[color=plum][center][h3] - Vivii - [/h3][/center][/color]
Vivii looked cautiously about as she found the sheet, she was one of the last ones to get a look at it. Someone named Storm was her roommate. She was quite puzzled, she'd met both and man and a women in the past with that name and she wondered which one this person would be. She pushed her messy blonde hair back behind her ear as she moved towards the elevator. Two men were already inside, one was the exceptionally tall celebrity whom she now couldn't remember the name of. The other however she had not yet met but he was tall as well in comparison to herself though not nearly as tall as the celebrity guy. 

Vivii was quite tall or considered to be tall by most of the people she had met, for a woman of course, but she was not even close to being as tall as either of these men. It unnerved her a bit and she suddenly wished that she had heels on, they were a comfort to her. Her height was something that, while most women hated being tall, Vivii found comfort in it. It made other women frightened of or threatened by her generally and men saw her as more equal to them. Despite being nearly five foot nine she was quite delicate looking with high cheekbones and a soft full mouth. With baby blue eyes she watched them carefully for a moment before she headed in the direction of the elevator. After all this running she wouldn't be taking the stairs, not even just to the third floor.

When she realized the taller man was about to let the doors close she rushed her steps, glad for her gracefullness as she moved quickly towards them as she called out, "[color=plum]Hold on a sec![/color]" She moved as quickly as possible without actually jogging towards them, Laila close behind her while her finches remained carefully tucked away on her shoulder, their bright red breasts showing through the curtain of her pale blonde hair. She smiled disarmingly as she entered the elevator, hiding in the furthest corner from the back putting her head down to look at her grey and purple Nike tennis shoes.

Laila was curled around her feet and Vivii found herself smiling at the little dragon. "[color=plum]Ma chérie, tu es si jolie.[/color]" She murmured to the shimmering white dragon, her four wings fluttering easily as she looked around at the others. She looked carefully at the two men, her blue eyes that very nearly matched Vivii's in color. She spoke carefully, trying to articulate the words fully as she spoke, "[color=lemonchiffon]I Laila. My Vivii[/color]" The little dragon gestured to Vivii, by throwing up a golden clawed foot. 

[color=lightsteelblue][center][h3] - Niall - [/h3][/center][/color]

Niall chuckled as the young man cracked a joke about his height, it was something he was quite used to. "[color=lightsteelblue]Niall Collins, this is Allaire.[/color]" His voice was a deep rumble and he was caught a bit off guard when he heard another voice that was light and slightly accented with what he recognized as french. It was the blonde he had admired at the dinner table earlier. Her voice was like something he had never heard, smooth and melodious as well as warm. It was just the opposite of her behavior though. 

He nodded quietly at her when she entered the elevator but she didn't offer to speak to them, instead keeping her eyes down and speaking to the little dragon that had curled carefully around her legs. He didn't have any clue what she had said but it was obviously in french. He was startled for the second time in nearly as many minutes when the beautiful dragon she had with her spoke instead of her. Speaking her own name as well as the woman's. "[color=lightsteelblue]Well it is lovely to meet the both of you, beautiful names for two beautiful creatures.[/color]" He smiled easily down at the others, he had been this tall since he was around seventeen when he'd had a growth spurt. It wasn't until his early twenties though that he would fill out and become the massive giant that he was today, hitting the gym hard and long certainly hadn't hurt earlier. Neither had his tendency towards training in MMA. He outsized most of his opponents by quite a lot but the sport had taught him not to underestimate people even when they were smaller. 

She looked so delicate, her wrists were positively tiny as were the ankles she displayed in her capri length work out pants. He was quite sure that if he got too close or touched her that he would break her simply by accident, like a beautiful glass sculpture. He shook his head internally, he wasn't here to fall for a woman he barely knew or fall for any woman at all for that matter.