Sola Meridian's Story

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Two whole days, that's how long it takes Sola to make her way to Dallas. She knew she should have taken a flight, but paying for a plane ticket would have set her back. She needs the money, so that she won't have to rely on the good graces of her mother to help her out. With the school and living expenses she knows it will be a struggle to keep herself afloat, but Sola is nothing if not determined to make it.

Another day later and shes staring at the mostly empty inside of her new dorm. She should be unpacking, but she doesn't. Instead she waits around a while, only unpacking things as she needs them. Until the point where she realizes she packed up her phone, and has to dig through various boxes to find it. She notices several missed calls and texts, all from her parents and a few various friends back home. She sends out a few texts before calling her dad back, not wanting him to worry that she may be dead or something.

"You should give your mom a call." Those are the first words out of his mouth. Annoyed, Sola sinks into her unmade bed.

"Maybe later..." She answers, pausing to fix herself a glass of water. Using a chipped mug from the only box she has unpacked so far. In truth she would rather stab herself in the eye. No doubt her mom is already awaiting the call, ready to tear into Sola for whatever reason she can think of. Julianna being the kind of person to find fault in just about anything. Sola is too tired from the long road trip to deal with it. "Shes worried," He points out. Sola highly doubts that, if anything Julianna could care less about her daughters disappearance. Not that her disappearance is anything to really worry about, she's going to be attending University in Dallas. If anything Julianna should be happy that Sola is seeking out a higher education.

"Sure she is," Sola replies.

"Oh come on shes your mother, I know she can be difficult but -" Sola snorts, blocking out the rest of his sentence. "Difficult is an understatement." She says, suddenly very tired. "She's still your mother Sloane." His reply is a little snappish. Sola knows he is becoming annoyed. She can't blame him though, Sola knows her own ability when it comes to getting on other peoples nerves. But instead of backing off with her childish whining she only becomes angry. She clenches her hand around the mug, trying to control herself.

"Wow, nice observation, she was your wife at one point maybe you should be calling her."

He pauses, Sola can hear his steady breathing on the other end of the line. She prepares herself for some kind of reprimand. Instead he sighs, sounding tired and defeated. "Sorry...I just don't want to fight with her right now." Sola admits, feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. She sets aside the chipped mug, watching water slosh over the top and spill out over the table. Another thing to add to the list of annoyances for the day.

"I'll call her after I unpack, I promise." Little white lies, Sola is going to put off calling her for as long as possible. But her words seem to placate him enough. They chat for a short while longer, mostly about the classes she will be taking and how shes settling into the apartment. For the most part Sola answers truthfully, though she glosses over the part about feeling completely isolated in the apartment. Eventually she sets the phone aside and stands to examine the gathering of boxes in the middle of the apartment.

"Ugh, time to get to work..."

Unpacking the rest of the boxes takes nearly the rest of the morning.

With all of her unpacking finally finished she decides that now is as good a time as any to check out the University. Since its where she will be spending most of her time from this point on. She changes into something a little more comfortable, and grabs her black jacket from the pile of clothes she has thrown haphazardly on her bed before leaving the dorm.

She isn't exactly sure where to go first. Instead of wandering aimlessly she takes a seat at a bench, content with watching the flow of people coming and going. Its almost overwhelming, and she knows the first few weeks won't exactly be easy. But her determination to succeed pushes away the anxious thoughts.

Emilie sighs, looking at the new pile that awaited her. A large duffelbag, a suitcase, and her schoolbag. Luckily for her she didn't have to carry five-hundred-something-odd pounds of junk to her dorm. Like hell she'd have to pay for the extra shipping.

"Remember, I texted you the building and room number!" Anne had helped haul Emilie's belongings to the campus - the two of them had originally forgotten to bring it, and Emilie stayed and tried to familiarize herself as Anne did a quick round trip. It burnt through the time they had originally planned to spend together, and Anne apparently had something else important on her plate. She was back in her car as soon as the last bag hit the ground, and was speeding away before Emilie could even explain that her phone had died.

Painfully shouldering her belongings - each bag Emilie carried seemed to worsen the pressure in her ankle - Emilie trudged towards the residential area; several complexes with small dorms, a humble rec center, and various other facilities. She passed other students exchanging farewell with family or friends, hauling box after box of junk. They all seemed relatively busy, and she doubted they'd know where her dorm was either. Probably just as new as she was.

She later saw a lone, diminutive girl sitting on a bench, and approached, calling out.

"Hey - hey, do you, uh..." Emilie said, giving a sigh as she takes a seat shaking her bad foot, "By any chance, do you know where 502 is? Dorm 502?" She had repeated herself just in case, as her dialect seemingly gave some Texans trouble earlier. "I'm not sure how it's organized here... and I forgot which building it's in."

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She teeters on the edge of oblivion. Mind straying to the far corners of her imagination. Boredom finally gnawing its way into her, she leans her head back and lets the sunlight wash over her face. Eyes watering from brightness of it. Day dreaming to pass the time as she sits, nothing else to do besides go back to the dorm room and wait. But she doesn't want to be there alone yet. Its still too new for her to be comfortable in.


Sola looks up at the approach of another young woman. At first when the other girl speaks Sola is taken off-guard by the dialect. Even Sola, with her own watered down accent couldn't compare. In her daze she almost misses the question, so overtaken by curiosity. 'By any chance, do you know where 502 is? Dorm 502?' A question that Sola began to ask herself in her mind, repeating it until her mouth finally caught up with her brain.

"I'm not sure how it's organized here... and I forgot which building it's in.' She speaks again before Sola answers. It has to be a coincidence, or thats what Sola tries to tell herself. But Sola has never believed in coincedence...everything happens for a reason. Its about twenty seconds before Sola realizes that she has been almost awkwardly staring at the young woman for nearly a minute, not saying a word. Sola feels heat rush to her face knowing she must look like such a weirdo.


"Oh uh, I'm Sola."She stands quickly, feeling a little foolish now. Palms sweaty from her sudden spike of nervousness. She tries for a nonchalant smile, though smiling has never really been something she's good at. "I'm in 502 as well, looks like we're roomies."Sola lets out a small, dry laugh. Its not something anyone would find funny, but the situation itself has brought about the Sid of Sola that seems to think anything is funny.

["Um...I can show you the way?" she offers, motioning with her hands towards the way she came from earlier. Hopefully the other girl wouldn't see her as a complete lunatic, but Sola knew better than to hope.

Emilie couldn't help but shake the feeling that this girl - Sola, her name was - was a bit anxious... perhaps a bit 'out there'. Maybe it was her hesitant speech or jittery movements. Then again, she did just come in and randomly happen to find her roommate, so maybe this girl had found that strange. Maybe she was just overeager for attention. Maybe Emilie should stop thinking like a shrink and trying to analyze a total stranger.

"Sure. Just - oomph..." Emilie said, slowly standing up, pushing herself from the bench and giving Sola a warm smile. "I'm Emilie, by the way. And sure, I'd love to know the way. Beats wandering around aimlessly for hours on end, carrying lord-knows-whatever's making all this so heavy." She punctuated this with a small chuckle, effortlessly shifting her dufflebag from one shoulder to the other. None of her three bags were really too heavy, especially for someone of her height, but her foot was already starting to ache terribly. She wanted nothing more than to just sit down somewhere comfortable for a while.