Realistic or Modern The Selection IC

[Stardust Galaxy]

The Selection

Everyone, welcome to the IC thread!

Please be polite with everyone we don't want more drama than the one our characters have.

Beginning Setting:
Moving day to the respective house the government had chosen for the respective pairs. Have in mind that this is the first time our characters are going to meet and don't have any other information other than the package they received when they were 16.

Pairs:
Kyrah Romano ( apolla ) & Mark Anthony Gordon ( Eldarkon )
Olivia Green ( Stardust Galaxy ) & Matteo Gabriel Bianchi ( erzulie )
Vencensa Amori Sparks ( Angelofdarkness ) & Paz Iyan Zhang ( Aato )
Johanne Anne Moore ( ScarlettBean- ) & Leander Patton Shulman ( AnimeGenork )
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[Stardust Galaxy]

Olivia Green
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The day of the moving was the like the happiest day for Olivia, she dreamed of that day since she had knowledge of The Selection, she could still remember when she went to take the tests when she was sixteen while most kids were terrified and nervous she couldn't have been more excited and the day when she received the package was like she had already found her prince charming and her fairy tale was about to start, even if she had to wait two more years.
But the day finally came for her to leave her parents house and live with the person that was meant to be her soulmate. As emotional as Olivia was she couldn't hide her tears for having to leave her parents but she knew that moving out was the right thing to do, since the government thought that was the best for her and her future so she wouldn't go against their orders.
She arrived at her new home and realized she was the first one there, maybe she was, in fact, a little bit more excited than the rest, that she make sure to arrive early, she took a small tour around her new home and was mesmerized for everything the government choose for her and her soulmate, she couldn't wait until Matteo would arrive, she made sure to learn everything the package said about him and somehow she felt closer to him even if they haven't met before but even with that she wanted to know more about him, but she would take her time getting to know him, in fact, they had a life to get to know each other.
After she finished looking inside the house, she went outside to take a look at the houses that surrounded hers, she tried to imagine the people that would live there. Would they be someone from her hometown? Would she have close friends? She was quite sad that her friends that her friends were sent to different areas to live, she would miss them, but she had this idea that the other pairs that would be their neighbors would be lovely and nice to hang out, she started imagining all the gatherings they could make together just like her parents used to have when she lived with them. With a big smile on her face, Olivia was ready to start her new life.

Spoiler: Outfit

 

[Eldarkon]

Mark barely got any sleep, as he was up all night thinking. He thought about his parents and the stories that they told him about their selection. He thought about school and how all of his friends were exited to take part in the selection. He thought about what this future girl would look like, act like, and sound like. He thought about everything that lead up to this day and all the concerns he had about it. But regardless of how much he thought , it wouldn't change anything. Today was the day he was going to meet his future wife

Looking over at his beeping alarm clock reading 6 am, Mark sighed. Getting out of bed, he stood up and stretched, his hands almost touching the ceiling. Every morning Mark would do a workout and this morning would be no different. Falling to the floor, Mark started to do as many push-ups as he could without stopping. He had gotten quite good at this over the years, and could do about 100. This workout would be followed by a shower, then an omelette and protein shake breakfast. Then it was time to get dressed. Mark was really into fashion, so picking clothes was always a hassle in the mornings. Fortunately, since all of his clothes were being moved to the new house along with his instruments and other possessions, He had an outfit already picked out. Even though he was not necessarily looking forward to their first interaction, Mark did want to make a good impression nonetheless.

After getting dressed, Mark said his final goodbyes to his parents. "Make sure to call all the time" his mom said hugging him tightly "And make sure to have us over soon. I can't wait to meet this lucky lady". His mom gave him a wink. "Son, I hope that your romance turns out as good as ours" his dad said, pulling his wife close, giving her a kiss. Mark gave them both a warm smile "thank your for everything. Ill call you as soon as I get the chance". Mark then picked up a backpack that held a few of his small belongings. "I love you". Mark then got into his truck and opened the letter that government had sent him, reminding himself of the new address.

Mark then let out another sigh, this time with relief. "Never would I have guessed that I would actually feel relieved" he said. Even though the thought of marrying a woman that he had never met was kinda scary to him, he would at least be out of the house; free from his parents at last. Sure he loved his parents, but Mark liked the idea of privacy and independence of living by his own rules. "Ok, time to see how far away this house really is" he said, putting the address into the gps on his phone. Starting the engine, Mark was then finally off.


Arriving at his new home, Mark was impressed by the architecture. He loved the modern style, its sophistication yet simplicity. His things were already moved inside the previous day by the government. All he had to do was walk in. Although Kyrah had no arrived yet, Mark decided to tour the house. It was much larger than his parents house, and much nicer too. "looks like the government has rewarded one of us I guess" Mark laughed to himself. Walking into the sitting area, he noticed a grand piano out-looking into the backyard. Mark always wanted a grand piano, and ran over to it in excitement. Pressing a key, he was mesmerized. The sound was absolutely beautiful. He began to play some smooth jazz, completely forgetting why he was even there in the first place.

Spoiler: Jazz music

apolla







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[Angelofdarkness]

The day of the moving had come sooner than Ven had planned and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she lay in bed. The red head lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. Today's the day. Moving day... the day I met the boy meant to be my soulmate.

Ven rolled over onto her side debating on if she could just stay in bed all day. A nervous wreak Ven had finally sat down to ask her parents what their coupling had been like. They said it was nerve wreaking at first but that once they met it was like a fairytale.

Rolling onto her side Ven pushed the blankets off, and slid out of bed. Pulling her long copper red hair into a messy bun, she flipped threw her wardrobe.

Settling on a crimson off the shoulder, knee length dress and a pair of red wedge heels she grabbed her suitcase. "You keep in touch Amori. And do tell us about the man your paired with!" Her mother squealed as her father snapped a photo.

"You be safe baby girl. We love you." He whispered hugging Ven close.

