Realistic or Modern Matching Day

[snakeyem12]

Noiz looks impatiently at his watch. One more hour. One more hours until I find out who's stuck with me. The party isn't actually that bad, and since they're all 18 and reasonably stressed, there's alcohol being passed round, and although some people are almost out of it, Noiz has only had one drink. They call this the "pre-exam" party, saying it's the last time you can really party for the next month or so. But everyone knows better, it's so you have a valid excuse to be drunk out of your mind if you're worried, or to just have friends around if you're nervous. Even though everyone knows they can't change their match, and their match will likely be the best person for them, almost everyone is still nervous. Noiz is only slightly nervous, more frustrated really, but for a much different reason to the rest of them. He's going to have to talk, nicely, to whoever he's matched with. He could try to ignore them, but he suspects that ignoring someone inside your head is a lot more awkward than ignoring someone in front of you. Especially when the people in front of you know not to talk to you, and the person in your head doesn't. He checks his watch again to see that only five minutes have gone by, this is going to be a long hour. He sees that some people are dancing, but decides to just stay leaning against the wall, away from the obnoxiously loud speakers.

 

[marorda]

In another corner of the room, also far removed from the speakers sat Lucy. She had her knees pulled up to her chin and watched the many other teens party, drink, and have fun. She didn't like parties, and she didn't like drinking. But attending this party was more or less mandatory, so she had no choice but to sit there and wait for it to be over. If she had a choice, she'd just be sitting in her room, or basically anywhere else, reading a book and listening to her own music. In not too much time, they would all suddenly be able to telepathically speak to their so-called "soul mates", the person they were likely supposed to spend the rest of their lives with. Lucy had never even bothered to think of romance, falling in love, or anything like that. She hadn't cared much, but now that the moment of truth was approaching, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Who would she be matched with? A guy? A girl? Someone she knew? Maybe she'd be matched to someone so far away that they would never meet. Maybe her soul mate was dead already? How would that work? Would her mind just remain silent while all others were happily or not-so-happily talking to each other? Only time would tell.

 

[FrankieLynn]

Griffin walks about the party, waving and having brief conversations with people he knows, but he isn't able to stand still for long. He grabs another drink and sips it casually while attempting to dance. He can not dance at all, but the group by him are too drunk to care. The male laughs and pushes his damp head back, off his forehead. He is too happy to be nervous, and, when the nerves creep in, Griffin simply finds another beer.


He begins to grow tired and doesn't want to pass out, so the teenager sits at one of the few tables and watches his drunk dance partners stumble about carelessly. Griffin stops drinking alcohol and steals a partially-empty water bottle from the place-mat before him. The music is so loud, the teenager can barely hear his own thoughts, but they do form in his head. He begins to wonder about the near future. Soon, someone in this room would be able the send messages to his brain. Griffin tries to practice positive thinking, worried his "soul mate" will think he is crazy. Well, he is quite crazy, but he didn't want him or her to know that. To them, his goal is to be a nice, rich boy. All the more reason to stop drinking and clear his head.

 

[AngelofMusic17]

Summer sits nervously fidgeting in a corner, drink in her hand. She usually doesn't drink but tonight it seems okay. She tucks a loose strand of her raven-black hair behind her ear, knowing that she should go fix the bun it has escaped from. She also knows that she should probably stop looking like the total loner she is and maybe try to mingle with some of her peers. However she doesn't want to be here and her mood is lower that usual; which is pretty low, so she decides not to do either of those things.


She sighs and gets up to slowly descend upon the place where others are dancing, loosing herself in the song that is currently playing. Trying to blend in.

 

[Halcyon]

Elliot

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Elliot stood a few feet away from a table, dusting off his leather jacket. On the table was stacks up empty soda cans. All around him girl hung. He had probably slept with them all, and never felt a single kind of connection, almost positive none of them were his soulmate. "Eliiii~ Hit the top one for me!" Said a girl wearing a rather short skirt cooed. Elliot laughed gently, flicking his knife open. "Anything for the future soulmate." He winked, playing the soulmate card. He swung his arm back and then forward, the knife hitting the can and stabbing it into the wall behind the table perfectly. While that girl swooned another pouted. "You said i was your soulmate!" She huffed, a pretty blonde this time. Elliot slung an arm around his shoulder and shook his head slightly. "It's not up to me who my Soulmate is ladies. Just remember that." He clicked his tongue slightly, reaching out and taking a sip of a random alcoholic beverage.

