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Welcome to Commit Manor. Your journey to meet your future partner begins here, and this day will undoubtedly be life changing for you. This is the first day of a two month long process of getting to know and hopefully falling in love with the person that you will be spending your life with, if you so choose. Please proceed to the main room and wait for the director to address your group. Your bags will be taken to your room for you.

Spoiler: Setting

Time: July 10th 1pm
The Commit Manor. A mansion owned by Commit Inc. used for the purpose of providing program operations and living quarters for marriage groups. The mansion is three floors and includes an indoor pool area with a spa, a gym, a meditation and yoga room, as well as a fully stocked library.

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For this scene your character will be arriving to Commit Manor and gathering with the rest of their group and awaiting the arrival of the director. They will all be meeting each other with no idea who they will be betrothed to. They will form first impressions and can talk amongst themselves. Once everyone has arrived and interacted, the director will arrive to organize the group into couples.

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◆ All site rules apply! ◆ Acceptance: This NOT first come first serve. When the character sheet goes up everyone can post a character until the deadline. After the deadline I will accept the best characters ◆ Literacy: Literacy is important to me! Grammar, vocabulary and spelling are necessary to be a part of this rp. I am not going to put a paragraph minimum on posts, sometimes writers block happens, and the roleplay needs to move forward, but I am looking for people who can easily post a couple paragraphs regularly. No one liners! ◆ Respect: Please be respectful and polite in all OOC conversations. If you do have any problems with others involved in the rp, let me know and I will help to resolve the issue. ◆ Planning: All planning and OOC conversations will be done on Discord. ◆ Posting: Please be able to post at least 2 times a week. I understand that life is hectic for some people right now with the health pandemic of the coronavirus, but please let me know if at any time you are unable to keep up with the post minimum and we will discuss how to work it out. If you are not keeping up with the expectation and have not reached out to me, you will get a warning that you are not active enough, and if that goes unfixed your character will be removed. [/div][/div][/div] [div class=first] [div class=words]Commit Inc.
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itting in the back of the taxi, Nico nodded his head along to the beat of the music playing in his earbuds, trying not to think too hard about what he was about to walk into. While he had agreed to attend the Commit Inc. program, it had all happened so fast. From the time he learned about his enrollment in the program to the beginning of his travel to the program had only been 4 days. And on top of all that, he found out just as he was leaving Chicago headed for California. He had just enough time to drive to San Diego California, unpack his car, tell Maggie what was going on, get some sleep, and head to the airport. So, to say that he hadn’t really processed what was happening, was an understatement. But nonetheless, here he was, headed to meet some anonymous fiance.

Fiance. Nico had thought about that word a lot during his travels. He had never really been one for serious relationships, instead choosing to have fun and date around without any real commitment, and here he was about to be engaged. And to a stranger at that.

Nico let out a long sigh as the taxi pulled off the road. “This must be it.” he thought. As the cab drove up the long driveway to the mansion he would be staying in for the next two months, Nico tried his best to keep his anxiety and nerves in check. But by the time the car stopped in front of the massive building, his heart was racing wildly. The driver got out without a word and headed around to the back of the taxi. Nico took that time by himself, turning off his music, pulling out his earbuds and taking two deep breaths before exiting the car. He grabbed his bags from the driver and thanked the man, while another man emerged from the mansion and headed toward them. The man was wearing a black suit, he looked to be a butler or something like it. The man gave him a smile as he joined Nico and the driver, “Welcome.”, he said, then turned to pay the taxi driver before returning her attention back to Nico.

“I hope your travels were well.” he said, extending his hand to grab Nico’s bags. “You can proceed in and head to the main room to meet the director and the others in your group. I will take your bags to your room.” Nico allowed the man to take his bags and nodded before walking to the mansion. As he entered the mansion he heard the man follow him in and close the door. He turned to the man, “Where am I going?”. The man pointed to a short hall to the left, “The door on the left.”, he said before heading the opposite direction.

Nico watched after the man until he was out of site, then he turned toward the hallway and began walking. When he got to the door of the room he was supposed to go into, he stopped before opening it. His mind raced as he thought about what was on the other side. Was his fiance there? Who was this director and what would they be like? How many people were in this group and would he get along with them? He tried to push all of those worrisome thoughts out of his head and took another deep breath. “Only one way to find out.” he thought as he opened the door and stepped inside.

An immediate feeling of relief came over him as he entered and saw no one else in the room. He took a slow look around the room before walking fully in. He had decided to leave the door to the room open, so he could hear anyone else approaching. He took a short walk around the room. It was nice, but then so was the whole house, or at least what he saw of it. He decided to take a seat on one of the many couches and laid his head back before closing his eyes. He was tired, traveling always took it out of him, but with the added anxiety of the situation, pain was starting to form in his temples.

Nico Wright

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Vicky Olson

The cab drive seemed to be endless. The streets looked almost the same as Vicky was watching them. Her mind was elsewhere so she didn’t even know the way she was going, completely relying on the cab driver to bring her where she had to be. Yes, had to. Not wanted to. If she could choose, she would be in the spacious kitchen of Vivian’s. It was her pastry shop, the one she opened only few months ago. Small but very homey, cozy and already started to have its regulars. And behind all that, Victoria Olson, the owner, head pastry chef. But today was not the day to frost cupcakes. God only knew when would be the next time she would get back to it. No, today, she was meeting her fiancé.

Few weeks ago, Vicky found out that her parents signed her up for some wedding shit. Until the very moment she had to pack, some small part of her believed it was just a bad joke. But no, here she was, sitting in a cab, which was driving her towards the future. But was the future going to be any better? Because this sure seemed like the Middle Ages.

Some might ask why she was doing it. Of course, she could refuse, no one could actually make her. But despite Vivian’s getting its first small success, Vicky needed money to improve. The building itself was old and there were many things that needed a reconstruction. Plus, her appliances were not exactly brand new. She got everything she needed to start but the kitchen could really use a nice financial boost. And Commit Inc. meant that. All she had to do was...get married. Which actually sounded a lot less stressful as it was.

The radio started to play Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons. That brought Vicky back to reality. “Could you, please, turn the volume up a bit? Thank you.” she asked the driver and he only nodded, fulfilling her wish. That song was like a soundtrack of her life. She was going to do whatever it took to make her dreams come true. Even marry a stranger.

Once the cab stopped in front of the mansion, Vicky raised her eyebrows. Okay, she did -not- expect such a house. She took a few moments in the car before she actually got off and the driver was already handing her the suitcase. A man approached them, very stiff, serious, the very British kind, as it seemed to Vicky. If Alfred was a real person, this is how he would look like, seeing he just came out from some real-life version of the Wayne Manor. He greeted her and motioned to follow him, taking her luggage from her.

Every step she took was harder and harder. The closer she was to the house, the more real it all was. Never mind, come what may, she was going to persevere. This was no competition, right? All she had to do was meet him, try to have fun and say ‘I do.’ If she was lucky, he would share the same idea and they could come to a reasonable agreement. But once again, she was just thinking too much forward. First, she needed to find out what her parents got her into.

The butler showed her where to go and disappeared. Vicky walked towards the open door and took a deep breath, followed by long exhale before she entered. There were already two guys there. Was one of them her future husband? She walked in and looked around. “Hey, guys.” she said, very originally, and took a seat on one of the couches, crossing her legs. She wasn’t shy or socially awkward or anything. But she really had no idea what she was supposed to say. Like…’Hi, I’m probably your fiancée, how great is that?’ No, she didn’t think so either.