I hope he's nice. She thought to herself as she got in the car - heading to her new house. She clutched the envelope in her hands tightly as she navigated the streets.

This is it. This is really happening... this is the moment my life changes. Today is the day I met the man the government thinks is perfect for me.

 

[Aato]

Paz

Paz hadn't slept the night before, more out of anxiety than anything. This anxiety wasn't positive or negative; he just couldn't help wanting to get on with it already. His mothers had doted over him all night, trying to soothe him and coax him into sleep. They continually reminded him that he needed rest as he was getting ready to take on quite the responsibility all while bringing him warm tea, burning lavender incense, and playing smooth jazz on low. Really, his room - for the last night it would be "his" - seemed more like it belonged in a massage parlor or spa. Eventually their efforts proved not to be in vain and he drifted to sleep...at least until that mug of tea had a need to escape his system. Luckily, he managed to get back to sleep on his own.

'Thrrr, thrrr, thrrr...' The phone on his dresser buzzed as its alarm rang repeatedly. Paz groaned as he turned over and his hazel eyes met the sunlight that filled the room. Grabbing the phone, he switched off the alarm before tossing it across the bed, then sat up with another groan. Knocks to the door quickly caught his attention and he saw Inez peak into the room before the slender, brown-skinned woman welcomed herself inside followed by her Asian wife.

"Good morning. Did you rest well, baby?" She asked as she came over and touched his shoulder.

He shrugged."Good enough, I guess," he said before stretching. Now that she was closer, he could see that her eyes were puffy, likely from tears, and while this mildly concerned him, he knew there was nothing to be done about the matter.

"Well, Pazzy, it's finally that time and a gentleman isn't late," Natasha stated as she looked to the watch on her wrist before her eyes returned to her family.

Inez nodded in agreement. "We just wanted to make sure you were up and feeling okay. Go ahead and get ready, and we'll see you downstairs soon."

With that, the two women left the room. He couldn't help a little simper crossing his lips, though it quickly faded when the reality of what he had to do returned to him. He went to prep himself in the bathroom before going back to his room to dress. He wanted to look nice, but also didn't want to be uncharacteristically over-dressed. So, he kept it simple, pulling on a jean button-up shirt, khakis, and slipping on brown dress shoes. He then brushed out his dark reddish curls before ruffling his hands in his hair to return them to a more natural look. As he got ready, he couldn't help thinking about the way the government orchestrated The Selection. It was like a true coming of age where instead of turning 18 and being told you're an adult, you were given a crash-course into the living reality of adulthood. There was no ceremony, no drills, just a test and a letter that would welcome him to his career and wife and serve as an introduction to manhood. While that all seemed so odd compared to the way things used to be done, perhaps they had the right idea. Who really knew?

Paz made his way downstairs where he was met with hugs and sniffles by both parents. Natasha was the first one to take a step back as she handed him his Selection envelope and keys to the car she was handing down to him.

"You're going to be a great husband." Inez said as she released her embrace. "Just remember to be nice, Paz."

He wrinkled his nose. "I'm always nice." He said and playfully poked out his tongue.

"See! That's exactly what I'm talking about."

He only chuckled. "I'll see you both soon, okay? You don't have to act like I'm dying... But, really, though... I appreciate everything you guys have done for me. You've done a lot more than I can repay. I really just hope everything works out and I end up as happy as you two...or at least satisfied." He brought his mothers in for a final group hug before heading for the door. Just before he left, Inez handed him a small box, instructing him not to open it until later. He tucked it into his satchel then exited.

Anxious was still the appropriate description for the way he felt as opposed to nervous. He couldn't wait for everything to happen: to see the house, to meet his wife, to know just how good or bad their relationship would be....

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[apolla]

Mentions: Mark ( Eldarkon )
Interactions: Mark
Outfit: xXx

"You're going to be fine, Kyrah."

Despite the comfort in her brother's voice, there was also a trace of irritation present that Kyrah definitely picked up on. She was the youngest, after all-- she'd been dealing with that tone ever since she was little, and she recognized it instantly. With her behind parked on the couch of her father's home, her childhood home, and her arms crossed across her chest she was the very definition of pouty.

"I don't want to go." Kyrah twisted her perfectly lined lips into a frown, settling back onto the couch.

"Don't make us drag you." Her youngest brother, Luke, piped up from the kitchen doorway. He and Kyrah were the most alike; she thought he'd be on her side. Betrayal flashed on her face, and she saw the regret in his eyes. Pushing off the wall and coming closer, he knelt before her, placing his hands on her knees. "Don't look at me like that, Kyrah." He spoke softer this time, his eyes pleading with her. "This is how the world works."

"Well the world is wrong." The redhead shot back, glaring at him. She wasn't going. Not now, not in a million years. The guy in her packet could go screw himself.

Yet somehow, some thirty minutes or so later, she found herself in her father's truck, heading to the address that they could barely make out, considering she'd thrown her packet into the fire. Arms still crossed, hair pulled to one side, she wasn't speaking to the man. She'd said a haughty goodbye to her brothers at the house, now it was just the two of them.

"You know, I loved your mother." Henry spoke softly as he led the old truck down the highway. "Very much, in fact."

"Good for you." Kyrah couldn't break. Not now.

"Yeah." Something in the man's voice made her turn her head, and she could tell he was reliving something in his mind. Wanting to ask what, but too proud, she turned her head back to look outside and remained that way until they reached the house, sometime later. Henry helped her with her bags to the porch, but since parents weren't allowed inside on the first meeting of the to be spouses, she was left alone to carry them in.

"Oof." She dropped the first one on the floor in the living room a few minutes later, her father already long gone. Straightening, she started to head back to get a second bag when she heard it. Music. More specifically, a piano? Intrigued, considering she never had the patience to learn how to play herself, she started off down the hall towards the larger part of the house, where she heard the sound coming from.

She saw the piano before she saw him. They were both beautiful, as was the sound coming from the former. Leaning against the wall, she watched him play, his fingers dancing across the keys like magic.

