Miracles

Closed RP blog for Alternia Academy

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Pain(t)

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Looking over at the Makara before standing up quickly with a red face, Meenah nodded and went over into the open supply room, grabbing what she assumed was stuff for painting - an easel, canvases, brushes, a water bucket, and a separate bucket full of the same brand of paint the other kid had lying around him - and set it up beside his easel, propping up a large canvas and removing her white academy shirt. Not like it mattered if she took her shirt and tie off, being as Meenah always had a tank top on underneath. Now, it was all up to her finding something to start doing.

The first thought that came to her mind was pink, but as she went to pick up the container filled with hot pink paint, Meenah caught another glimpse of her ink-stained hands, anger bubbling inside her as she clenched a fist and picked up a brush, pulling it through a splotch of red that was already open near Gamzee as she began to leave spatters on the canvas, strokes hard and determined as she recalled why she was even there, why her hands were inky and cut. Meenah could only clench her teeth as she let all her hatred, all her frustration out as she began to watch what she was doing take some sort of shape. Turning her gaze back to the paints, she slapped tinges of orange everywhere next, fingers tight and cramping painfully as she kept a death-vice on the brush handle.

Next was hot pinks and deep purples, splattered where she wanted in an aggressive manner, until a dull snap much like the sound of bones breaking cut through the silence. Halting, the Peixes looked down at the brush she’d been using - now snapped into splintered pieces - and watched as crimson blood welled into her palm. She’d have reacted, but the shock of pain as broken wood dug into her skin, the burning feeling of paint and blood mingling in the wounds, somehow made her feel raw, almost exposed as she let all these feelings out. she could feel the prickle of tears far before they began to blur her vision, and in that moment she didn’t care who was listening as she blurted out angrily, “What the fuck does she sea in him?! Fronds, boat all they care aboat is them an’ not that I was left behind! Left! Fuckin’ ditched! An’ ain’t nomoby give a fuck seacause they be shoal in love!” She yelled, finally giving some sort of explanation as to why she was upset.

Gamzee was honestly just relieved that she didn't blow up at him. He couldn't quite bring himself to go back to working on his art, though, not when she was still storming around the room like a force of nature that shouldn't really be allowed indoors. He watched her grab her supplies and ready her station, wondering all the while if he should try and help or go back to what he'd been doing and ignore her presence. She definitely didn't look like the kind of person who took kindly to being ignored, but she also looked in the kind of mood to be left alone.

Because he was staring - rude, some voice at the back of his mind told him, s'all motherfucking rude to be staring - he noticed the little near-imperceptible tells that hinted at her mood getting worse. He wanted to leave; he didn't ever have good experiences with people in bad tempers, even if or especially because most of those times the bad-tempered person was himself. But he couldn't leave, because as much as she looked scary she also looked upset. He knew from experience that it's not good to leave an upset person alone. Bad things could happen. His intuition was only proven right when, as he watched her wind up more and more, the snapping sound cut clean through the tense silence in the room.

"... Well shit," he went. (Somewhere, in the Inappropriate Humour section of his mind, he was impressed by her ability to pun while this upset.) He put down his things and drifted over to her, careful and slow, and stopped a half-arm's-length away with a concerned frown. He should tell her to clean the cut before something nasty happened in there, and wash off the blood before it dripped somewhere and stained something, but instead what came out of his mouth was "who?" He swallowed, and kept going, because it wasn't like he could back out now. "Who done you wrong, sister?" He understood - it wasn't any good to be left behind. No good at all. "Being in love's no reason to be up and neglecting fron- friends." He was pretty sure he was missing some vital context here, but, well, he was trying. That ought to count for something, right?

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Cake!

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She nodded, actively ignoring the mess and heading right on to the kitchen. She shouldn’t be any person to judge co sidering that she was a pretty messy person herself. If she hasn’t had a roommate her dorm may just have been the worst disaster zone in the history of dorm room disaster zones. Thankfully for Kanaya, she was too mindful to have it messy with another person living with her.

She looked around the kitchen, that looked largely untouched and unused considering the rest of the kitchen, then back at Gamzee with a slightly confused face. She decided that she didn’t know the situation, and thereby wouldn’t judge. Maybe he just liked to keep the kitchen clean because that’s where all the food was kept. She started to look around in the cabinets and started to look around for some utensils. “So. What’s your name?”