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"And then what happened?" Avery leaned forward, absolutely beside herself. She tried not to laugh and interrupt the driver, but it was hard, considering he was a very animated character and in the middle of telling her a story from his college days. To be fair, he wasn't that far out of college year age, probably somewhere in his thirties, maybe fourties. She and the driver-- Matt was his name-- had been chatting it up since he picked her up from the airport, and a small part of her was disappointed that he wasn't going to be in the house with her and the others. He didn't seem to be a bad guy to marry.

Sincerely hoping that the rest of the guys who were a part of Commit. Inc were somewhat like him, or at least had a good sense of humor, she shoved aside the ball of nerves that threatened to form in the pit of her stomach. She focused instead on Matt's story, laughing her ass off with him. She had no idea how long the ride was until they reached the beautiful home, but before she knew it, they were there. Matt noticed first, and let out a low whistle.

"Impressive. Family home?" He asked, leaning over to the passenger seat to get a better look.

"Nah." Avery gathered her things from the seat beside her, opening the door and staring up at it herself. "It is nice, though, isn't it?"

He made a noise of approval in the back of his throat. "Well, Avery, it's been fun. Hope you enjoy... whatever this is." He grinned at her, and though she lingered for just a moment, he didn't say anything else. Not that it should matter, considering she was about to meet her fiance. Trying to ignore the awkwardness in her own mind, she pushed herself out of the car and shut the door behind her, listening as he sped off while she headed up the walk to the front door.

Someone in a suit met her there, opening the door just as she approached. "Your bags?"

"What about them?" The purple haired girl grew confused, looking down at them. "Did I bring too much? I didn't think I overpa-"

"I'll take them." He interrupted her rambling, reaching for them, his tone just shy of impatient.

"Oh." She handed them over and smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. Instead, he instructed her where to go in the house, then headed off in the opposite direction. "Well, then." She watched him for a minute then shrugged, doing as he said. She found the open door to the main room and stepped inside, immediately spotting the other three people. "Well hey there." She greeted them with a grin and a small wave. "I'm Avery."

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Roanoke​

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Roanoke breathes in deeply, taking in the scent of the wind whistling through the crack of the open window. Its freshness does little to chase away her worries, but it does settle some of the metaphorical frogs jumping in her gut. Her teeth worry her lip while she stares out to the sky, uncertainty plaguing her thoughts. She knows that there is little purpose in torturing herself over a future she cannot avoid, but reasoning does not stop her illogical worries.

"Hey, stop eating your lip, you'll make it bleed," Jolon says beside her, his eyes flickering to the left as he turns on the car's signal. She immediately snaps out of it, almost wishing she could worry more about a broken lip than the gates of the mansion they're turning in to. Fear isn't an emotion she enjoys or often keeps around her, but she's certainly feeling something akin to it now. All of her life she believed that she would be alone, and now to suddenly be here, knowing that somewhere inside that mansion, there is someone she will be spending the rest of her life with. What will they expect of me? She thinks to herself. Would her fiance (it is so alien to even think of such a word) want to live in her house, or his? Would he expect love, work for it, demand it, or would he even be interested at all? Would he want to know her secrets? She can't fathom uttering a word of them to anyone, much less a stranger, even if the stranger is their fiance. Would it be a loveless marriage, one of convenience? She could see it, and perhaps it would be more comfortable, but only in the sense that it is the same as being alone. A dark humor in her rises, one which laughs at the sheer irony of her in a loveless marriage. Resigned to a fate she foretold years before ever being exposed to the chance of something else.

As soon as Jolon moves off to the side to park to the left of the mansion and stops, she opens the car door to begin unloading. Jolon's hand stops her before she can get out, his limb grasping at her jacket sleeve.

"Hey," he says with that kind smile on his face, "Don't worry about it. Everything will turn out fine." She nods but can't find it within herself to smile, her brow furrowing at the doubt that boils over in her mind. His smile wavers a little but becomes even brighter than before as they step out of his car. "Hey, Roe?" He says, and she glances at him with a hum, too stressed to respond as she tosses her backpack onto her shoulder, and Jolon shuts the trunk after hauling out their pair of suitcases. "Imagine if we were arranged together," he says with a practically diabolical smirk at the way her face blanches as she imagines a future with-- no, a future stuck with Jolon. She loves the man half to death as a brother, but she could never stand living with him. He loves bothering her too much for any hope of a peaceful future with him. A grin wedges its way onto her face, and she feels infinitely better with a little humor (no matter how horrifying a future that humor implies) to fight off her anxiety.

"Your sister would know to start preparing you a funeral before we could even say the vows," Roanoke replies, making her friend laugh at her response. Her movements are jerky and wary when she passes off her bags to the butler, feeling displaced in the grandeur of the mansion but assuaged by Jolon's company. A glance to him shows that he's right at hope, unbothered and downright unassuming of the riches around him. Figures. She breathes in deeply as they reach the doors of the welcoming room, releasing a steady breath as she steels her nerves. No turning back, she reminds herself and forces a neutral expression onto her face. Jolon glances at her and she nods, stepping through when he opens the door for her. Her eyes immediately snap to every face in the room, watching and evaluating for any reaction as she glides in with a nod of recognition to the room in general. She takes her place by leaning against a wall with her arms crossed and piercing glance scanning the room, hoping that she doesn't look like the scared 5th grader in a new school that she feels like.

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Jolon's nail scrapes against the black of his leather steering wheel, careful not to scrape the material but hard enough to leave impressions that soothe his heartbeat in their making. So, he thinks to himself, this is what death feels like.

Roanoke's novel drafts described the feeling of death, and now he's certain that they were absolutely spot-on. He knows he's being dramatic, especially for someone walking into this voluntarily, but he can't help the dread that fills him at the thought of an unfavorable match. Jolon frowns at his own thoughts, cursing the coward within him. He would do anything for his sister, and if it means living through a miserable marriage to pay back his debt to her, then so be it. He feels like a soldier off to war, prepared for battle or like when he's driving the truck off to fight a fire. He decides that it's the best possible feeling he's capable of in this situation, so he grasps onto it with vigor. He tries not to falter when he sees Roanoke, ever the stalwart and unbothered Roanoke, chewing on her lip with a displaced look in her eye.

"Hey," he calls out to her, diverting his attention for a moment to prepare to swing left at the GPS' abrupt directions, "Stop eating your lip, you'll make it bleed." Her stoic reaction does little to convince him that stopping her from biting her lip is the least of the list of things he has to worry about right now concerning Roanoke.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Everything will be fine. "He smiles as warmly as he can, trying to convince her (and himself) of a future he has no right to promise. She nods but he can tell his words have done little to help her. His mind races with things to do that could help her, because God knows that if Roanoke can't keep it together then he won't be able to either. He parks the car as quickly as possible, pleased to see that at the very least she won't be snacking on her own mouth anymore. A sudden, ridiculous thought crosses his mind as they unload the car, making a wide grin force its way across his face. "Hey, Roe?" he says, taking it as her full attention when she grunts in his general direction, "Imagine if we were arranged together," he says, his grin becoming almost painful as his question teases out her most expressive blank face that reeks of dread in his eyes. Nothing is better than messing with her, and people in general. He feels lighter about the situation now, getting any sort of emotion out of himself and easing his emotional support anima-- his best friend.