"You're really good at that."

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[Eldarkon]

After Mark was finished playing, he heard a voice coming from edge of the room. "Why thank you mi-" he said turning around. But that's all he could say before he laid eyes on her. She was beautiful, simply gorgeous to him. Mark had always been a sucker for redheads, and this one was a knockout. After a moment of composure, Mark stood up and walked over to her "Hey, I'm Mark" he said, starting to rub his neck "You must be Kyrah". He looked down at her, as she was more than a foot shorter than him. He gazed into her dark hazel eyes. This was not what he imagined her to look like: It was better.​

Mark also noticed that she was carrying a heavy bag, and saw that there were a few more at the door. "Here, let me help you with that" he said, as he picked the bag off the floor. Sure it was heavy, but Mark was more than strong enough to lift it with ease. Walking over to the front door, he grabbed another bag with his other free hand. "Ill put these in our room and be down in a minute" he said as he began walking up the stairs "After that I think we should sit down and get to know each other a little better" He gave Kyrah a warm smile, then disappeared to the second floor.

apolla​

 

[Angelofdarkness]

Ven sat in the car outside what would become her new home. The house she'd share with a stranger the government had chosen to be her husband. Nervous didn't even begin to cover how the red head was feeling.

She clutched the envelope in her hands tighter as she stared at the identical white houses. This is it. This is really happening... what if I run? Can I run away from this? She wondered letting out a huge sigh.

Her parents faces were burned in her mind. They looked happy for her but also worried- they had kept her shealtered growing up. Maybe because they were trying to protect her? Or make her feel like her life was her own in way?

Ven glanced back up at the houses before sliding out of the car. She grabbed the one bag she'd brought with her, before slowly making her way towards the house.

You can do this! He can't be that bad. Breath. I wonder if he's already here...

She opened the door slowly setting her bags off to the side. Her feet made tiny clicking sounds on the floor as she explores the house.

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[AnimeGenork]

Leander ShulmanLeander supposed every king needed a queen. However, for sixteen years he’d always operated under the assumption he’d be perfectly fine as a one-man power. Unfortunately, he was in no place to protest. Although he was a king, there were still powers greater than him. Preposterous as that sounded.

His mother drove him. Lee could only surmise that the emotion he felt for his mother was a type of affection, maybe even love. Yes, that was it. Love. Both his mother and father had always praised him, always loved him, even when others turned away, calling him “narcissistic,” “selfish,” and other ugly names. No, his parents were the ones who truly loved him, rather than just playing along with what others called his “playing king.” They were silent, however, for the first time in his entire life as they headed toward the house where he would meet his future queen.

A part of Lee thought this whole business was a bunch of hokum. There couldn’t possibly be someone who could be a perfect match for an already perfect man. Right? Right. Lee didn’t need anyone else in his life. He was already the world’s most perfect specimen. Besides. There couldn’t possibly be anyone who could make him reveal the true smile he hadn’t used since he was a child. No one.

Finally, his mother reached the house. She turned to him with tears in her eyes, and he smiled. “Not to worry, Ma. I left plenty of headshots so I’m never too far from the kingdom.” With a nod, she reached out and hugged him, and he hugged her back, burying his face in his shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Mom.” Pretty sure.

He somehow managed the impossible task of carrying his many things of luggage to the front door, though opening said door was a Herculean task of its own. Nevertheless, being the amazing fellow he was, Lee managed it. In fact, he had possibly pulled off one of his most fantastic tasks.

But. He was alone. That was… not that bad. At least he had time to probably read the packet he’d received on his apparent future wife. Since he hadn’t.

Dropping his bags somewhere near the staircase, he dug out the aforementioned packet. Hm. To read or not to read? That was the question.

Flinging the papers into the air, Lee began to soliloquy: “Whether ‘tis nobler to read about my future queen and learn her name, I know not. To die, to sleep, I shall never do, for the world requires my marvelous presence. And whatever the rest of that morbid speech was about.”

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[div class=PostBox][div class=PostName]Johanne[/div][div class=PostImg][/div]
Johanne was supposed to wake up at 6 a.m. to get ready, but her excitement wouldn't allow her to get a few more moments of peaceful sleep. Even though she couldn’t fall asleep until 11 p.m., her body naturally got up at four in the morning. Ever since she received her package, she couldn’t wait for her new life with her husband. She couldn’t wait to put into effect the lessons Father and Mother had taught her. To serve her family and government with pride.

Because of her early awakening, she watched the sun rising right outside of her window. This would be the last sunrise she saw in her childhood home. She felt a certain pang in her heart, but she quickly dismissed it. She shouldn’t be sad or gloomy. This would be the first day to fulfill her purpose in life.

The alarm clock near her bed rang once before she gracefully clicked it off. Mother would be in here soon, so she had to get ready. Quickly, she cleaned herself off in her shower with the temperature turned to a warm setting, brushed her hair gingerly, and dressed in her best floral dress with white flats.

Just as she wiped her hands on her dress to try and smooth out the wrinkles, her bedroom door opened, and Mother stood in the doorway. Her eyes bounced up and down, examining every part of her. It seems as though she was satisfied, for she met Johanne’s eyes and gave her a small smile.

Mother slowly walked over to her. She reached out and patted Johanne’s hair. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown. Your father and I are very proud of this day. This is your chance to proof you’re worth.” Johanne simply smiled. Today was a great day. That’s what she had to believe.

Mother sighed and said, “I wish that I can accompany you to your new place of residence, but I have work and things to do. Your father will drive you.” Mother moved out of Johanne’s line of sight to see Father right outside her door.

“Let’s go. It’s important for you to get there to your new home to see if everything is in order,” Father said. Johanne nodded and followed him outside. They drove away without Mother to wave them off.

It was silent for a few moments before Father spoke up. “You took your medicine, correct?”

