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

(we have alot of A names on this rp)

(XD yeah)

Avrey pressed his lips together, more uncomfortable than ever.

“Uh… I d-dont know.” He starts in his west coast accent. “P-p-probably green?”

He shrugs, hugging his arms. “W-what about you?”

(what a coinkydink)
Apollo sighed into the air, tired of being in a room with this many people, he slipped out quietly and slowly, into another room, which contained a couch and coffee table, along with other chairs such as recliners and he smiled to himself, the only saying come on, stay a while sliding into his thoughts.

He took his backpack off his shoulders and sat it on the floor, it stayed up due to the support from the couch. Apollo then sat down on the couch himself, taking a deep inhalation and exhale. You can do it, you love people, you love being around them, just because one of them is your soulmate doesn't change anything. His inner voice told him.

Wren watches Apollo slip away, then sighs. If only I'd known earlier that we'd end up being able to leave this area…

He notices a set of stairs and asks Dr. Brimstone "Hey, are we allowed to go up there?"

"Sure. Go ahead. Just find your room." she responds.

Wren grins and heads up the stairs, finding a door marked "Wren Levan". He doesn't notice another name up yet, so he just enters the room.

Avrey smiles. Shoving his hands in his pockets. “Th-thanks. Most people think it’s annoying.” He laughs softly then turns toward Apollo

“I-I don’t know. I h-haven’t met him yet.” He cocks his head, watching both Wren and Apollo disappearing

Taz shook himself, snapping his thoughts from their reverie. The first thing he did was scan the room, looking immediately startled that there were two less people in the room, Wren, and.. the other one he hadn't gotten a name for yet. His eyes widened at the set of stairs, either they'd left or gone up those. Never one to let the competition know more than himself he got to his feet. Ignoring the conversation he'd been mostly zoned out for and headed for the stairs. He was greeted by a long row of rooms with little nameplates. He walked down, reading each one by one. Some of the names were unfamiliar, like Apollo or Tara, but he recognized others. These must be everyones rooms.. He noted the new names until he found his, a little sign placed on the door saying Taz Verman. He tried removing it, but found it firmly bolted to the door. He sighed, opening the door slowly and stepping inside.

( Anyone have suggestions for what the rooms look like? Like are they all identical or personalized?)

(Maybe personalized? Idk, personality tests and whatnot, but I think rooms will be a combo of two different styles for the two people that will eventually be living together with someone else.)

( Oo, that's a good idea, but maybe we should wait then? Until we find out who's paired with who?)

(Yeah, we should.)

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.

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 )

(yeah— I wasn't terribly sure if it made sense or not.)

(Yeah, it made sense to me, although I'm a different sort of person. I can decipher Spec Ed kids, so yeah.)

(okay cool— as long as someone understands it I did my job as a writer)

(I got it XD)
(Aaaand I also have a stutter irl. So I’ll definitely use that. Ty bae :’)

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?”

(you're very welcome ;) I do what I can)