Ren

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On the other side of the room stood a small girl wearing pigtails. Those who didn't know her question why a 12 year old was at the party, however, the girl in a rather eye catching outfit was the same age as everyone else. She stood by the DJ booth, nodding her head along to the beat of the music and every once in a while asking the name of the current song playing and then writing it down so she could listen to it later. The DJ was more than welcoming and often let her change the lighting pattern in the room and the different pitches in the song. This was actually her first party she had been to and was having more than enough fun. An added bonus is that fact that in less than an hour she would have access to her soulmates voice, and hopefully she'll be able to see then too. Needless to say, excitement filled her as well as the fast paced music.

 

[snakeyem12]

Noiz decides it would be fun to try and find his match, he'll obviously get it wrong, but he can always try. His eyes sweep round the dance floor, skipping over any girls. He trusts matching enough to know he won't be matched with any of them. He doesn't recognise most people, which isn't very surprising. He spots a large group of girls, with a boy he knows standing in the middle. He knows he's hung around near him before, but can't remember the boys name. It's not like that matters anyway, the fact the boy is surrounded by girls is a good enough indicator that he's not an option. Noiz continues searching, eventually giving up and reminding himself that trying to guess is useless. He looks down at his watch again, 11:15. This is taking absolutely forever. A small flash of silver catches his eyes, so he begins heading towards the large group of girls until he can see what's going on, still keeping enough distance to not be noticed, he hopes, and grabbing a drink on the way. He sees the boy from before holding a pocket knife, and sits down close enough to see what he's doing.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Connor was having just a ball. Jumping around, starting and leaving mosh pits, most likely completely buzzed, and more or less making a fool of himself. Suddenly, he was ejected from the "dance floor" more commonly known as the living room. Stumbling to a stop, he turns and tries to worm his way back into the crowd, but that didn't work. They were so tightly packed, he simply bounced off of them. After that rather large failure, he gives up and turns to do whatever he decided to do in the near future. This was one of three things. Grab another drink, talk to someone, or use the bathroom. Option three was looking more and more appealing by the second.

 

[snakeyem12]

Noiz frowns, after watching the boy from close for a few minutes, he'd moved back to his corner, and now he'd been here for what felt like forever and was back to being thoroughly bored. He goes to check the time again, because he hasn't actually bothered checking since he came back to his corner, but this time he's interrupted by people yelling, "60, 59, 58 ...." Well, that answers that question. He thinks to himself. He doesn't join the cheering, even though most people do. Instead he studies faces, most people seem worried, some can be seen holding hands with their current partner, hoping fate will keep them together, of course there are different reactions, but those are the main two he sees. Noiz keeps his face blank. He is slightly nervous, yes, but he won't let that show. "30, 29, 28 ..." Well, no point in worrying. Noiz decides, leaning back against the corner.

 

[AngelofMusic17]

Summer sighs, the dance floor is crowded and she is beginning to feel claustrophobic. She just wishes that this could be over with so that she can meet her match and then go home and curl up in bed.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"20! 19!..." Connor changed along. His drunken mind was to caught up in the moment to think of what it all meant. After that night, he would be tethered to someone from that night on. He could choose someone else, but that would be a lot of work. First there would be that small part of his mind that someone else lived in, then there was the person in the other persons brain.

 

[FrankieLynn]

As the male sits alone at the random table, Griffin's mind begins to wander, thinking about the music, his last math test....why did delivery pizzas come with tiny tables..? What would his parents think of his match? Could they be disappointed if he or she wasn't wealthy?


The counting suddenly breaks though his thoughts, however, so the teenager jumps up with excitement. He joins the large group, counting down the seconds and punching the air with his fist. His, now dry, hair starts to get damp again as his movements become more and more dramatic. By the time "fifteen" is yelled out, Griffin is jumping up and down, trying to excite the stragglers he can spot about the room. Why didn't they think this was important? Sure, it was totally a hassle to get here tonight, planning out one's outfit and first words to his or her match.... But, now was too late to remain isolated. It was happening, whether they wanted it to or not.