“Yes,” she said, looking straight ahead like him. She hated taking the pills that doctors secretly provided for her since her early teens. The government didn’t have anything against pills, but it was frowned upon, especially because of the prevalence of her parents’ positions. The pills made her feel so empty and like nothing. It was worse than the pain she had before them. But if this is what everyone felt like, she would have to conform to seem more normal.

“My secretary will mail you a monthly supply,” Father said. The car ride was silent all the way until her new home.

He quietly pulled up right outside the large house. It was perfect for dinner parties and a family. Johanne opened her car door, stepped outside, and grabbed her bags out of the trunk. Some of her belongings like antiques had been sent already. She walked onto the sidewalk, and Father rolled down his window. “I’ll call you in two weeks once you are settled.” Then, he drove off, leaving Johanne alone on the sidewalk in a foreign environment.

She turned around and faced the gigantic house. It seemed too much to bear. Her breathing became fast and shallow. She would be a stranger expected to cater to the needs of someone she was supposed to enjoy and be attached to.

She took deep breaths for a few seconds. This was for the best. The government and her parents know best, after all. She looked once again at her new home, her eyes wide, and she stepped right up to the door and inside.

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Paz
Many thoughts ran through Paz's subconscious as he drove, following the directions his phone read aloud to him to his new home. Of course, all of the basic thoughts played through his head about her and the house and if the would even get along. However, his mind wandered a bit deeper... What would she expect of him? Would she be disappointed by him? Would she be curious about him or focused on herself? Would she want kids? Oh, God, kids! He was still so young... Or, perhaps, maybe she wouldn't want any at all? There would be so much to learn about each other and build together all while just trying to coexist. Maybe they would be best friends... or they'd be enemies wondering how the government could get it so wrong. With the way things were set up, he knew going to the government for a divorce had to be a bitch, probably worse than just living unhappy. Then again, as slow as most government processes were, you or your partner would probably die before they even agreed to let you divorce, let alone settled it. The thought alone made Paz smirk and snicker.

The car rounded the corner into the cul de sac where he'd be living. He scanned the numbers on the picturesque, cookie-cutter houses before finally coming to one with the numbers in the address. And oh, look - a car parked out front. He carefully pulled his car in behind the other and powered down the engine. For a moment, he sat there, hands on hips, and took in a deep breathe before steadily exhaling it. Well, this would be the moment of truth. 'Welcome to your new world.'

Leaving the rest of his things in the car for now, Paz quietly entered the house with only his satchel strewn across his body. He lightly clicked the door shut behind him as he somewhat awkwardly called out, "Hello? I'm here..." Or would it have been more proper to say, Honey, I'm home? Slowly, he stepped forward, beginning to examine the house as he looked around in surprise.

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[Angelofdarkness]

Ven had wandered the house taking in the sights and just how big it was. She set her bags in one of the rooms before making her way to the bathroom. Letting her hair out of her bun she gave a tiny smile as it fell loose around her shoulders.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked making her way back downstairs and into the living room. She sank onto the sofa waiting nervously for her 'husband' to come home.

Breath, its not like he's going to bombard you with questions. Her eyes shot up towards the door as a silky voice spoke and the young girl lost her voice.

Holy... holy... crap! She thought as she stared. He's gorgeous. Oh crap say something!!!

"Hi...welcome home, love." She whispered.



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God damnit, she didn't want to like him.

She sure as hell didn't want to find him attractive. In her mind, she'd already pictured him as a short, stoutly loser who couldn't even begin to provide for them. Looking at him now, he was the exact opposite of everything she'd thought. He finished the piece he'd been playing before turning to her, his own words getting cut off as his eyes landed on her. She flushed, but her pride refused to allow her to look away completely. She settled for averting her gaze for a few seconds, clearing her throat before looking back at him.

He stood, rubbing his neck as he approached her. "I am." She confirmed that she was Kyrah, eyeing him as he got closer. "Nice to meet you, Mark." He moved to grab her bags, and she pushed herself off the doorframe, shaking her head. "No, you don't have to do tha-" But he already was. She was left to stand there and watch as he grabbed a couple of her bags, telling her they should get to know each other better when he returned.

And then he was gone.

She stared at the spot he'd just been standing in before shaking herself. "This is not happening." He was hot, strong, nice, and could play the piano. What else was he capable of? Turning on her heel, she grabbed another of her bags and started dragging it up the stairs, determined not to be shown up by him.

But damn, this bag was heavy.

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[Eldarkon]

Walking up the stairs and onto the second floor, Mark looked around. The sleek wood and glass design of the house was just simply beautiful. The natural light coming from the many windows made their home feel warm and welcoming. Looking out, he admired the view of the outside. After enjoying the scenery, Mark continued to the master bedroom with Kyrah's bags. His parents hired movers to bring and unload his things into their new house the day before, a service that cost extra but was worth the money.

The master bedroom was stunning. The feeling of warmth and welcoming had now been mixed with cozy. There was more than enough room for both him and Kyrah. Dropping her bags beside the closet, Mark looked around the bedroom, sitting on their massive bed and admiring the interior design. A feeling then came over him, and he ran his hands down his face.

Up to this point, the idea of living on his own with someone that he would spend the rest of his life with was just simply an idea. But after seeing his beautiful new home and gorgeous wife, it was like he was hit by a truck. Did he have what it took to be a good husband to Kyrah? did he have the skills and knowledge to get a good job and provide for his future family? Mark was not sure, terrified to be honest. But after a minute of composure, all he could do was try his best and strive for the best outcome. When he stood up from that bed, Mark now TRUELY started his new life.

Walking out of the bedroom and into the second floor hallway, Mark saw Kyrah dragging another large bag, struggling with it about halfway up the stairs. "Do you mind if I help you with that?" he said to her while standing at the top of the stairs. Because he was raised to be a gentlemen, it was a reflex for Mark to help other's in need, especially women. He also wanted to get her things upstairs as soon as possible so that he could finally start talking to her.