Gamzee heaved a quiet sigh of relief when she headed to the kitchens with purpose and no hesitation. Maybe he'd stick around her more just so he wouldn't get so lost all the time. Heaven knows he could use all that time he spends wandering around on something more constructive, like remembering that he has homework or being in class or something. Still, right now: cake time.

"Gamzee." He blinked at her, a little startled by the question, but recovering quickly enough to remember protocol. "Gamzee Makara." He stuck out a hand for her to shake. "Good to meet you, sister! And, ah, you are...?"

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“Yes please,” Gamzee went warily. There was something about the way she was talking louder and moving her hands, but unfortunately he failed his knowledge skill check and couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was up. She seemed to get what he was saying the first time, though, so he decided to continue as he had before. 

“I’m making a New Year’s cake,” he explained, for some reason feeling like he couldn’t just borrow ingredients without some kind of reason. “You can all up and have some if’n you’re wanting, after, or uh d’you want to help? I mean you don’t gotta, but it’s your ingredients and all -” He paused in his rambling. He’d been talking very fast just then, and something about the look on her face made him stop. 

“So. Yeah.” He finished with a vagueish gesture with his hand. “Thanks, sister.”

She grinned as she watched him fumble to explain himself, not catching half of it but she was sure she was alright in that sense. After he was finished saying whatever it was that he had felt like he had to say, she nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll help! I don’t have much else to do. Leme just-,” she pointed a few feet in front of her to her own dorm, indicating she’d go off to get the ingediants and return in just a few minutes.

She smiled, walking to her own door and letting herself in, gently shutting the door behind her. She hasn’t seen her roommate anywhere, assuming that shed either found someone to spend the festivities with or she was tucked away in her room somewhere. Meu dug through the kitchen, putting what she could remember that she needed into a bad before texting, locking the room back, and venturing back down the hall to knock on her new friend’s door.

Gamzee decided that her grinning was a good sign rather than bad, and nodded earnestly as she went to go get the things. He realized as she watched her leave that they would likely end up using the dorm kitchens for this.

He couldn’t for the life of him think of something that he would need but also had stowed away in his room, so he ended up opening the door empty-handed. He slid out from behind it and closed it without opening it too wide, because despite not really caring most of the time how messy his room was, he felt the need to (if not impress, at least) not drive away his new friend. 

“Thanks, sister!” He reached out a hand to offer to carry the bag for her. “So, we all up and getting our jam on in the dorm kitchens, right?” Left unsaid was the ‘... where are those, again?’, as he was hoping she’d take the lead after his question let her know where they were headed. 

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Gamzee watched Davian mess with the table and then the tap, and surmised that he was meant to sit at the table. He hoped. “So, where’re we getting our start on at?” He accepted the water but forgot to drink from it, setting it down on the table instead.

“Depends. You’re starting on Chapter X in science class too?” Good, NOW they were making some progress. Progress is always a great distraction from social devastation.

Gamzee almost said “I dunno,” but caught at the last second that it may have been a poor choice. Instead he went with a shrug and a “Probably. So where’s the trouble happening at?”

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Cake!

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Gamzee realized at some point during the day that it was New Year’s. He’d never paid much attention to the date - he doesn’t have a calendar in his room, and he still showed up to class on the weekends sometimes - so he hadn’t noticed, but he still felt like he should do something about it. Mark the occasion, right? But he wasn’t sure what. 

What was something he could do…? He ran through a couple possibilities in his mind, but none of them were at the same time possible and appropriate for the situation. Sometimes he felt like his only hobbies were getting lost and forgetting things. He was about to give up and pretend he hadn’t noticed it was New Years’ after all when he remembered. 

He hadn’t done any baking in a while. Baking a cake would work! Even though it probably would just be him eating it, and half of it would go stale and forgotten after today. The process of making it would still be fun. Now, where to get ingredients was an issue; he poked his head out of his room and stopped the next person walking down the hall. 

“S’cuse me, but do you know where a motherfucker could all be getting him some flour and eggs and shit?”

Meulin had to stop when Gamzee came into her line of sight, but it alas, she had only seen half of his sentence. She was just going to assume that he wanted some ingrediants to make dinner or something.

“I’m sorry. I have some sugar and a few eggs but I don’t have any flour. Would you like to borrow what I have?” She spoke a little louder than you ought to have, being that she was in the residential byilding, but it wasn’t like she could help it any.