Griffin grins at the others around him, counting as loud as he can and giving up on his attempt to influence the other students. He would let them be alone for 1/4 a minute. In seconds, they would be forced to participate.

 

[snakeyem12]

Noiz won't talk to his match first. He refuses. He's decided that he's going to wait for them to talk first so that he can see if he recognises their voice, because even if they don't know who he is instantly, he wants to know who they are. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1...." The room is suddenly quiet. Or at least quieter than it had been. Noiz examines everyone's reactions. Some of them that had been holding hands are now excitedly hugging and kissing. Others are flinching away from each other with sad looks on their faces. People who had come by themselves had stopped moving, probably talking to their match, and a few almost instantly started heading to various places around the room, probably to meet up with their match. Noiz just waits for his match to talk to him, hoping they aren't as stubborn as he is.

 

[AngelofMusic17]

Summer bites her lip and looks around, nervously. As much as she, secretly, wants to meet her match but is too shy to try to start a conversation and so she just waits. She spots a deserted couch in the corner of the room and makes her way towards it. She takes a seat and pulls her knees into her chest; knowing that this makes her seem closed off but hoping that her match will look past that.

 

[FrankieLynn]

Griffin only grows nervous as the counting end. There is no more shouting, just the faint sound of people moving about the room at a steady pace. Some people seem instantly happy, but others, like Griffin, looks indifferent. His match doesn't speak immediately as he expects, but he is pretty eager to speak, himself. The teenager shakes his hair, taking the moment to think of something clever to thing. He could always go with a romantic approach, or open up with a question...


"Hello there! How's your day going, Match?"


Okay; he took the awkward route. It's fine though. Griffin believes his voice is still as friendly and welcoming as always. He scans the students around him, wandering if he will recognize the voice that answers him.


@AngelofMusic17

 

[AngelofMusic17]

Summer lifts her head from her knees as a voice pierces her thoughts.


"Hello there! How's your day going, Match?" it asks. Suddenly she feels nauseous, her nerves getting the better of her. She contemplates her answer, the question seems casual enough... However it's not an easy one. She could tell this person, her match, that this is possibly the worst day of her life, or, she could downplay it.


"Not bad, thanks." She thinks, she hopes her voice comes across with more power than what she thinks it did "How is yours?"


@FrankieLynn

 

[marorda]

As the countdown starts, Lucy lifts her head and looks around the room. No, she doesn't exactly feel all that excited. Is it because she is afraid of who her match might be? Or because she fears her match might have died already at some earlier point in their life, and that she will end up being alone?


"Whatever," she thinks to herself. "It's not like we can do anything about it anyway..."


As the countdown hits zero, she watches people rush through the room, trying to find their match. Others hug and kiss, and again others seem disgusted by their match. Would hers be that narrow minded too?


Still, Lucy doesn't quite feel like talking to her match. It's just... maybe she just felt like she wasn't ready for it yet. Or maybe it was the idea they had no choice in all of it. But there was only one way to find out who her match was, and that was talking to them.


"Sooo..... Hi, I guess?"


Well, that was off to a good start. Not.


@Beowulf

 

[Halcyon]

Elliot shifted from one foot to another. A few girls clung onto him, counting down. The boy couldn't help but grin as another girl winked at him from a distance. This is just great. Perfect. He would be perfectly happy with any women he got. Plus, they would be more than happy to be with him. Eli licked hi lips.


'5...' He flipped his knife in his hands.


'4...' He winked back at the other girl.


'3...' Eli turned on his heels, aiming the knife towards a soda can in a persons hand.


'2...' He pulled his arm back.


"One..." He mumbled under his breath, throwing the knife and pinning the soda can to the wall, dark sticky liquid dripping out.


'Hello pretty lady.' He spoke in his mind, smirking to himself as he walked over to the knife, pulling it out of the wall and wiping it off on his jeans.


'now where is my future wife at right now?' he asked his new match.