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[Cosmo]

Will watched the sun raise over the prairie from the worn wooden boards that made up the crumbling deck of his home, the orange sun beautiful against the brown background, a sight he wouldn't get to see for sometime. He could smell the dirt, grass and even the slight whiff of cow manure was not enough to ruin the moment probably because he was used to it. Today was the day. The day the suits would come only this time they weren't taking the crops and the cows, they were taking him. Carting him off to God knows where to marry someone he never met. The small box he had been given telling him about his 'fated partner' lay where it had always been, in the corner of his closet untouched. He had refused to open it, a childish desire for rebellion that he still hung to. Even now, he knew nothing about her and he wouldn't because the second he opened that box it meant he gave in, that he consented in some way even if it was the smallest of ways. He ran a calloused hand across his jaw, the short hair of his morning stubble rough against his hand, the realization that it will be a long time before he got to see this again. Got to be home again.

He didn't turn as the wood creaked behind him, not wanting to look away from what might be the last sunrise he got to watch, "Are you okay?" the soft voice said from behind.

Will glanced back at his mother in her sleeping gown who was leaning against the door, her dark brown hair falling over her shoulder as she looked at him expectantly, "As I'll ever be," Will said neutrally looking back to the prairie before him.

The floor creaked again and he felt a small hand touch his shoulder, "Its not her fault," his mother said softly.

"I know," Will said.

"Try," she whispered, "Trust me... you don't want to live your entire life hating them. She's new to this to, so just.. try."

Will kept his eyes on the horizon, it was so hard to promise that. It was so hard to not want to sink into the comfortable feeling of resentment and be bitter. "Did you regret it? You know, with dad?" he asked, something he had always wanted to but always been too afraid to.

Silence. He could almost count the breaths he took as he waited for an answer and it took every fiber of his being to not look back... because he was afraid to see his mother's face.

"Yes," she said at last, "Your father and I never had a good marriage, but I'd do it again because I love you."

Will leaned his head against the nearby post, a small smile working its way across his face for the first time in what felt like forever. It was silly, but it was nice to hear. "I don't want you to live that like, just promise me you'll try, for me?"

"Okay mom," he said, the dust on the far away road catching his eye. The suits were coming, "For you."

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Will stepped out of the car as what little belongs he had were dumped onto the sidewalk which was new. Not his stuff being tossed, but a sidewalk. He took a few moments to examine it, he wasn't stupid, he knew what they were as movies were things, but it was interesting to see one for the first time, the suburb was... less interesting. All the houses so closed together, he felt like he was in a chicken coop. Why would anyone want to live that close to another? It was suffocating. Where was the horizon? Where could a man go when he needed a walk? Did the neighbors watch each other through the windows? They were certainly close enough to. This was where he would be living? Will had just got there and he was already feeling homesick.

His blue eyes caught a woman, or perhaps a girl? She looked to be about the same age as him walking down the street looking at the houses. She was probably the neighbor. Will's eyes traced her from what he felt was a safe distance, her long blond hair and soft pale skin that was so unlike his own tanned leathery skin. She looked like she jumped right out of a movie or book, the beautiful neighbor girl. He wondered if she had already met her 'destined' one or if, like him, she was dreading the moment. He slipped a hand into his pocket as his mind wandered, would his partner look like her? He hoped not, he had no idea what to do if she looked like that. Like some fragile doll that would shatter at the slightest pressure, but if she was his new neighbor, the least he can do is be neighborly, "Hi!" he called out, waving with his free hand to the mysterious blond, "I'm Will, I'm your new neighbor," he nearly winced at his own voice, it was far gruffer then normal, the travel and emotions of the day taking a toll.

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[Stardust Galaxy]

Olivia Green
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Olivia waited for Matteo but he didn't seem to show up soon, she thought that maybe he left late his house and that's why he haven't arrived yet, she was curious to meet him finally and once they started living together they could make a small reunion so everyone that move that day could become closer.

She was sure she could make new friends from her new neighbors and once they were closer they could have dinners together just like their parents had when she used to live with them.Olivia thought that it was crazy that yesterday she was still having dinner with her parents and now she was about to met the person she would spend the rest of her life, she was hoping that soon Olivia could introduce him to her parents and she knew that he would like him since the goverment couldn0t have made a better choice for her

While she continue waiting she decided to take a look on the houses and see if she could meet someone in the meantime so as she made her way. the voice of a stranger caught her attention she smiled brightly at the stranger who admitted that he was her neighbor, she walk towards him and the first thing she noticed was the big difference of height they had with each other for Olivia, Will seemed like a giant but since he talk to her, she thought of him as a friendly giant.

"Hi! I'm Olivia but you can call me Oli most people call me like that. Are you still waiting on your partner? I'm still waiting, but I'm sure he would be here at any minute. Aren't you excited to finally meet your partner? I am, I have been waiting for this day since I could remember and I can't believe the day finally came. How is your partner? I hope she and I can became friends" She admitted happily but realized that she might have talk a lot to a person she just meet "Sorry, I tend to talk a lot when I'm excited, but I'm really happy to meet you" she added with a light blush out of embarrasment and smile on her face.

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Paz
"Hi... welcome home, love."

Her voice came quietly to his ears, yet was loud enough to draw his attention. Although her word choice had caught him off-guard, he found it to be tenderly comforting. The sight of his wife with her big, blue eyes and red hair strewn about her shoulders had him momentarily taken aback and his lips couldn't help curving into a soft smile. While Paz wasn't one to be too hung up on appearances, he had to admit that hers were notable and he was fortunate in that regard. He just hoped her personality followed suit.

Slowly stepping toward her, he offered a hand to shake and introduced himself formally. "Paz," he stated with a grin, though he could almost be certain she already knew his name. A hand nervously brushed through his hair. "It's good to finally meet you, wife." He chuckled. Still, the situation almost felt unreal, but perhaps if he said it enough, the reality would sink in sooner. "Vencensa, right?" He said her name a bit hesitantly as he didn't want to say it incorrectly, but he also wanted to show that he had taken some interest in knowing his partner.