"Your sister would know to start preparing your funeral before we could even say the vows," she says, and laughter bubbles from his chest before he can even stop it. He feels invigorated now, confident. He can do this.

He passes his things off to the butler, taking a quick once-over of the mansion's interior with an appreciative glance. He waits for Roanoke to be comfortable before he opens the door at her nod. Muscles he didn't know were relaxed grew tense and twisted into knots as he steps in behind Roanoke, feeling eyes drawn to their entry. He follows her, feeling like a little child that clings to their mother as they enter. He tries to save face by winking at a girl with purple hair, putting on his most charming persona as he stands beside Roanoke.

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"H

ello everyone. Glad to see you all here.” Carolyn said, entering the main room and addressing the group of quiet young adults in front of her. This was the usual tone of the groups that she held for Commit Inc. The majority of the participants that came through the program were not excited to be there and it made for a quiet first day.

“I am Dr. Carolyn Monroe. I am one of two directors for the Commit Inc. program, and I will be guiding you all through the program and helping you all make it to the altar at the end of your time here.” Her words were confident, but she wasn’t. When she had first started working for the company, the success rate of the program was very high. Almost all of the participants got married, and many of them stayed married after. But in the last few years things had changed. The participants were getting married less and less, and of the one that did get married, almost none of them stayed together. Carolyn saw it as a characteristic of the generation. But her bosses saw it as nothing more than a problem that they needed to fix, and subsequently made the solution Carolyn’s to find. And she had yet to find it. But she had hope that this group would be different. She picked every participant herself and matched them all on her own as well.

“Looking around the room, I see we are still missing someone. Hopefully they will join us shortly. Because the people in this room make up the group that you will be spending almost everyday with for the next two months, and one of them is your fiance.”
Frustration began to build in Carolyn as she realized one of the participants hadn’t arrived. Things were already starting off the wrong way, and if that participant didn’t show up, their match would be without a fiance and they would get all of their money without having to fulfill the contract of the program. That would be enough to put Carolyn in hot water with her bosses.

“I can see that most of you are uneasy about the idea of this program, but let me reassure you that it’s not as bad as it seems. So why don’t I ease some of your anxiousness and let you know who your match is.” She paused as she opened the file that she had brought with her. “Alright, we will do this by pairings.” she paused looking back up at the group. “When I call your name please stand. Once you and your match have both been called and have seen each other, you may sit back down."

Spoiler: matches

TBD and Roanoke
Jolon and Avery
TBD and Vicky
Nico and Isadora

After the announcements;
“Now that you are all familiar with each other and you know your match, please feel free to enjoy the rest of the day as you please. I will meet with you all tomorrow.” she gave them all a reassuring smile and headed toward the door.
Before she reached the door, it opened and the butler walked in. She continued toward him and gave a hushed order, “Text me as soon as the last participant arrives, and then bring her to my office.”

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Isadora’s rare and far between anxiety was going through the roof. It really shouldn’t have been, but after traveling for so long, and having all of this time to think, she had brought up some of the strangest scenarios she could think of. She never had anxiety about anything important, because to her stressing screwed with her mind set. But..... what if her ‘fiancé’ actually wanted to marry her forever? What if she ended up liking them and they didn’t like her back? What if she didn’t end up with a husband or wife by the end of this, and she lost the money to save Zac. What if-

“Miss? We’re here.” She was pulled out of her fifth spiral of the.... hour(?) when her driver announced they had arrived. Isadora thought he could sense how anxious she was, because he hadn’t spoken to her the whole time, but kept giving her concerned glances. She shook herself out of her muteness, and smiled at the driver.

“Right, of course. Thank you so much.” She said, handing him a tip before exiting the car. She pulled her two bags from the back of the car, which didn’t include her big ass purse she had taken in the back of the car with her. A friend from home had insisted she take it, as well as a taser, some pepper spray, and some other random things Isadora didn’t really pay attention too. As she pulled both bags out, she noticed a butler coming down from the mansion steps. He had his phone pulled out, typing in something before putting it away and offering his hand to her bags.

It took Isadora three very long seconds to realize what he was offering to do, before she seemed to jump slightly and hand him one of her bags. He didn’t seem to react much, except for leading her into the house. “The director would like to speak to you, if you’ll follow me.” Isadora couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at that. Day one and she was already in trouble. Fantastic. It was probably because she was late, but hey it wasn’t her fault there was traffic from a wreck.

She followed the man into the building, following him through hallways till she was definitely lost. He brought her through the mansion until they reached a door, presumably the directors office. The butler then left with her bags, leaving Isadora to enter the office. “Here we go...” She muttered, knocking on the door, unsure if she was supposed to just walk in or knock, but playing it safe.
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Vicky Olson

The room was slowly getting filled with people. Vicky greeted everyone with a smile and nod but her posture was still pretty tense. What was this all going to be like? There were so many different types of people and if her count was correct, they were one girl short. Was it...on purpose? Or was she late? Many thoughts have flooded Vicky’s head. But more than girls, she was focused on the guys around her.

One of these men was the person she was supposed to marry. By the looks of it, she had her personal preference but she had to wait anxiously for what was going to happen next. People seemed to be equally nervous as she was. Good. She wasn’t being weird. As she crossed her legs, she intertwined her fingers around the upper knee to keep the legs from rocking.

And then it happened. A lady entered, the Director. So things were getting serious now. Grip of her hands around her knee tightened. She was about to find out who her perfect match was. How did it even work? How did they know that the exact two people were right for each other? Vicks has always believed that there should be chemistry involved. But this...this seemed like a whole different type of science at work here.

Dr. Monroe started to read names. Vicky’s heart was beating faster and faster now, until she heard it. “Victoria Olson.” She stood up and looked around. To be quite frank, she blacked out until she heard her name so she was not really able to say who was already taken. But she stood up just to hear another name. “Theon Carter.” Vicks was looking around to meet his eyes and once she did, she smiled softly at him. Yeah, okay…not…not bad, right? Quite the contrary, she had to say. Though she was wondering what he thought about her. What his first impression of her was.

Once the Director left, the room went silent. Vicky was chewing on her lower lip. Disgusting bad habit of hers. She now knew her fiancé. How did this change things for her? A LOT! She was…getting married. Now it just became real. Until this very moment, she could just pretend it was all just a game or something. But now there was a real man that was supposed to tell her his vows in two months. But…would he? She was willing to go through with it. The money was an amazing motivation. But was he going to do that as well? What would happen if she was in but he was not? Her head turned into a whirlpool of thoughts and Vicky needed to cut the crap immediately.

Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked up to him. “Hey.” she said quietly with a soft smile sitting on her face. “I’m Vicky.” she introduced herself and extended her hand towards him.

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ico sat and watched more people filter into the room, giving a head nod to anyone who acknowledged him. Everytime a girl walked in, he would pay a bit more attention and his stomach would turn, “Is she my fiance?” When an older woman entered the room Nico sat up straight, “She must be the director the butler mentioned.”

As the woman, Dr. Monroe began to talk, Nico became solely focused on her words. This was it, this was when he would find out who his fiance would be. Who he ended up with was the key factor in all of this working out the way he wanted. He wanted to get married regardless, so he could get his money, but who he would marry dictated just how easy or hard this whole situation would be. Was too much to hope that he could get paired with someone who he got along with or better yet, someone who had the same intentions as him for this program.

