breath, but he supposed that it would probably be replaced with alcohol-breath, seeing as he was carrying a case of beers.


    He set the case on the table before taking out a bottle for himself. Hey, he had to get it while it was cold, right? Plus, there was there was a possibility that everyone else would drink them. But then again, nobody really liked to "have fun" like he did. Maybe he'd be able to get drunk off of these.

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    his human au name is niles from now on apparently//
    Niles had heard there was a gathering, and he never missed anything, as he considered lateness or absence rude. So, he'd gotten into a nice suit and headed over. He knocked on the door after Tommy closed it, waiting politely. Niles checked himself on his pocket mirror as he waited.


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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce had no idea why he was here. While on one hand, he loved socializing and going new places, on the other hand he absolutely sucked at talking to people. He always ended up hurting himself one way or another (it may seem difficult to hurt yourself when simply chatting with someone, but somehow Pierce was capable of it) or screwing up his words so badly he and whoever he was talking to completely forgot what they were talking about. Yet here he was, forcing himself toward the door Niles was standing in front of. When he noticed the other man's outfit, he momentarily panicked. Was he dressed too casually? He glanced down at his sneakers, jeans, and soft yellow t-shirt. "Oh no," the young man whimpered to himself, though quickly got his act together as he approached the stranger standing at the door. Whatever - the damage was done now. "Uh, hi," he greeted, forcing a little smile.

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    Niles watched the other approach, offeing him a smile when he stopped walking. "Hello, I don't believe we've met. Niles Crane, you?" He held out his hand for a handshake.


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    Right now you seem so far away — DeyVarah Shaia — Blizzardclan — She/Her/They/Them —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]DeyVarah smiled when she saw figures of her group members appearing, the first one was Sweet, which she smiled at her comment. "I can put it on when it starts, don't worry we are not missing it." She says with a grin before greeting Tommy, chuckling lightly, "The fridge is open if you want to keep those beers cold." She says allowing them to enter before looking at Niles and Pierce, "If you are going to flirt do it somewhere else...or inside at least." She says with a sigh, feeling bad for Pierce, "But welcome you two." She says before giving a small smile.



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    Niles smiled, stepping in. He looked around, observing everyone's casual attire. He seemed to stand out, but he didn't mind. He wasn't going anywhere in a t-shirt and jeans. "Lovely day, isn't it?" Being from Seattle, every day without precipitation was lovely, but that made no difference. He glanced at the beers and looked at Tommy, the strong aroma of cigarettes overwhelming his nostrils.



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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]Pierce shook his head slowly at Niles's words, though he was actually agreeing with him. No, they hadn't met, and he was a bit upset they were now, when he was so flustered. The nineteen year-old lifted his left hand to scratch awkwardly at his head, unsure what to say. When Niles extended his hand to shake Pierce's, however, he nearly jumped. Eyes widening in alarm, he cautiously looked up to Niles and then back down to his hand. There was nothing the teen hated more in the world than physical contact. With someone he didn't know, that was. Once he got to know someone, though, even if it was just afer being with them for a few hours? he basically hung off of them. Was it trust issues? Maybe, but probably not. After all, it only took a little bit for him to grow comfortable with touching. After standing silently for an eternal minute, he took the other's hand limply, still forcing a smile onto his lips. DeyVarah soon answered the door, though, thank god. Almost immediately, his palm, which was now sweating, was removed from Niles and stuck into his pocket. His smile returned, this time genuine, when he saw the woman in the doorway. "Thanks," he said quickly into reply to her words, stepping in after her. "Uh, nice place," he commented before offering Tommy and Ophelia a small wave.


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    tags :: updated 4/07

    Niles realized how uncomfortable he'd made Pierce, understanding. "My apologies." He himself was not a fan of physical contact, and after the handshake he wiped his hands with a small wipe. He always kept a few packs in his pocket. "It's nothing personal," he added nonchalantly. "Just a thing I have."



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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Flirting? Pierce and Archer were flirting? Ophelia definitely couldn't see it. Unless that was the way shy people flirted - she wouldn't know. But she found herself skeptically eyeing the two men all the same before breaking away from the rest of the group. The fair-haired woman took a seat on the couch, having been to the apartment a few times before and already comfortable with its layout. Her pale brow lifted when she saw Tommy taking out a beer, drawling, "Isn't it a bit early to start drinking?"
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    seems so wrong but now
    it seems so right — tags

    Tommy momentarily set the bottle down and took the case over towards the fridge, shoving it into the door before closing it. He glanced over, wondering what the commotion was. Did Archer and Pierce have a thing for each other? Jesus, he never would've expected that.