@snakeyem12

 

[snakeyem12]

Noiz laughs. Actually physically laughs. This must be the first time he's laughed since he was about 12. He spends about 10 seconds calming himself and wiping tears that have formed in his eyes before actually being ready to reply. People are looking at him like he's insane, which honestly he might be. He'd thought he wasn't drinking much but obviously he's a lot more tipsy than he thought he was. He takes a second to try and guess the voice. Was that the guy who had the knife earlier? The one he'd specifically looked at but thought he was straight? Noiz has to stop himself from laughing again, this is brilliant. "Hi Elliot," he says, the name coming to him "It's me, Theo." He knows that's a mean comment. Nobody knows his name, and he never talks so nobody knows his voice. He's basically just given the poor boy no information, but he doesn't care because he's happy and slightly excited because his match looks great and seems to think he's female so they may be slightly disappointed but who cares? They're stuck with him.


@Halcyon

 

[FrankieLynn]

Although the question was expected, Griffin knows merely answering this will follow with an awkward silence. How was his day going? Good? Good was so boring. He could repeat her answer, or even ignore the question completely. The male overthinks the simple, not to mention repeated, question in his mind, but he is careful to waste only five seconds doing so. Not answering back at all would certainly be the worst possible choice.


"Today has been pretty damn fun, but I'm glad the noise has quieted down... Uh, so, where are you? Are you looking at a bunch of drunk, emotional teenagers?"


The voice is unfamiliar to the teen, but he assumes it belongs to a female. His eyes scan the room, but there are many girls scattered about, some still with groups of friends. He sees a few alone, but he can't decide what type of personality his match has, just yet. Realizing she was probably looking for him, too, Griffin combs his hair back with his fingers and smooths his shirt out, though most of the wrinkles are incurable without an iron or steamer.


@AngelofMusic17

 

[Soviet Panda]

Connor at first didn't understand the barrage of emotions that came with the bond, and the sense of awareness of someone else in his head. Then something came across. It wasn't in words, but he had the feeling it was a hello. "Who just said hello?" he yelled, getting on his tows to look at the faces, trying to use his new sense of awareness to locate his partner.

 

[marorda]

Lucy glanced up as she heard the guy yelling. Who just said hello? Ehmm... everybody? Wasn't everyone talking to their matches now? Well... she wasn't. Hers didn't seem to be incredibly responsive... She... did have a match, right? Again the uneasy, somewhat fearful feeling of her not having a match creeped up upon her. But why did she worry so much anyway? The whole thing of matches was... weird... stupid... She shrugged and put her chin back on her knees.


@Beowulf

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Bloody hell. I know you're here somewhere." he said loudly, but directed more at himself this time. Perhaps that other lart of his head could help. "Oi, where are you? And why don't you say somethin'?" Now he was pushin his way through the crowd, trying to look at everyone. He had a feeling that he would know his march when he saw her. At least he was sure it was a her.

 

[marorda]

"Not saying anything? Well excuse me for your brain being deaf then..." Lucy replied in her mind. Great. She took the first step to say hello, her match failed to here it and now he's all acting like this? Well... seemed like she knew who it was... The same guy yelling and pushing his way through the other people trying to find her. Well, she had to give it to him, at least he seemed eager enough to quickly figure out who his match is.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Hey, he was starting to get the hang of this whole mind thingie. "Well excuse me for mind reading for the first time." he thought back. He was close, he was sure of it. But how close, and which one?

 

[Halcyon]

Elliot shoved one of his hands in his pockets, smiling to himself as she paced around the room, waiting for his match to reply. 'Hi Elliot' the voice spoke. It was a tad deep for a female but he wasn't going to judge. The boy bought his soda to his lips, taking a sip right when he heard 'It's me, Theo.' Eli was shocked, spitting soda out everywhere in front of him and getting some on a kissing couple on front of him. He gave a small smile, shrugging as if to apologize. He then looked around the room, is eyes scanning everywhere.


'this has to be some sort of mistake. You can;t be my match.' Elliot thought, shaking his head. He took a deep breath. He then ran his hand through his dark hair, backing up slightly. This is a nightmare. He needed some air. Elliot slammed down his can and turned on his heels. He then head out of the room and down the hall, bursting through the door and in the outside air. Is this a panic attack? He has a right to be freaking out about this... right?