As the director began naming the couples, Nico sat forward in his seat trying his best to contain the anxiety that was growing within him. He watched as person after person stood, his heart beating fast every time a girl stood. But at last his name was called. He stood and heard the name of his fiance, but no one stood. The director had mentioned that they were missing someone...and just his luck, it was Nico’s fiance.

Nico listened as the director finished speaking and then watched her leave the room. Confusion began to replace the anxiety that once filled him. “What am I supposed to do?” he thought looking around the room and seeing the couples start to size each other up. He walked to the doorway where the butler stood and cleared his throat before speaking, “I need to speak with the director, where did she go?”

The butler explained that Dr. Monroe had left for her office. “Take me to her office please.” Nico said more so as a demand than a request as frustration began to take over as his primary emotion. The butler obliged and he led Nico through the house and to a door with the director’s name on it. The butler pointed at the door when they arrived, then without a word he left Nico standing there alone.

Nico knocked on the door and waited for a response. When he got one, he opened the door and entered the office. Once inside, he didn’t wait for a greeting before speaking his mind, “My fiance isn’t here. You called our names and saw only me stand, why didn’t you address it? What am I supposed to do now?” he said, the words seeming to just fall out of his mouth.

Nico Wright

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[unscripted]

N

ot long after reaching her office, Carolyn heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” she said loud enough for the person on the other side to hear. When one of the young men entered her office, she gave him a smile. But before she could say a word, he began speaking. His face showed frustration and his words matched. She waited for him to finish and take a couple breaths before responding.

“Please have a seat.” she said calmly to the young man. A quick look at the open group file in front of her told her who was sitting in front of her. He was the man whose fiance had yet to arrive. “Nicolas I’m very sorry for the misunderstanding.” she started, closing the file in front of her and folding her hands on the desk. After announcing the couples to the group, it hadn’t even dawned on her to speak to him about his missing fiance, her mind was so focused on finding out where this young girl was.

She leaned forward in her chair, “I’m also very sorry that I didn’t speak with you before leaving the main room. I was in such a hurry to arrive back here and try to figure out why your match has not arrived that I rushed off without thinking of speaking with you.” She gave the boy a small smile, hoping he would understand. It was already bad enough that his fiance hadn’t arrived and Carolyn still didn’t know if or when the girl would show, but if he decided to quit the program and leave because of this, she would surely be in trouble with the higher ups.

As she waited for the boy’s response, her phone vibrated on the desk. She quickly grabbed it and read the screen, a feeling of relief washing over her. She put the phone down and looked back up at Nicolas, “It seems your fiance has just arrived. She should be joining us here shortly.” she smiled.

In almost no time since getting the text message, there was a knock on her door. She looked at the boy, “That must be her.” she said before directing her gaze behind him to the door. “Come in.” she said loudly.

She waited for the door to open and the girl to enter the room, ”Please have a seat." she began, “It’s a bit upsetting that you were late, but at least you're here now.” she said as she reopened the file on her desk, scanning it for the girls name. “Welcome to Commit Inc. Isadora.” she said before giving a simplified version of the speech that she had previously given to the rest of the group. She kept the speech short, remembering Nicolas had already heard it. “Things actually couldn’t have worked out better,” she said looking at the girl, “this gentleman here, just so happens to be your fiance here.” she said waving her hand at Nicolas. “Nicolas, Isadora. Isadora, Nicolas.” She said sitting back in her chair.

She waited for them to greet each other before rising from her chair. “I’m glad that everyone has arrived and you two have met. But if you will excuse me, I have some work to do. I will see you both tomorrow when I meet with your group.” she spoke as she walked to the door of the office, opening it for them to take their exit.

Dr. Monroe

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Swearing she heard some chatter just before the director said ‘come in’, Isadora found herself right as she walked through the door and found another person sitting across from the director. She sat down as instructed, and almost winced at being told it was upsetting she was late. Almost. She was glad she didn’t, honestly.

She didn’t try to say anything as the director explained; Isadora got the impression she was a ‘do no harm, take no shit’ type of woman. She kept glancing at the man next to her, wondering who he was. Was this her fiance? If so, if so, she’d be ok with that. Wow, that sounded really shallow. But that wasn’t her point. Her point was, that if all else failed, at least he was attractive.

Isadora was once again proven correct as the director gestured to... Nicolas. His name was Nicolas, then. “It’s nice to meet you, Nicolas. I’m sorry about being late, traffic was ridiculous.” She explained, holding out her hand momentarily for him to shake. She then looked to the door as the director said she had some work, and nodded. “Yes, of course. Thanks for understanding.” She said, with a nice smile before walking out of the room and turning to Nicolas.

“Um, hello, I guess. I’m Isadora. It’s nice to meet you.” She said simply, tapping her fingers against her palm nervously. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to the person she was supposed to marry, but then again, that’s normal she guessed. Since the director had dismissed them without any further instructions, Isadora guessed that they had the day off, which was nice.
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avery.

There were only three other people in the room when she arrived, but it didn't take long for everyone else to arrive. Well, mostly everyone, she realized as she counted them. Seven, not eight. Was there something going on? A secret twist to the plot none of them knew about? That would be unfair to someone. Probably her, with her luck... No, wait, there were four guys and three girls. It'd be unfair to one of the guys. Was she overthinking things? Probably.

One guy walked in, not saying a word as he found a chair to sit in. Then two more people walked in, a guy and girl together, both of them taking up space next to the wall. The guy shot a wink in her direction, and she couldn't help the light blush that appeared on her cheeks. It was a foreign sensation, feeling as though someone was flirting with her, but wasn't that the point of all of this?

Blowing out a breath, Avery glanced towards the door just as the director walked in. The woman introduced herself as Dr. Monroe, one of the two directors. She didn't exactly come off as friendly, but not unfriendly, either. Avery found a seat on a couch, and listened intently to the speech as she settled back against the fluffy cushion behind her. When she started calling out names, Avery leaned forward, standing when she heard her name.

It surprised her that her match was the guy who'd winked at her. Feeling her heart rate pick up some, Avery shoved the foreign feeling aside, waiting until the doctor had excused herself before standing. A few others stood as well, but Avery only had eyes for her fiance. She drew in a shaky breath and decided to approach him and the girl he'd walked in with, offering both of them a smile and a small wave, similar to the one she'd given upon entering the room.

"Hey." She glanced between them, her eyes finally landing on Jolon. "I'm Avery."

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[dog_teeth]

Roanoke

Location: Meeting Room
Mood: Cautious
Interactions: Avery, Jolon, Tobias
With: x
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Roanoke breathes slowly, keeping her eyes closed as she counts. Four in, hold for four, four seconds out, she instructs herself, her chest rising and falling as she repeats the exercise. She tries to ignore the feeling of eyes on her, knowing that it was just her nerves attempting to alarm her, and no one was probably actually looking. She does her best to look unflinching when she hears the hinges of a door grind against each other, and she opens her eyes to see an elegant but aging woman. She doesn't notice how dry her throat is or how many knots her stomach has twisted itself into until Dr. Carolyn says her name, along with the other. Tobias.