Behind all the introductions and formalities, he knew this situation was hard on both of them and he just wanted to make sure he contributed to things going as easily as possible...for now, at least.

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Leander ShulmanRight as he finished his oh-so-brilliant parody of Hamlet’s speech, Lee turned around to find the door opening. Ah, how grand! It seemed his future wife did not want to keep him waiting—how thoughtful!

He was not expecting his future wife’s beauty to be so nearly on par with his own—after all, he was the most magnificent being in all the world. (It took all his willpower not to hair flip himself into oblivion at that thought.)

“Why, hello. You must be my betrothed. I hope you don’t mind being second to the most spectacular person who has ever existed—but then, don’t all kings and emperors need someone to help them woo the world?”

Then he realized.

He still hadn’t read that useless packet.

“This is going to sound incredibly awkward, but seeing as I’m above reading things I don’t feel like reading—would you please allow me the honor of knowing your name? If it helps, I am Leander, though I go by Lee or Your Majesty. Whichever you think is more kingly.” He smiled.

Ah, good job. You’ve already made a fantastic first impression. She must be speechless.

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Vencensa chewed her lower lip as her 'husband' stepped into the house, the ability to form words left her as her eyes fell on him.

Holy hell... they've paired me with a god. The spunky red head struggled to find any words to say as she stood awkwardly gapping.

Realizing how awkward that must have been for him, she stammered a stentence out. "Ven... uh... you can... can call me Ven. But you said my name right. Your Paz?" She asked running a hand threw the hair framing her face.

"It's really good to meet you." She spoke softly. "I haven't looked around the house yet, I thought maybe we could take the tour together." She spoke quietly.


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Kyrah made it about halfway up the stairs with the heavy bag before he made a reappearance. A thin layer of sweat beaded across her forehead, and with one arm she reached up to wipe it away. She needed a shower, especially after this manual labor. And it really wasn't that she was a super prissy type who had never worked a day in her life, because she had.

She just packed heavy.

"I've got it." She assured him, purposefully not looking in his direction as he stood there. She felt as though he would surely take the bag and carry it easily into the room that was supposed to be theirs, but she couldn't allow her pride to break, not even for a second. "No-" groan, huff. "-worries."

Finally, she reached the top a few seconds later, and she let the bag fall with a thump. "Jesus christ." She peered down the hallway towards what she thought was the bedroom, leaning against the wall. "How much further? That room? Okay." Leaning down, she gripped the bag again and started to tug.

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[Cosmo]

For the first time since leaving home, he felt the corner of his lips tug as his neighbor, Oli, spoke.. and spoke some more. He wasn't used to so much talking so he just nodded along with her. His blue eyes looking down at those bright green eyes that were so alive and excited. He felt.. almost bad because he wasn't excited at all and didn't want to ruin her mood. She was a little spark of light and he only hoped whomever they picked would let that spark grow and she was a tiny thing. Barely came up to the top of his chest, he also discovered one other new thing, when Oli blushed she blushed. Turned redder then a tomato, her pale skin, which looked like it never saw the sun, just made it stand out all the more. It was adorable, Daphne would have loved her. The memory of his lost love still hurt, but not as much as it had before.

"I'm as excited as I'll ever be," Will said, answering without really answering as he offered his large hand out to her, "Its good to meet you too, Oli, I'm William, but ya can call me Will."

Olivia knew that she could talk a lot when she was excited about something, but she wasn't expecting to ramble with a guy she just meet and just by his expression it seemed that he wasn't a big talker like she was. She thought that maybe he was paired with someone that was more like him, calm and collected where she was the opposite, where people describe like a small puppy that was happy and energetic all the time. So when she realized that she was talking to much she couldn't hide her embarrassment, and blushing was something she didn't like about her since everyone could see easily her blush.

Olivia smile back at him when he offered his hand, and grab it to shake it, his hand was way bigger than hers probably the size of his hand was the double or even the triple of hers and the calloused of his hands were notorious against the soft ones of her. "It's good to meet you too, I'm sure we are going to get along" She said happily.

Will couldn't help but feel like she was some kind of doll. Like the kind his grandmother used to have that could break and shatter if they were handled roughly. This feeling only became more... concrete when she shook his hand. He could wrap his hand all the way around hers like a mitt and it was soft, too soft. It felt like the stain curtains his mother used to have in the living room. Looking at her, so excited to see her 'chosen one', so happy and thrilled with life made him wonder what his own 'partner' was like. Was she going to be someone like him? From a small farm with calloused hands and a strong back? He hoped so, Will was quite certain he would have no idea how to handle someone like Oli. Someone so beautiful and fragile, so happy and talkative.

Will let go of her hand and offered her a smile, "I'm sure we will as well. I'm not from around here so it'd be nice to have a friend... Your partner, do you know them?" he asked doing his best to make conversation.

When Will mention that he was hoping to get along with her, her imagination started to flew away she could already imagine seeing them together with their respective partners and just being friends, she thought that even if Will's partner was more like him Olivia knew that she wowuld be lovely and that she could find a friend on Will's partner.

"Well I haven't meet him...yet, he wasn't from my hometown so I have never seen him till this day, but I spend learning all the things I could about him from the package that they gave us and I'm sure it might sound dumb but I feel like I already know him more than anyone. And you? What did you think about your partner? I'm sure she must be a nice and kind girl. What is her name? I'm sure that her name is Sara, all the kind girls are named Sara" She replied hoping that she wasn't talking that much again.

"Kind girls are named Sara?" Will repeated, a lazy smile on his face as he rose his eyebrow. That was a first, he couldn't say he had ever met any form of Sara, but it was endearing that she believed so. But it was a little bittersweet. She was so excited to see her partner, had studied what was in that stupid little box they were given years ago... She reminded him of the princess in the tower waiting for the prince to come. Well, he hoped the prince was worth it.

