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Roderick Meeks. 23. Guitar stringer, guitar slinger. Recently moved to Rhode Island. Hi, I guess?

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elliotfitz:

Elliot had only grabbed the essentials when she made her way to the basement, but one of those things had been a flashlight. Multiple, in fact, with batteries as well. It was one of the only times she was really prepared, but that was only because it was her only form of communication. She had found herself in a corner, really just trying to avoid having to struggle with the lack of vision, but eventually knew it was no use. It was around that time that she spotted Roderick in the opposite corner and she sighed, standing up and making her way towards him. “What’re you playing?” She asked, aiming the flashlight at the ceiling as to not blind the man. 

As Roderick looked up toward the voice he’d heard, he thought it much more clever to bring flashlights than a guitar. “Rolling Stones... Angie.” He’d never been very good at thinking of practical things to do, usually opting for the emotional choices. “Good idea... the flashlights. I don’t think I realized it would be so dark down here.” He continued playing as he spoke.

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suiteheartbritt:

“Hi, I’m sorry, do you think you could please stop that?” Brittany asked, uncharacteristically repelled by the sound of music. “I’m just freaking out, and I need to be able to hear if anything comes crashing down.” She shifted her weight over to her other leg; she’d been carrying Lord Tubbington around in a Baby Wrap strapped to her chest all evening, and it was killing her shoulders. “It makes Lord Tubbington anxious too, and he just got to sleep.” 

“Sure.” And he stopped right away, frowning a little as he held the guitar to his chest. If he couldn’t play it to comfort himself, holding it might prove useful in that security blanket way, right? “I don’t think anything’s going to come crashing down. Just... when we had hurricanes in North Carolina, it was usually okay.” Not for everyone, but things had always turned out okay for him and his friends at school. Peering into the Baby Wrap, he asked, “Is that a cat?”

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elizasroses:

Eliza was pretty freaked out at this point, but was hiding it well. She always had a good poker face. She was the ‘strong’ one so she had had years to be able to perfect it so no one could get a peek into what was going on in her head. She heard the soft sound of the guitar coming from an empty corner and she slowly stood from where she had been sitting, making her way over. “If you play Wonderwall then I don’t think I can allow this playing anymore.” She teased with a small smile, slowly sitting down beside him. 

“How do you feel about Champagne Supernova?” Roderick raised an eyebrow in an attempt to show he was teasing, but he wasn’t sure if it would be too dark to see it. He wondered if he ever knew how to play Wonderwall, and realized he could probably figure it out if he also sang along, but singing in front of this many people was something he had no intention of doing. He only sang in his apartment alone, or sometimes for his sister Jo. “Do you play?” Roderick wasn’t great at making conversation, but he thought it couldn’t hurt to try.

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silasmxavier:

Silas had grown used to the gentle strumming of Roderick’s guitar during the few nights he spent recently at Jo’s. It was one of those things he could pinpoint — his notes, while slightly wonky due to the lack of light being one of the things that drew him closer to it. At least that way, he’d knew who he’d be running into. Carefully, he made his way over to his — friend? — and sat on the ground, just listening. “Do you have the notes memorized?”

Roderick plucked out notes he’d played so many times, the beginnings of “Wild Horses,” one of his favorite songs. “Yeah... It’s my special skill, I guess. I just remember this kind of stuff. Makes up for how bad I am at math.” He believed most people had some special skill, something that they were good at above all other things, and his special skill was memorization. Squinting in the dark at the person seated near him, he thought the person looked familiar based on online photos. “You’re... Silas? Jo’s friend.”

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marleycorinne:

“You must be my fellow musician,” Marley said sweetly, sitting down next to Roderick. “Sorry to interrupt, you can keep going, I just found your playing comforting - I left my stuff upstairs, so I don’t even have my uke.” 

Roderick grinned at the sight of someone familiar, not that they’d met but after talking online, he’d thought maybe they could be good friends. “Must be,” he said, noticing how nervous she looked as she took a seat. “Would you like to play a bit? Might make you feel better,” he offered. If it wouldn’t, he’d keep playing if it made her feel just a little less anxious about everything.

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cjemile:

This was just her luck; of course a hurricane would hit the town shortly after she moved in. Celeste sighed quietly to herself as she stood in the middle of the basement, trying to figure out where to go. She had no idea where Sebastian was, and she didn’t really know anyone else yet; she knew her roommate, Jo, but they hadn’t really interacted a whole lot since Celeste had moved to Whatever. She had only been in the small city for a little over a week, and most of that time had been spent securing herself a decent paying job - or two, in her case. The sound of a guitar playing softly reached her ears, and a light smile crossed her lips. Gravitating towards the sound, she offered a small smile to the man playing before nodding to an empty space not to far from him. “Is it okay if I crash there?” she asked, her arms full with a blanket, a small small pillow to sit on and another to rest her head on. There was a bag slung over her shoulder containing a few snacks, some bottles of water, and a few of her favorite books.

Roderick hadn't expected anyone to notice him unless it was to complain about the noise, and the fact that someone wanted to sit near him brought a small smile to his lips. "Please," he nodded, still strumming away. He'd began to play songs off the top of his head, things he'd recording in videos sent to his sister while he'd been away at school. Currently, he'd moved on to "Wild Horses" by The Rolling Stones. "I'm Roderick," he offered. "I'm new around here... If you haven't seen me. I haven't seen many people." He hadn't met anyone really, just seen his sister a few times and talked to people in passing, but he was hoping to start making some friends if he could manage it.