It's a nice name, one she rather likes as a matter of fact, but that fact does little to comfort her when she stares at her fiance, his phone and earbuds in hand. It hadn't been a very good impression on her when she'd first walked in, seeing him engrossed on his phone, but she'd done her best to keep neutral. It might have been him to be her fiance, and it might have not been. But now, with it officially said and done, there is no denying that he is the one she's been arranged with. She gulps slowly, trying to ignore the fact that she feels like she's staring a bear in the face without any weapons in her hands, and pushes herself off of the wall. She notes that Jolon is almost completely the opposite of her (as per usual) with his entire body radiating nerves and joy and excitement all at once, reminding her of her distant neighbor's Golden Retriever's endless joy when she comes by to visit. The girl-- Jolon's intended, as odd as it is to think for her eternal bachelor of a friend-- Avery, comes over and greets her with a nod. Cool, it's swift, it's calm, it's doable. She's alright in Roanoke's books. With a slight smile, Roanoke returns the greeting and subtly drifts away from the pair. She briefly thinks about how it's somewhat a shame that she'll miss their interaction, with Jolon being the... well, unintentional flirt and goof that he is, but she has more important things to attend to right now.

More important things like her... her fiance. It's strange, walking over to this stranger, knowing next to nothing about him besides the color of his phone, and knowing in the same span of time of learning such a trivial fact that they're engaged. She doesn't know whether she wants to run, pretend she's anywhere else in the world, pretend he doesn't exist, or pretend she doesn't exist. But she isn't going to let her hesitation or her first impressions of him get in the way. She's going to try, as much as it makes every inch of her body taut at the thought of approaching him, but she's never allowed fear to hold her back. Not anymore, and not today. She is going to try, and see how it goes. One breath in, one breath out. Relax her shoulders, put on a friendly but small smile, and speak calmly.

"Hey," she says, ignoring the slight strain in her voice as she gulps again to try and fight off the nerves that attempt to resurge. "I'm Roanoke. Nice to meet you."

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Jolon
fire destroys but cleanses

location: meeting room

with: Avery, Roanoke

tags: apolla

outfit: x

His heart's beating a mile a minute, waiting like this. He glances around for a clock, wondering how long they've been waiting even though he knows they've only just arrived, searching for a distraction. He wishes he could mess with Roanoke again, maybe poke fun at her or snap a rubber band at her, but he knows acting overly familiar in public when she's like this would only get him a serious beating. Not that irritating her wouldn't have the same end result, minus actually hurting her feelings. So he settles on counting the flaws in the paint on the ceiling instead. Huh, he thinks to himself, glaring at the impeccable paint. No flaws to find in it anyways. Seems the universe is yet again determined to passive-aggressively flip him off.

Thankfully, the door opens and Jolon stands straight with joy at not having to stare at a regrettably blank ceiling to attempt to soothe his nerves. He listens patiently, forgetting to breathe as Dr. Carolyn begins listing off names. He can hear nothing but Dr. Carolyn's voice and the harsh, swift beating of his heart. His fiancee is the girl he winked at. The universe finally decided to make his fate, well... fateful for once. She'd been the first he'd noticed when he entered the room, and now they are promised to one another. It almost sounds like the plot of a sappy soap opera he used to watch when he was still in college and would break into Roanoke's apartment to watch it when he got in one of those moods where he eats a whole tub of ice cream by himself and winds up spooning a cold pillow. Avery, his mind repeats, his eyes flickering over to his new fiance-- by the stars he feels he may never get used to saying it-- as his heart skips a beat when he sees her staring too.

Oh stars, he thinks to himself when she stands up and smiles with a wave, walking over and greeting both he and Roanoke. This just might not be as bad as I thought it might.

"Hello," he says, unable to keep his grin from splitting wider than he had intended as he offers his hand to Avery, intending to give her a respectful kiss to the back of her hand. "It's wonderful to meet you, Avery. I'm Jolon."

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[_amaranth_]

Vicky Olson

Saying that her heart was almost jumping out of her chest would be an understatement. Vicky, usually cool and calm, laid back and confident, was now feeling like a school girl, called up to the board and not sure what the questions will be. The walk towards her fiancé felt endless and her legs were turning into jello. ‘Get your shit together, Vicks, come on, it’s just a man.’ she repeated to herself this whole time.

The first thing she realized was that he was tall, much taller than her which she usually enjoyed about men. Overall, he was handsome and Vicky found that she was truly relieved. Not that it was her most important requirement but having an attractive fiancé could be something to make this situation a bit easier. And he was actually the kind of a man she liked. But what was he thinking about her? Did he like her? Was she at least a bit his type?

Vicky knew she had to go through with this. If for anything else, then to make her mom happy. And then there were the money. Vivian’s, her little pastry place, needed a major upgrade. Sure, it worked and it was enough. For now. But if Vicky ever wanted to make that place really boom, this was her chance. Her no-good father took almost everything from them after her parents got a divorce and even though he tried to stay in contact with his only daughter, Vicky couldn’t bring herself to take that call. Not now. And probably not ever. So, agreeing with an arranged marriage it was.

When he accepted her hand, she exhaled softly. Good start, right? Introductions, check. Phew. Awkward. Never mind, right? Right??

"Theon- or, Theo. Whichever." he said and Vicky’s smile softened. "I like Theo more. A lot more actually." she said and let his hand go. For a few eternal seconds, they were quiet. She could see that he was not as excited as she was. Okay, she wasn’t excited but was at least trying to pretend. After all, they were going to spend weeks together, it couldn’t hurt to at least become friends, could it?

The thing was, they all, like everyone in the room, had some history and it simply didn’t seem right to ask about it. What was she going to tell him? That she was afraid of commitment? That she broke up with every guy who tried to get something more with her? That she just didn’t feel ready to have something more than a simply dating relationship? Well, good thing you’re here, girl. Congrats. This felt like a rollercoaster ride, getting from the ground up to the top in three seconds. And her stomach felt as if on the rollercoaster as well. Last time she felt like this was when she was in Florida, visiting Universal Studios and went to a Hulk ride. She almost fainted there. "So, where are you from?" he asked and Vicks looked up from rubbing her Deathly Hallows tattoo, as she always did when she was nervous. "I’m…from the other side of the city actually." she said quietly and sighed. Now she was supposed to return the question. And they would have this ping pong match of the basic questions like where they were from, how old they were, what did they do, blah blah blah…

"Okay…this is…awkward." she chuckled nervously. "What can I do to make this less weird?" she asked and looked up, offering her signature crooked smile with the right corner lifted up. Was she trying too hard? Probably. But then again, she really didn’t want to spend weeks going around each other and just glare and shrug and exchange polite phrases.

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no one yet

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N

ico sat and listened to the director explain her oversight to him. His frustration relaxed but didn’t disappear. When he opened his mouth to speak, he stopped before a sound came out. His attention, as well as the directors, was captured by her cell phone vibrating on her desk. He waited for her to read it, and then she told him that his fiance had arrived.

Instantly, Nico’s anxiety heightened and his palms started to sweat. “This is it.”, he thought, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was about to be engaged. Only moments before he was frustrated because he thought his time was being wasted, but now he was nervous to meet the girl he would be marrying in a couple months time. Well that was if she liked him. “Will she like me?”, he worried. He hadn't even thought about that before. He had been so wrapped up in his own feelings that he hadn’t even considered that this whole situation could be dictated by his fiance.

His worrying came to an abrupt halt when he heard a knock at the door. He watched the director open it and then, next thing he knew, his fiance was seated next to him. He listened as Dr. Monroe spoke to the girl. Isadora. That was what the director called her, and moments later it was confirmed when the redhead introduced herself and offered her hand. Nico tried his best to discreetly wipe his hand on his pants before shaking Isadora’s hand. When he did shake it, he also took his first real look at her. He relaxed a bit when he saw her face. She looked friendly and was giving him a kind smile. He returned the smile as he shook her hand, and then turned his attention back to the director. Dr. Monroe walked them to the door saying that she was busy, and Nico rolled his eyes before exiting the office with Isadora.

