forum The Meraki Program: A Soulmate RP // group // OPEN

Started November 29, 2021 by @megandawnkorain

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Avrey shrugged, forcing a half smile. He puts his hands in his corduroy jacket again, shifting on his converse.

“S-sure. I’ve kind of b-been wanting to check-check this place out.”

Taz poked his head into his room first, scanning the interior for any other people or obvious signs of a threat. After nothing had jumped out at him or made any noise, he stepped fully inside, inspecting the walls nearest to him with sharp eyes. The room wasn't exactly standing out on first impression, so he walked in, finding a simple desk and chair that he could place his backpack onto. His hand hovered over the zipper for a few seconds, before he changed his mind, deciding that unpacking now could get some of his stuff stolen. He continued his investigation, checking underneath the bed and seeing if the water worked.
Satisfied, Taz relaxed into one of the plush chairs, allowing himself to untense his muscles and close his eyes briefly. He was pretty happy with how things had gone ,now they just needed to wait.

Wren examined his own room, finding it just comfortable enough, filled with contrasting colors. He grins. Hell yes!

He flops down on the bed, plugs in his music, and falls asleep.

Addic nodded and walked over to the door, and peeked in. Inside he saw a room similar to a brake room, but much more comfy. He then spotted the man sitting on a sofa and sauntered over to him. "Hi, my name's Addic, and this here is Avrey. What's your name?"

Avrey follows behind like a lost puppy, shutting the door carefully behind him, and waving slightly when Addic introduced him. “H-hey”

Apollo looked up at them and nodded to them "im Apollo— and yes, like the god of the sun, I know it fits just spectacular with my blonde hair, I blame my parents for being hippie farmers." He stated "nice to know nobody thinks of me as the guy whos laughs psychotically yet" he grumbled. He patted the seats next to him "come sit down" he said, his voice on the verge of begging, he didn't want to be left alone in this crowd of people "stay a while is what my dad usually says to imply someone should sit and relax" he added with a charming smile, running his hand through his hair.

Avrey half smiles, accepting the invitation and sinking into the soft couch. “Th-thanks.” He says softly, deciding he’ll only talk when he needs to. He hated his stutter and didn’t want everyone to know about it within the first hour of meeting him.

"He thrusts his fist against the post and still insist he see the ghosts." Apollo said to Avery, turning his head to look at him with a smile. "If you say it, well from what Bill Denbrough taught me in the book and the movie IT, it's an exercise used for people with stutters, though I don't know why stuttering is not more romanticised, much like hopeless romance and stoners." He adds honestly.

"I like your stutter, if you don't understand what i'm trying to say." Apollo added, unsure if what he had said before was getting his point across.

(Dude- I just read that three or four times and I still have no clue what was said ;w;
Edit: Nevermind- I'm just stupid- And haven't watched IT lol )

Avrey smiles, watching him talk. He says the phrase over and over in his head, then blushes a little. “W-well, you-you would be the first.” He says distantly, chuckling softly. “Th-thank you. Though.” He tilts his head. “Y-y-you like st-Stephen king?”

"like Stephen King?" He asks turning to face Apollo with his entire body excitedly. "I love Stephen King!" He said enthusiastically "I've been reading his writing since I was in sixth grade, I always aspired to be him, I still do in a way." He said quickly then cleared his throat "did you know he also write books under the alias of Richard Bachman?" He asks Avrey, flashing him a bright smile. He had tried to keep his voice calm when asking the question as not to seem to over enthusiastic.

Addic stood in the door way watching Avery's and Apollo's exchange. Slowly he slipped out and walked back to the main room. He glanced back once and continued to his room. He walked along the hall until her found his room. Inside he was pleased with what he found. The first thing he did was dramatically fall onto his bed, and finding it softer than what he expected, he stud up and did it again. This time however, he added a few lines of Shakespeare, "Mount, mount, my soul! Thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die." Addic fell onto his bed clutching his chest. He looked up to see that he had left his door open and that several people had probably heard him die. He got up and closed the door, and on his way back, he saw a book shelf that was sacked full of books. Addic scanned them and finally picked one titled "The Vagrant" and sat down to read it.

Avrey watches as Addic leaves them alone. Anxiety rises in his chest as he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. Don’t freak out. You’ll only make your problem worse. he sighs, and then laughs a little at Apollo’s reaction, smiling as he eagerly tells him all about Stephen King. “Th-that’s really cool! S-so are-are you a writer?” He says slowly, trying his best not to repeat words. “I-I-I’ve only read a- a few of his books. B-but they’re all r-really good.”

Apollo smiled wistfully at Avery. "I write sometimes" he admits shyly, rubbing the back of his neck while blushing "I wanted to make it my career when I was younger, but I honestly didn't think realistically, it obviously ended up not being a very good choice considering i'm going to college for architectural studies." He said with a sad smile, leaning back into the couch.

"What about you? How old are you? Are you in college? What are you studying if you are in school?" He asked curiously, the questions shooting out of his mouth like arrows.

Avrey laughs distantly, fiddling with one of the buttons on his jacket. “Th-that’s still really cool. I-I bet y-you’re still good at-at it.” He then shrugs. “I… I know how that f-feels.”

He tugs at his jacket, Nervously taking in all of Apollo’s questions. He takes a deep breath, figuring out what to say. “I-I’m 21. I uh, I w-was…” he taps his foot anxiously, folding his arms. “I dropped out l-last month.” His face turns red with embarrassment, as he turns slightly away from Apollo.

Apollo placed a friendly hand on Avery's shoulder. "I get it, I went to community college then technically dropped out before attending the college i'm currently at, so it's not a big deal, not every picks the right school and course at first, it's nothing to be ashamed of, like your stutter, you should own it. Not be embarrassed by it just because some people don't like it." Apollo said honestly.

"Not everyone knows who they are and what they want to be in life as soon as they graduate, so some people make wrong turns, I know I definitely have and probably will again." He admitted.

Avrey blushes, grinning shyly. "Th-thanks." He manages to get out, tapping his foot even faster. He laughs, shaking his head. "I w-wanted to go into music. M-my sister and-and I had th-this whole plan…" He looks down, sadly. "It…. It didn't work out though." He leans back against the couch, sighing. "I t-tried to go into business, or-or get into s-some kind of art program…" He presses his lips together. "I… I just c-couldn't handle it." He looks over at Apollo, blushing slightly. "S-sorry, I d-don't know why Im telling y-you this."

Apollo laughed "I gave you a mini rant of my Stephen King obsession so–" he pointed out. "Honestly honesty is the best policy, I love letting people know about my life because i'm simply not just ashamed of my mistakes." He added with a smile.

Avrey smiles. "I-I wish I could d-do that." He sighs, feeling like he was intruding on Apollo now. "I uh… I think I might uh… h-head to my room." He gives a faint smile, standing up.

Wren eventually wakes up, feeling refreshed. It takes him a moment to realize that his music had stopped. That's probably what woke me… He gets up, stretches and yawns, heading back down the halls and steps.