    He strolled back over to where the others where and picked up his bottle again. He took a swig, just as Ophelia started to question him, and he smirked. "It's never too early, Sweetcheeks. You should go grab for for yourself." Maybe that would lighten her up.
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    [center][fancypost= bgcolor= opacity: 0.5; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px;][font=times new roman][align=justify]This was awkward. The comment about flirting had gone completely unnoticed by the blonde, who was now standing in the middle of the apartment and peering around. He had never been here before, and was quite curious about it, but didn't want to look around too much in case that was rude. Instead, he stood motionless for a moment before stiffly seating himself on the the couch, casting Ophelia, who was sitting at the other end, a small smile of greeting. He had seen her around, but they didn't know each other very well. Really, he didn't know anyone very well, especially not Archer, who he had just met today. Therefore, Tommy and Ophelia's little theory was incorrect. As if he'd ever pick up on any implications - he wasn't the greatest when it came to those types of things. His bright gaze was drawn to Tommy as he spoke to Ophelia, an absent frown finding its way to his lips. He wondered what beer tasted like; being underage and one to follow the rules, he had never had any. He would ask, but it'd probably end with him either being pressured into drinking some or judged for being so much younger than all of them. Really, he had no idea what their age differences were, but it had to be a few years. Between him and Tommy, at least; the other man was drinking, after all.


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    Niles hadn't noticed the comment made by DeyVarah. there was flirting involved? Niles was unaware of this. "Flirting?" He'd never really considered a homosexual relationship. It wasn't out of the picture, though, it was unlikely. Besides, there was a significant age gap. He turned to Pierce. "You were flirting with me?" Niles looked around with a puzzled expression.



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    [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Rolling her eyes at Tommy, her attention instead drifted over to Pierce and Niles just as the latter bluntly asked, "You were flirting with me?" She couldn't help but snort, torn between disbelief and amusement. "Hmm, maybe you're right," she glanced back to Tommy although her attention remained fixed firmly on the pair. "You're already standing, why don't you grab me one?" Ophelia prompted him, putting on a faux sweet expression. Really, the young woman was just too lazy to stand and walk over to the fridge herself, but she thought that she would need alcohol to watch the rest of Pierce and Nile's "flirting adventures".
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    [center][fancypost= border-width: 0px; width: 450pt; font: arial][align=justify][size=9]Imperia hated being late. It made her anxious - a crushing weight on her chest that made it hard to breathe. She could not explain why the concept of time bothered her so much, but she had plenty of speculations. The top possibilities were: that she stressed herself out on all the unexpected variables that could make her late from point A to point B; and that she had committed to someone and she feared disappointing them. Maybe it was both. So when the girl knocked on Deyvarah's door ten minutes late, Perry was holding back tears. Hopefully they wouldn't be too mad.

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    So he wasn't fashionably late, unfortunately. Frank, not even bothering to knock, burst through the doors, side-eyeing himself in the mirror. He had to admit, he was hot. A thick head of curly hair, a corset, shorts that might as well be considered a thong, garters, thigh highs and platform heels. A good look for the night out. "Hello, my sweets." He coped as he entered. He went for the fridge, grabbing a bottle of champagne and popping the top off carelessly and pouring himself a drink. He wandered around, finding himself next to Dey. He took another drink of the dry bubbly and without a second warning dropped the glass. He was done with it, after all. "So what's on the menu for tonight?" He asked with a smirk.


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    Right now you seem so far away — DeyVarah Shaia — Blizzardclan — She/Her/They/Them —

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Dey sighed slightly at the confusion between Pierce and Niles, but she put on a smile as she walked up towards the door as she heard a knock on it. Seeing someone she didn't know she nods her head gently, "Hello there, you can come right on in, let me know if you need anything." She says in a gentle tone before walking back inside, seeing Frank enter and she smiled even more. "Many things are on the list." She says looking at Frank.



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    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]//named Eliott for this c:

    The tall 18 year old followed closely after Frank, walking through the door as it hung open from being dramatically burst through earlier. Eliott grinned widely, pulling down the hood of his jacket to show his messy pale blonde hair. "Hey guys! Hah, I'm not late, am I? Oh, hey, Dey, thanks for inviting me!" They didn't look like they were doing anything right now, with Pierce and Miles talking and Frank and Tommy drinking- something he couldn't do. He could have fun without alcohol, though, and not that he was a troublemaker or anything, but since his parents were literally in another country he could drink if he really wanted to. It still wasn't healthy, so he probably wouldn't anyway.

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    Niles tried not to stare at Frank. It was hard, as Frank was dressed rather... strangely. He stated at his shoes, only looking up as Eggpaw entered. "Hello!"



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