Once they were in the hall, she spoke first and Nico noticed how nervous she was. It was a welcome sign, making him not feel so bad for his nerves. He tried his best to relax and be his normal self. “You can call me Nico, only people that don’t know me call me Nicolas.” he said with a smile. Remembering that she had just arrived he continued, “Your really not as late as Dr. Monroe made it out to be. And you didn’t actually miss much really, just a bunch of sitting around awkwardly in a room with the rest of our group.”

The group. He had almost forgotten about them. He had wondered for a moment what things were like back in the room with everyone meeting each other. Then he realized that he was actually glad to have met his fiance like this instead of in that room. There was no one else's nervous energy, and he had gotten to go through his nerves in a more private setting.

Looking around he tried to remember the path he had taken to get to the director’s office. “I only got here not too long ago myself, so I don't really know my way around this castle.” he laughed slightly. “Do you remember how you got to the office?” he asked.

Nico Wright

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avery.

The girl that Avery had greeted returned her smile and wave with a pair of her own, and then slipped away from them, leaving the purple haired girl alone with her fiance. She hadn't said the word out loud yet, but even thinking it sounded weird. Had her parents really set this up, or was this some sort of weird dream? Was she going to wake up, still single and alone, in her bed back home? Sliding her hand down her hips, she moved her fingers to her thigh and pinched, jumping slightly at the pain she'd caused herself.

Nope, not a dream.

"Hello. It's wonderful to meet you, Avery. I'm Jolon."

Her lips parted in surprise as he took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips to plant a soft kiss on the back of it. Her blush from earlier returned, deeper than before, and she scoffed lightly. Realizing the sound may have come off as rude, she quickly tried to cover it with a distraction: a mock curtsy. Laughing, she came back up, her eyes meeting his. "Jolon." She repeated, tilting her head slightly to look at him. "The pleasure is mine."

Not wanting to stare, she glanced around the room, watching as the others started to interact as well. Moving to stand beside him against the wall, she turned her head to look at him from the side, realizing that he was just as nice to look at from this angle. "Tell me something interesting about you." The words came out before she could stop them, but she really wanted to know this man, especially if she was supposed to marry him.

"I'll start. If we were on a road trip and our tire blew, I can change it in under two minutes." She paused, then grinned. "If I'm being speedy, of course." Wondering why she'd gone to that fact. It definitely didn't make her seem girly. The phrase 'one of the guys' ran through her mind again, and she quietly sighed. "I also have a weird obsession with hair." Okay, time to shut up, Av!

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Isadora smiled as ‘Nicholas’ told her to call him Nico. It was less formal, it was kinda nice. She definitely didn’t want things between her and her literal fiance to be awkward. That would be worst case scenario, honestly. She let out a short laugh at his reassurance that she wasn’t that late, and nodded. ”Then I suppose I should be thankful that I missed it, huh?” She said in a joking tone. Her nerves died down, and her posture straightened a little as she realized ‘oh hey, this is human being who’s just as nervous as me.’

She kept her grin as he asked if she remembered where she went to get here. “Well, I do. But I came straight from the door, so I’m not sure how close to the room with everyone else it is.” She said, almost sounding like she was talking out loud to herself rather than to someone. She could recognize the halls and the decorations of the halls, as well as there fact that she just had a really good sense of direction. Sailing for most of your life did that to a person, you know? Isadora very rarely got lost.

“So, we just have today off? To get to know each other and stuff?” She asked, before wondering what the whole schedule would be. Would there be double dates with them and other people, or would it always just be her and Nico?

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r. Monroe said that we had the day free, so I guess we can do whatever we want.” Nico said with a bit of uncertainty in his voice. He hadn’t really thought about what to do for the rest of the day since it was still early in the afternoon. But he didn’t have to think too long before his stomach answered for him. A semi loud groan came from his stomach and Nico tried to think back to the last time he had eaten. “The airport in San Diego?” he questioned himself. He looked around the hall before turning his attention back to Isadora, “Since we don’t know our way around why don’t we look for the kitchen? I’m starving, and I’m sure I could make something good for us and anyone else that may be hungry.” he noted before starting down the hall.

He walked with a bit of a pep in his step as they traversed the mansions halls, looking inside the different doors they came across. He was looking forward to being in the kitchen, that was where he was most comfortable, and cooking was one of his main ways to get out of his head and express himself. Plus, he considered his cooking skills as being the most impressive thing about himself, and was one of the things he always used to impress girls. He took a quick look at Isadora as they walked, would she be impressed?

When they finally found the kitchen he took a look around trying to get an idea of what they were working with. He was not disappointed by what he saw. Like the rest of the mansion the kitchen was huge. He looked at his fiance, “This is nice!” he said, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. He walked to the pantry and opened the doors to take a look and upon seeing it fully stocked, a big smile crept onto his face. He headed to the refrigerator next. That too was fully stocked.

He looked back at Isadora and realized his excitement probably seemed a bit crazy, “So just to explain a bit of my excitement…” he started as he walked to the sink to wash his hands, “I’m a chef. So cooking is my thing.” He finished his explanation with a small laugh as he finished washing his hands. He wiped his hands dry and gave her a smile, “I can make almost anything. So, any requests?” he asked?

Nico Wright

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[dog_teeth]

Roanoke

Location: Meeting Room
Mood: Cautious
Interactions: Tobias
With: x
Tags: crumb5381

Roanoke's shoulders ease a little when he takes her hand in a friendly shake. Aware of the awkwardness of standing when talking to a seated person, she quickly grabs a nearby chair and sits down on it, taking a second to card her hand through her hair that she's certain became a little wild along the way. Thankfully she hasn't scared him off yet, in fact he seems rather calm to her, though she detects a speck of discomfort in him. But he's polite and doesn't seem so bad now that she's gotten over the initial introduction phase. Hesitance wracks her as she stares at him, uncertain of how to act, and uncertain if she could potentially live with him for the rest of her life. If he would even choose to do so. Hope, that dogged optimism that refused to die throughout the years despite life's attempts to smother it, tells her that she might be able to live a happy life with him, and if not, then at least a comfortable one. For once, money wouldn't be such a problem for her. Even if he didn't choose her--to remain with her-- the reward for going through with the program would be enough to keep her in the black for a few years. But that hope, that desire, that optimisim craved for something more than a life of comfort and loneliness, only marginally better than her already solitary life. She swallows, hoping it would drown out that feeling too. She doesn't need such an emotion to bury itself into her heart only to leave a hole in it later. She breaks eye contact with him, trying not to stare for too long. I've only known him for a few minutes and suddenly he's all I can think about, she thinks to herself so suddenly that she has to clamp her mouth shut from laughing aloud at the absurd notion. Even if those thoughts are far from romantic, and perhaps a little selfish, it's still amusing to be so caught in such a loop. Since when did she ever worry so much? It's nothing like her, and it makes a grin spread across her face and crease the dimples at the corners of her mouth.

"So why are you here?" He asks, pulling her out of her mind.