"I, uh," Will started and rubbed the back of his neck as he wasn't quite sure what to say. He didn't want to admit he had no desire to meet her and had never opened the box because he didn't want to ruin whatever this was, so he decided avoiding the subject was the best, "Oh, I, never opened it. Wanted to keep it a secret," he finished lamely.

"Well yes, a friend of mine her name was Sara and she was really sweet and we also had this old lady as neighbor whose name was Sara and she was the kindest person I have meet in my entire life" she admitted with a small chuckle.

Olivia couldn't believe whe Will admitted that he had never opened the box, maybe it was the fact the she was a girl and was more interested in knowing how it would be her partner and maybe boys were not that interested or maybe he just wanted to have it as a surprise but not falling into the curiosity of knowing what was in the box made her confused "You never open it? But aren't you curious to know about her? What if she hates something that you love? Or what if she is allergic to something and you don't know?" She asked him confused "When I receive the box I open it right away I wouldn't have been able to wait 3 years to finally know who I was paired up"

He had a feeling that Oli could talk about just about anything for as long as she wanted as he heard the tale of not one but two Saras. He wondered where she grew up, some small town? A city? He hoped it wasn't a city, the last thing Will wanted to do was feel like more of a country bumpkin then he already did.

Those were... good questions. Ones he asked himself all the time. His mother and father lived a life where they hated one another, so he knew very well what it was like, but opening the box... no. He was content with it even if he regretted it, ever so slightly, now that he felt exposed and vulnerable so far from home, "Well, I'll just have to win them over with my charm," he said offering the tiny woman a weak smile. He had no real charm to speak of, he had no real idea what he was going to do and he was a little envious of how.. excited she was even as a part of him labeled her as very naive, "They are both rather late."

Olivia let out a small chuckle when Will told her he would win his partner with his charm "Well, I'm sure you re going to win her, she is going to be quite a lucky girl" she said "I mean, I'm saying this because I want to cheer you up not because I'm jealous or anything like my partner is really cool and I'm sure he is going to be really sweet, and I´ll probably going to shut up now before I embarras myself more" She added as she started blushing again from embarrasment.

"They really are. Do you think something happen to them? I hope no. What if they are not planning on coming? I have never heard of something like that so I'm sure they wouldn't risk their lifes for not wanting to following the goverment decision, right? Maybe he didn't like me enough to come here and he just decided to not show up. What I am going to tell to my parents?" She said pouting.

Will doubted she would consider herself lucky at all, but he wasn't in any mood to ruin Olivia's spirits. This had already turned out far better then he feared, even if he wasn't a fan of his new home, but at least he had something to call his own, a friend. "I'll try not to get jealous too," Will said as the corner of his lips tugged up. He wondered how much of those words were true. She was pretty, kind and had so much energy. When he was miserable with his own wife, it would be hard to see her happy with whatever his name was.

"I'm sure they're fine," Will said which was probably true. Rain, sleet, snow or hail, the suits never failed to take their crops. Even when the harvest failed and they had almost nothing, they never failed to take what little they had. If they could take everything that had, surely they could manage to give a little bit back without fucking it up, "No one would not come for you, Oli."

Olivia try to cheer up thinking that maybe Will was right and they were on their way, her pair wouldn't leave her, he couldn't do something like that, she has been waiting for this day since she could remember. she thougth there could be no one that would be as excited as her for this day, still the person that was suppossed to be her soulmate haven't show up yet.

"You are right I shouldn't worry I know he would be here at any moment and besides he can't see me with a sad face this is suppossed to be a happy day" she trying to be more cheerful of the situation "And have you seen your house? They are really nice and cozy, although I would like to add a little bit of color to it, maybe painting the walls or adding some furniture but I'm terrible at that kind of work, my dad was the one that made all the repairs in our house I used to watch him and, sometimes, I tried to help him but I'm really clumsy so I would always end doing a mess" She admitted with a giggle.

Cozy? Was that the word people used for it? Because Will felt that suffocating was a more apt description. This was probably normal to most, but he liked being able to see nothing as far as the eyes could see, just emptiness, nothing but him, the ground and the sky. That was peaceful. This... Well, it wasn't his preference. Hopefully, once the meet and greet was over, he could go somewhere like his old home and put his skills to use.

"I'm good with repair," Will said reflexively. It was true. He was good. Out where he grew up, if they couldn't fix it themselves it didn't get fixed and he was always better with a hammer then either of his parents. She was trying to make it her own, which was nice... even if it was still suffocating and she was the closest thing he had to a friend in this place so it would be a good excuse to escape from his partner from time to time, "I can lend you a hand if you want. If your.. partner isn't any better with tools."

Olivia wasn't expecting that Will would offer to help her with her ideas with her house, she thought it was quite odd since he could help instead in his own house but se didnt gave a lot of thought and thought that Will's nature was being kind and helprful to others "Really? That's Incredible! My dad likes carpentry, but he does it as a hobby, but I find fascinating all the things you can do with a piece of wood.

"I'm sure I'm going to need your help, in the package it didn't mention he was good with tools maybe he is as clumsy as I am with that kind of work, I prefer doing other kind of stuff like baking, I love doing it and I made sure to learn all kind of recipes to bake for my partner, I'm sure that would make him really happy as much as it makes me happy bake things for other people to try, one day I'll bring you something I promise" She said with a big smile

Will fought down the urge to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment as he didn't see why knowing how to do some maintenance work was all that impressive. But he wasn't used to compliments, just simply, so it wouldn't take much to embarrass him. Where he came from, it was just something someone did. It wasn't special, it wasn't unique or praise worthy outside of a thank you kindly once it was all said and done. He certainly wasn't a carpenter, outside of a bit of whittling when he was incredibly bored and had nothing to do, and would never claim to be as good as one although he had fixed a few chairs and tables in his youth.