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silasmxavier:

Yeah, it’s pretty nice. A decent amount, I’d say. I hang out with Jo a bit and the walls are pretty thin. Is it a hobby or a profession?

Ah, so I might be seeing you around. If you’re with Jo. It’s sort of a hobby and a profession. I repair and string guitars for a living, but then I do some session work too. And I play in my off time as a hobby. What about you? What do you do?

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elliotfitz:

I might end up doing that. She is, but I can relate to Clint a lot more. One of them; that’s for sure. Whoever Hawkeye ends up being, they’ll always be badass. Because there’s only so much you can do with a bow and arrow and without powers, they make it work.

I dig superheros who don’t have special powers and also aren’t super rich in a Batman or Iron Man way, so they don’t have the resources to build these super suits necessarily. They’re just really skilled with a particular weapon or at a particular skill, and they’re brave to be heroes when they aren’t as protected as these other people are.

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suiteheartbritt:

Storms really freak me out — I’ve been feeling sick since I watched the weather report. Apartments are like, the worst kind of place to be. If something crashes on top of us we are going to trapped, for like, ever. One time when I was little my cat escaped during a storm through the tinier door in our front door, and we found him squashed under a tree that had fallen. I don’t want to be like that cat. Especially in a basement full of people that are kind of smelly. 

I don’t want to think about something crashing on top of us. Maybe they’ll dig us out quickly if that happens. Or maybe it just won’t happen?

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codyxavier:

Does anyone else miss their bed? Sunlight? Fresh air?

All three of those things for sure. Also wishing I had a snack.

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diamondsnporcelain:

So…who wants to earn some extra money by stopping by the boutique and helping me board up the windows? Just in case this hurricane actually does some damage. I could try to do it myself, but let’s be real here. I’ve never actually had to board anything up and have absolutely zero idea of what the hell I’m doing. Lunch and refreshments will obviously be provided.

Did you get it figured out? Too late to help now of course, but I hope you did. We were boarding up the guitar shop all afternoon. It wasn’t my first time doing it, but it still took awhile. You never realize how many windows you have until it takes two hours to deal with them.

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When the hurricane hit, Roderick was quick to go downstairs, pausing only to grab one of his guitars and to knock on his sister’s door. When she didn’t respond, he assumed she was already in the basement, and he made his way down there comforted by the thought that she probably wasn’t in any danger. Taking a seat in an empty corner, he rested the guitar on his lap, strumming absently as he tried to focus on the faces surrounding him. It was too dark, and because he didn’t really know anyone yet, no one looked very familiar. He kept playing as he tried to relax, the guitar a security blanket, and he hoped no one would mind the sound of it.

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codyxavier:

Middle school was the hard years for me. I dealt with a lot of bullying. I had to transfer to the private school I went to to get away from it all. So yeah – I know that people can be assholes. But if you find the right group – it’s perfect. You feel so accepted and comfortable. For the first time in my life, I was happy. And that was because of the people that were surrounding me. So I guess just – if you don’t like the people you meet, meet new ones. I like meeting new people, I just get anxious.

I’m happy here so far. It’s a nice little community. I like the people I’ve met. And my brother is here, so that already makes it A+ for me.

I didn’t really find the right group in school. I was bullied from a pretty young age, and that just kept on keeping on until I got to college, where I wasn’t bullied, but I also didn’t make loads of friends. Maybe that was my fault for not being very talkative, but I’ve only started to get to know people now that I’m doing the work I want to do. Was private school weird at first?

That’s cool. We’ve both got siblings here. Sounds like a nice arrangement.

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codyxavier:

The private school I went to for high school was pretty tight-knit, so I’m used to everyone knowing everyone, really. I mean, of course it was different during college and in the real world – but I rather like everyone knowing each other. It feels good. Like a community. And a lot are nice, so it’s like you always have someone to watch your back and look out for you. Or to, you know, just hang out with. I like hanging out.

I didn’t do a lot of hanging out until I got out of high school. When I was in college, things started to change for the better, but high school was a lot of me avoiding people I didn’t want to have to be around. I don’t think I expected that community of college to extend to the apartment building I moved into, but I like it. My sister seems happy here.

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codyxavier:

You never know what kind of person someone is until you get to know them. And I mean, a lot of the time they’re great. But I get high anxiety that some are secretly assholes. 

So… maybe?

People can be pretty unsettling in my experience. They’re not always kind, and sometimes they’re just really cruel. It’s weird living here, because everyone seems to know everyone and I’m not used to that.

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marleycorinne:

I play guitar and uke, a little piano but it’s not my instrument of choice usually. I do! I write my own music as well. 

Sounds like you’d be bringing most of the talent to our jam session. It’s just guitar for me, though I’ve been learning mandolin for a few weeks now. I sing a little, but only really when my sister wants me to. I think she’s comforted by it.

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codyxavier:

I’m a klutz. Usually I just hurt myself, but a lot of times when I meet someone new I tend to get really awkward and flail-y and things just end bad, man.

Do people intimidate you? Is that why?