"I could ask you the same," she says, feeling more comfortable and a bit more like herself. "I'm here because my mother signed me up without my knowledge, since she figured the only way to get me to marry someone would be to arrange it," she explains, fighting off a nervous blush at the ending, unused to talking about herself and the subject of wedding. She shakes it off as quickly as she can, aware of how ridiculous her embarrassment of the subject is. "It was also a nice way for her to line her own pockets," she murmurs, her brow furrowing a little at the memory. "But I figured I'd go through with it since she's not entirely wrong, even if why she did it makes me mad... anyways, what about you? What's your story for winding up here?"

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Jolon
fire destroys but cleanses

location: meeting room

with: Avery

tags: apolla

outfit: x

Jolon revels in the blush he brings to Avery's cheeks, unable to stop his smile for quirking mischievously. He hurries to detach himself from her when he hears a scoff from her, suddenly aware that his enthusiasm may not be wholly appreciated from someone who knows so little about him. A fact he will have to rectify soon.

"Tell me something about you," she says to his surprise, and his smile warms when he figures her scoff must have been from nerves, seeing as she's more eager to know him than unnerved by his actions. He listens to her, equal parts surprised and pleased to hear her handiness. He wouldn't have guessed it from the way she looked, feminine and dainty in a way that made him feel her to be fragile in a sense. Or perhaps he was just blindsided by the newness of her unique capability, being previously spoiled by Roanoke's car-wise cluelessness and the general disinterest of most of the girls he'd ever dated in anything that could get them dirty. Whatever the reason it may be, it intrigues him and he finds himself all the more curious about his fiancee.

"I also have a weird obsession with hair." Jolon subconsciously runs his hand through his hair when she says it, as though checking to make sure that it isn't mussed from the drive over.

"Is that so? How's my hair, then? Does it surpass your standards?" He says with a jovial tone, leaning down slightly to show off his hair, and in a subtle invitation to inspect it. He wonders, fleetingly, if she would actually touch his hair, or if it would be considered weird or too pushy, or overly flirtatious. Is it too forward? People have said that he's too overtly friendly at times, and it makes him wonder if this is one of those times when he stomps over social boundaries and uses it as a jumping rope. Or is he just overthinking it, as his sister says he is oft to do? He's uncertain, and the sudden nervousness that shoots through him at his potential blunder prompts him to speak again, and he fumbles his way past an embarrassed blush.

"As for me, should we blow a tire on a road trip a second time, I can find over thirty-two ways to start a fire for an impromptu cookout until help arrives."

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Having a day off without being pressured into anything actually sounded kinda nice to Isadora. She was about to ask what her fiance (was it weird to think of him as that at this point? I mean, that’s what he is) wanted to do, before a small groaning noise came from his stomach. She smiled shortly, the feature coming out as more of a smirk. ”Yeah, that might be best. Honestly, I haven’t eaten in a while either. I can’t eat when I’m in any sort of vehicle, besides a boat, ya’ know?” She asked, boarder-line rambling but not seeming to particularly care. She followed him down the hall, keeping eyes out for any staff, doors, or anything else that might look like the kitchen was close.

“Wait, you can cook?” She asked, seeming more curious than surprised. Don’t get her wrong, she knew that stereotypes where stupid and people could do whatever the hell they wanted, but it was still rare to find a guy that knew how to cook more than instant Ramen and scrambled eggs.

As they entered the kitchen, Isadora was almost taken aback by the sheer size of the kitchen. “Jesus, this place is bigger than my parents kitchen was.” she murmured. She turned to Nico as he said it was nice, and nodded slowly. “Yeah, it really is.” She ran a hand through her hair quickly, before looking over to see what Nico was doing. He seemed to be checking how stocked it was, and he didn’t seem disappointed, she smiled shortly at it. He was acting excited, and honestly she was thrilled that he was passionate about something. She’s met too many people, male and female, who had absolutely no drive.

She nodded as he explained his excitement, and crossed her arms just because it was comfortable. “A chef? For real? Damn, I might have to marry you right now.” She said, smiling amusedly. “As for requests... um, I’ve never really been gifted in the culinary arts except for a family recipe or two.” Both from her grandpa. Both were seafood. And both brought back really sad memories, if she was honest. “So I honestly have no idea? What do you think is your best dish?"

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avery.

A weird obsession with hair? Really, Avery, that's what you decide to disclose? Jesus, no wonder you're single. The thought kept appearing in her mind, though she felt like it would have happened no matter what she said. Though technically, she reminded herself, she wasn't single anymore. Everyone had walked in this room single (she hoped), and would walk out of it engaged. It was a weird thought, to be engaged, but it wasn't an unwelcome one. After all, just because her dating history sucked and lacked in most departments didn't mean that Avery was not welcome to the idea of actually being with someone.

And the guy in front of her didn't seem to mind, either.

"Is that so? How's my hair, then? Does it surpass your standards?" The guy in front of her actually leaned down some, as though he was waiting for her to inspect his hair. Her hesitation was fleeting, as the nerves were starting to leave her body, and she was starting to feel mostly like herself again. Reaching up, she raked her nails through his hair, surprised to find that it was indeed as soft as it looked. Not flaky, and thankfully, nothing fell out of it. (She has some weird friends, okay?) Oh, and the best part-- it was actually his.

A grin spread on her lips as she dropped her hands from his hair. "Your hair is almost as amazing as mine." She told him as he straightened, filling her in on a fun fact about him. "Over thirty two?" She questioned, her eyes widening some, but a playful look on her face. "Well, that just means we'll have to go on alot of trips. Tell me you can cook in a real kitchen, too." She laughed again, glancing back up at his hair. Her own was her weakness, though she didn't hide that fact, not really. She loved her hair being played with, and made sure to keep it soft and fun, even though she did color it often.

Biting her lip for a moment, she tilted her head. "So tell me... how did you end up here?"

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OOC: rip me fancypost broke

Jolon sighs, a happy, relieved sound when she reaches up and her fingers ghost through his hair. Thank the stars she didn't find that too weird, he thinks to himself, feeling the tension knotting his shoulders wash away at her touch. A happy smile eases onto his face as he stands straight again, and he finds his eyes flickering over her purple hair. Was her hair soft, or was it silky? Was it naturally straight, or would he someday see it curled or wavy?

"I can cook anything you want and more," he says, his grin widening at the curious look on her face, "... provided that it isn't spaghetti. I still haven't figured out the timing for boiling it yet." He grimaces, remembering all of his past spaghetti mishaps... and shivers at the memory of that one time the spaghetti had boiled for too long and became part of the water.

"So tell me... how did you end up here?" He pauses at her question before a warm smile wrinkles his eyes.

"I'm here to pay off a debt to my sister," he says, feeling jovial even at the memory of his beloved little sister. "Though I have to admit, I'd be glad to be here with you even without a debt to pay," he says with a wink, ignoring the distant voice of his conscious considering if that was perhaps too flirtatious, even if he meant it. Roanoke always did say he held his heart on his sleeve and gave it a bit too readily, but it was a risk he was willing to take. A risk he'll keep taking if it means he finds someone who loves him even with his faults.

"How about you? What deep and dark whim of the universe gave me the opportunity to meet someone as lovely as you?"

 

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Adam Wade

The room was quiet. Possibly too quiet, considering that there were six other people in there with Adam. He was looking around and to his surprise, none of them looked as satisfied and balanced as he was. Hm, weird, why would they be so gloomy though? Adam didn’t really understand how someone didn’t like this idea. For what it was worth, they were going to find him the perfect bride. And he didn’t have to go searching through bunch of girls who only liked him for money and status. And he was going to do his best to show the girl he was a good choice.