It was almost like out of those old movies, neighbor bringing baked goods over just... because. It seemed so strange, but he was living in a strange world now so he didn't have much choice in the matter. Will never had a choice in any matters, so why would now be any different, "Sounds fair, I fix something or help ya with something, you back us something," he offered, a kind of trade that was just their own. He felt like he was getting the better end of the deal, but he didn't have much else to offer her to make it a bit fairer, so it'd have to do.

He glanced down to the duffel bag at his feet, "I'ma toss this inside really quick," he explained picking the large, bumpy bag by the strap and hulling it over to his new home. When he got to the door, he fished in his pocket for the key that had been thrown at him by the driver and slid it into the door. He turned the key to a very audible click and swung the door open.

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[Eldarkon]

"You sure?" Even though it went against his nature, Mark saw that Kyrah was adamant on carrying the bag up the stairs herself "Ok, just dont hurt yourself ". Even though that he didn't want to leave her alone to settle in, Mark was pretty eager to see the rest of the house. From what he had already seen, it was stunning and he couldn't wait to see more. Obviously Kyrah a needed a little time to herself to think and settle in. "You don't have to go much further. The bedroom is the room at the end of the hall". Mark began to walk down the stairs "Listen, im getting the hint that you need a little space right now" he said in calm friendly voice "so im gonna give you some time to unpack and settle in. I'll be downstairs checking out the rest of our home. Yell if you need anything"

Walking down the stairs, Mark again began to look around the house and its beautiful decor. the living room was simply stunning. The classy marble fireplace, the chestnut grand piano, the lovely view of the backyard that let in the warm sunlight. The hardwood floors made the room feel cozy. The kitchen was equally as classy as the living room. It a long island going down the middle topped with granite, with quarts covering each side. It had ever appliance, utensil, and possibly ingredient that they could ever need. Mark knew how to cook for himself, but only simple things. He only hoped that Kyrah was better in the kitchen than he was.

Stepping outside through the large sliding glass door at the end of the kitchen, Mark entered their new backyard. With a large pool and beautiful landscaping, It took his breath away. "Why did the government grant me and Kyrah such a nice home?" he thought to himself. Sure, his parents were fairly wealthy and hardworking people, but they earned that wealth for themselves in their profession. It would seem that the government not only planned who he was going to marry, but also his income and profession. Stepping back inside, Mark sat down on the couch and waited for Kyrah

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[Aato]

Vencensa chewed her lower lip as her 'husband' stepped into the house, the ability to form words left her as her eyes fell on him.

Holy hell... they've paired me with a god. The spunky red head struggled to find any words to say as she stood awkwardly gapping.

Realizing how awkward that must have been for him, she stammered a stentence out. "Ven... uh... you can... can call me Ven. But you said my name right. Your Paz?" She asked running a hand threw the hair framing her face.

"It's really good to meet you." She spoke softly. "I haven't looked around the house yet, I thought maybe we could take the tour together." She spoke quietly.


Interactions: Paz ( Aato )

Paz
Paz had to admit that he found the young woman's nervousness to be cute, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't call her out on it. "No need to feel nervous or awkward... I mean, I know I'm a stranger and all the government has given us titles, but... Let's just be friends first." He was one to cut right to the chase, but he also had a sense of humor. "I assure you we'll go through this step by step after friends, we'll be friends with benefits, then a dating couple, and at some point down the line, we'll call ourselves married... Just because the government skipped all the in between doesn't mean we have to." He said and flashed her a playful wink. "But," he began, "to answer your question, I'd love to look around the house with you, Ven. Thanks for waiting up." A sweet smile traced his lips.

Although he spoke a good game, Paz was still a bit nervous himself...but that didn't mean he couldn't convince her that she didn't needed to be. He knew he could be a little on the saucy side, but he was far from scary... for the most part. Though, after he agreed to looking at the house together, he wasn't exactly sure what move to make next. Was he supposed to lead her out the room? Was he supposed to let her go first? Then, as if by some instinct, without his thinking, he gently took her hand in his so they could explore side by side. Friends held hands, right? Five-year-old friends, perhaps? Yeah, that was good enough; he'd go with that.

Interactions: Vencensa ( Angelofdarkness )​

 

[Angelofdarkness]

Ven gave a nervous laugh as he told her she had no reason to be nervous. She felt a bit more at ease when he told her they’d take things slow. Her heartbeat speeds up when he reached out taking her hand.

Friends... We are friends. Friends hold hands. She told herself.

Blushing a light rose pink she walked side by side with him throughout the house. They stopped inside the master bedroom, ”this is the master bed room. There is another room down the hall. I think it's meant to be a guest room but I think we can easily turn it into a bedroom for one of us...” she mumbled.

Running a hand through her hair she glanced at him. Damn, the government has really blessed me with him.

Sitting down on the bed she glanced at him. ”so... Should we get to know each other?” she asked quietly.


Interactions: paz @ Aato

 

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[div class=PostBox][div class=PostName]Johanne[/div][div class=PostImg][/div]

He was cockier than Johanne had imagined. Mother and Father always told her that the best way to be a good citizen was to always be humble. But she reassured herself, as there must be a reason for them to be paired with each other. She would just had to make it up for the both o f them, which she didn't mind. To everyone else, she knew she didn't matter. Only the government and whatever they decreed mattered.

She also took a few moments to observe the person she would spend the rest of her life with. She had to admit he was quite attractive, surprisenly. She noticed that his eyes glistened with confidence. Maybe this was why she was paired with him. She was not pretty by any means nor did she have confidence. Mother told her that people are most likely to become friends or give opportunities to those who were considered beautiful. See, there was a reason they were paired together.

"You do not have to apologize. I'm Johanne," she said. Suddenly, she remembered the conversatins between Mother and Father and how they both had pet names for each other. Perhaps all couples were supposed to have ones for each other. "You can call me Jodie or Anne, if you'd like. Your Majesty," she quickly added. The words seemed strange on her tongue, but it would be alright as long as her soulmate was happy.

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