She signed the words as she spoke, knewing it was a long shot that anyone could tell what she was saying by the movements, but by now it was more of a habit than anything. Nonetheless, she was very happy to let him borrow some supplies. Meu was sure Kan wouldn’t mind any either.

“Yes please,” Gamzee went warily. There was something about the way she was talking louder and moving her hands, but unfortunately he failed his knowledge skill check and couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was up. She seemed to get what he was saying the first time, though, so he decided to continue as he had before. 

“I’m making a New Year’s cake,” he explained, for some reason feeling like he couldn’t just borrow ingredients without some kind of reason. “You can all up and have some if’n you’re wanting, after, or uh d’you want to help? I mean you don’t gotta, but it’s your ingredients and all -” He paused in his rambling. He’d been talking very fast just then, and something about the look on her face made him stop. 

“So. Yeah.” He finished with a vagueish gesture with his hand. “Thanks, sister.”

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Gamzee entered the room at Davian’s invitation, but he hovered awkwardly, not sure where to sit. “Uh, yeah, water’s all to being just fine.” He started glancing around the room while Davian went looking through his backpack, trying to seem like he knew what he was doing, but then he couldn’t decide whether it was rude to check out his stuff like that and opted to just space out at a spot on the wall. 

At Gamzee’s words, Davian finished up with placing everything they would probably need on the table in the living room before getting up to grab his… study buddy(?) a glass of water. Straight from the tap. Delicious!

Gamzee watched Davian mess with the table and then the tap, and surmised that he was meant to sit at the table. He hoped. “So, where’re we getting our start on at?” He accepted the water but forgot to drink from it, setting it down on the table instead.

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Cake!

Gamzee realized at some point during the day that it was New Year’s. He’d never paid much attention to the date - he doesn’t have a calendar in his room, and he still showed up to class on the weekends sometimes - so he hadn’t noticed, but he still felt like he should do something about it. Mark the occasion, right? But he wasn’t sure what. 

What was something he could do...? He ran through a couple possibilities in his mind, but none of them were at the same time possible and appropriate for the situation. Sometimes he felt like his only hobbies were getting lost and forgetting things. He was about to give up and pretend he hadn’t noticed it was New Years’ after all when he remembered. 

He hadn’t done any baking in a while. Baking a cake would work! Even though it probably would just be him eating it, and half of it would go stale and forgotten after today. The process of making it would still be fun. Now, where to get ingredients was an issue; he poked his head out of his room and stopped the next person walking down the hall. 

“S’cuse me, but do you know where a motherfucker could all be getting him some flour and eggs and shit?”

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Let it Snow, Damnit

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“Aw, dang, that’s all something of a bummer,” Gamzee said, squatting down to offer her a hand up and then nearly tipping over tailbone over nose himself. He made a sympathetic expression. “All this miracle white stuff’s up and getting all over, and then there comes along a bit that ain’t as fluffy and you’re like what’s got you all motherfucking slippery-like? But it won’t answer you because it’s ice.”

He grinned and wrapped up his ramble. “What I’m all saying is, you gotta let snow do its thing. Nobody’s knowing how it works or what it wants, so you could keep out of its way or get all up in its business and show it who’s boss.” He didn’t think it was especially inspirational, but he wasn’t really trying to be. He’d actually forgotten the point he was trying to get two about two sentences in. “That’s a lot of coats you have on, sister,” he added as an afterthought.

She took a moment to ponder what Gamzee had just said, then managed to get on her feet. “I’m not very used to the cold,” she said, proving her point as she shivered. “I supposed that is one of the downsides of California.

“Hm,” Gamzee goes, pondering the statement. “Makes sense!” He watched her carefully as she got up, ready to - well, if not catch her, then at least do something if she fell over again. “You going to be okay, sister?” The ice hadn’t stopped being slippery just because she was on her feet again. 

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Kanaya had never seen snow. After having lived in Los Angeles all her life, her idea of snow included cold white.. stuff that was as fluffy as doll stuffing. This was not realistic. So far, Kanaya had purchaced a total of 7 winter coats for the horrible Maine coldness, but it hadnt snowed. She had done reaserch on Maine’s usual winter climate, and all it said was that snow generally happened around December. She was beginning to wonder if the universe hated her. That night, the snow warnings finally appeared. She went to bed as soon as possible, so she could experience the snow as soon as possible, and likely with a childlike wonder.