Looking around though, something was off. He only saw three girls and there were four guys. Either someone was super late or got cold feet…he was certainly hoping that his fiancée was there. His eyes scanned through the girls present and were trying to determine whether and which one of them was his lady. They were all completely different.

Adam flashed a charming smile at them, whether they saw it or not. And if he had to be honest, he was probably the one who was the most balanced, the most confident there, or at least it looked that way. Nervous drumming of fingers, lip biting, rocking of legs…it was all there.

Thank god his stream of thoughts was interrupted by a lady entering the room. It was clear immediately that it was not the last girl and the spark of doubt was ignited in Adam again. Something was wrong. Someone didn’t come. What if it was his fiancée? What if he was going to stay alone there? What were they going to do? Was he going to be sent home? Father would definitely not be happy about it. This was Adam’s chance to get married to a woman that was meant for him. At least that was how he saw it. So if the girl reconsidered and cancelled her arrived at last minute…

His pure blue eyes hypnotized the woman, he was literally hanging on her lips as she was reading names and then she finally said his. And then the female name. Roanoke. Interesting name. Not something you hear every day. Adam started to look around and his eyes fell on the girl. He held that gaze and sent her a reassuring smile. She was very pretty. Maybe a little bit shy but that was understandable. And Adam could barely wait for the director to stop talking as he was getting impatient to go and meet her. His concerns dissolved in the air. She was there, he didn’t have to wait or anything. For a moment, he noticed the guy who remained alone and really felt sorry for him. This was not pretty, not a good situation to be in. And the director didn’t even address the situation. Hmm, weird.

But Adam didn’t lose any more time and shot from the couch only to see that Roanoke was already approaching him. “Hi. I’m Adam. Adam Wade.” he smiled and offered a handshake. He looked down at her, as usual because with his height, there were not many people who were higher. Another smile lifted the corners of his mouth and he couldn’t stop looking at her. “But friends call me Ace…which…sounds so awkward now that I hear it but…yeah…Adam’s fine.” he rambled a little and pointed at the couch. “Shall we sit?” he suggested and mentally scolded himself for being so awkward. Suddenly, words got stuck in his throat and his initial babbling got him all nervous. All his confidence was gone and he rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling quietly. “Sorry…apparently I talk a lot when I’m nervous. Never realized it. Sooo…what brings you here?” he asked and got himself another mental slap for such an idiotic question.

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Roanoke dog_teeth

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F

rankie could feel the other people in the room’s anxiety. While he was unbothered and relaxed, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. Instead he stood at the window staring out and waiting for the group to be addressed. He had come into the program with an almost full understanding of how his time there would go. His older brother and sister had both been through the program and he remembered getting the full rundown of events when they had returned home from their retreats. He had even had his sister run him through it all one more time before leaving home.

Both of Frankie’s siblings had completed the program and gotten married to their fiance’s. And he had seen two different outcomes of the arranged marriages. His brother was the oldest and went through the program first. Him and his wife lasted a year and a half before deciding that they weren’t right for each other and divorcing. His sister attended the program two years after his brother. Her husband was a perfect match for her and they were living a happy life with their now two year old son.

Frankie didn’t have any expectations for the marriage he hoped to leave the program with. He knew the marriage alone would be enough to appease his parents, and that was all he could think of at the moment. When it came to divorce, Frank was indifferent, but he knew his catholic mother would be upset if that was the route it took. She hadn’t taken his brother's divorce well, and she was even more invested in Frankie’s life, since he was the youngest.

Frankie was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a woman's voice. He turned from the window and gave the woman his attention. When she introduced herself, he recognized her name. Dr. Monroe had been the director of his sister’s program. A small smirk arose on his face, maybe that would be good luck for his program and potential marriage. When the director began calling the names of the couples, he stood up straighter, hoping to make a good first impression on whoever his fiance would be. When she finally called his name, Frankie stepped forward and waited for his fiance to rise. When she did, Frankie examined her and gave a friendly smile. He listened to the last couple of names and watched the people rise awkwardly. Once the director finished up, he watched her exit the room and headed toward his fiance.

As he crossed the room Frankie examined the rest of the group, all still staring uncomfortably at each other. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle under his breath. He thought it was strange that everyone was acting so weird, yes they just randomly got engaged, but it wasn’t the end of the world, or even the program for that matter. When he arrived in front of his fiance, he gave her a large smile and did his best gentleman's act. “Hello. So nice to meet you. Vicky is it? I’m Frankie.” He offered his hand to her and waited for a reply.

Frankie Caruso

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[_amaranth_]

Vicky Olson

No need to say that Vicky’s heart was beating like crazy. When she heard her name and stood up, her eyes immediately started to scan the room. She heard the name but of course, had no idea who he was. But when she actually spotted him, she felt…relieved. There were two guys in the room that she liked immediately, solely based on what she saw and he was one of them. Was it just a coincidence or a sign that this could actually go better than expected? She saw him smiling at her and the corners of her mouth lifted as well. He seemed friendly and nice and for a moment, Vicks felt a spark of hope that the time spent here was not necessarily going to be the worst ever.

Though when she saw him approach, her heart started to pump even faster. ‘Come on, Victoria, what’s wrong? Just a guy. A regular guy. It’s not like you’ve ever been shy.’ Her mind was going ballistic on her, reminding her she never really had to be worried. Though now things were slightly different. She was…well, she was engaged now. The realization fell upon her, burdening her shoulders for a brief moment. Her ideas were always different. Somehow she always saw it like from some romantic movie, some big gesture, nice evening, a beautiful ring… And all she got now was an announcement. ‘Hey, Vicky, yo, listen up, this is your fiancé so…yeah…happy marriage.’ And she had her parents to thank for that.

But this was no time to ponder over her misfortune. Things could have been worse. Oh, they could have gone so much worse. At least he wasn’t pouting or frowning at her, quite the contrary. And when he spoke, his voice was kind and soft. And damn, was he tall or what? With her petite frame, Vicky really enjoyed her guys tall and the closer he got, the taller he seemed. “Yeah, Vicky. Victoria. Vicks. Whatever you like. My pleasure.” she smiled and took his hand. His voice was calm and confident which helped her to overcome her initial awkwardness. The handshake might have been a tad longer than it was usual but…they were engaged after all.

The first impression was pretty good. At least on Vicky’s side. There were many questions nagging at the back of her head. What did he think of her? Did he like her? Could she go as far and think about whether she was his type? He certainly was hers. And then, what are you supposed to talk about with a person you’ve just met and was supposed to marry? Especially in a room full of fresh couples who were dealing with exactly the same situation. Vicks assumed that the rest of the day was free. Or at least she hoped it would be. Not knowing what the program was for the next day, she somehow wanted to escape. With two other couples in the room, getting to know each other was kind of weird.

“Do you think…we could…or I mean…is there something…” For Christ’s sake, Vicky, what is wrong with you? She gave herself yet another mental scolding, took a deep breath and chuckled. “Okay, let me try again. Do you think we could go out? Of this room I mean. Go for a walk. Or a drink. Or something. Just feels weird to do…this…” she pointed at the two of them. “…with others around. That is if you don’t mind, of course.” she smiled and tucked her hands in the small pockets on her jeans.

It was difficult to say what was going to happen. Basically next to impossible. If he expected to get a loving wife from this, Vicky wasn’t sure she could give it to him. Especially with her history of being afraid of any kind of commitment. But she could certainly try and see where this all would lead.

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