The next morning, she dashed to her window, and there it was. Snow! Beautiful, pure white snow. She grabbed three coats and ran out the door to experience it… only to slip on the first patch of ice and fall on her ass. Lovely. Ine of her classmates had seen her fall, and they rushed over to help her up.

“Are you okay?” They asked.

“Yes. Althpugh it seems my first snow has just been ruined.” Kanaya said flatly.

“Aw, dang, that’s all something of a bummer,” Gamzee said, squatting down to offer her a hand up and then nearly tipping over tailbone over nose himself. He made a sympathetic expression. “All this miracle white stuff’s up and getting all over, and then there comes along a bit that ain’t as fluffy and you’re like what’s got you all motherfucking slippery-like? But it won’t answer you because it’s ice.”

He grinned and wrapped up his ramble. “What I’m all saying is, you gotta let snow do its thing. Nobody’s knowing how it works or what it wants, so you could keep out of its way or get all up in its business and show it who’s boss.” He didn’t think it was especially inspirational, but he wasn’t really trying to be. He’d actually forgotten the point he was trying to get two about two sentences in. “That’s a lot of coats you have on, sister,” he added as an afterthought.

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Textbook-Mixup

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Rushing through the halls, Rose Lalonde muttered to herself as she tried her hardest to NOT be late for her next class. She’d let her mind wander too much during lunch, and by the time she realized the bell had gone she was supposed to be well on her way to class. But she wasn’t, and now she was moving way too fast to notice the number of people she was bumping along her way. Sure, she muttered sorries to each one, but the later she was the less number of students there were for her to run into.

As she was apologizing to the last person she hit, when she ended up going face-first into another student and sending them flying to the ground as Rose herself fell flat on her butt, books and papers flying out everywhere. Quickly gathering up her things and handing the other person a few of their things, Rose apologized and hurried off to her class.

Halfway through class, Rose realized she didn’t have her own things! She had the other student’s books and notes, which meant that half her music-sheets and the notes on what her songs are about, which are often personal. Great, just great…

The minute class was over, Rose immediately began searching out the person who had her papers.

For once, Gamzee was actually on his way to class, and he looked like he might be able to make it there on time - well, on time enough to be better than his usual, which tended to be “not showing up at all” or “wandering on in halfway through”. He was vaguely hopeful about making it there at a reasonable time, but apparently today was not the day to make that happen. He’d been making his way through the hallway, keeping out of the way of people, when he’d spotted an interesting-looking poster on the wall. 

Stopping to read it in the middle of the hallway was perhaps not the brightest of his ideas. (It wasn’t the worst, though, either.) He stayed in a pile on the floor, one foot folded under him and wide-eyed blinky surprised expression on his face, and he forgot to say thank you when she passed him the papers. He also forgot to look at the papers until he made it to his classroom (late, again). 

Well, uh. How should he go about looking for the girl to return her papers to her when he couldn’t even make his way to his dorm room without getting lost? He didn’t really look at her for long enough to remember what she looked like, either. In short: he was screwed. 

He’d try, though. Better that than keeping hold of all this… music? And he probably needed his own papers for something or other. 

Rose began looking over the things she had to see what clues she could get about the other person. The writing made her assume male, though there were very little notes pertaining to actual classes. Slacker, or so she assumed. Left her with a very limited selections of places she’d be certain to find him.

She began by retracing her steps after class to where the two first ran into each other. As she walked, the more she wondered about the other person and the more she prayed they weren’t snooping through her things too much, as she tried to do the same with theirs. She had to admit though, it was difficult not to wonder and look through every scrap of paper she picked up to get a glimpse into their mind. But no, that was rude, so she pushed away the desires.

She paused at the poster the other person was standing in front of and began looking for anyone who seemed to be waiting for another person in return. She hoped at least…

Gamzee, of course, had no hope of finding his way back to the place where he’d been knocked over. The thought didn’t even cross his mind - he wasn’t very good at considering possibilities with regard to problem-solving skills, and so at the moment he was wandering the halls in the opposite direction of where Rose stood, picking every seventh person to ask about the papers. 

His own papers, though, might provide a better clue than the person himself, if the girl who had them was inclined to snoop (or just desperate, especially as it was getting late). Among all the little clown-themed doodles, abstract scribbling, and the occasional half-sentence or so relating to actual classwork were Gamzee’s attempts at minimizing the amount of times he’d get lost. There are rough sketches of the school hallway layout, with paths traced from his math class to his dorm or that one interesting tree he didn’t want to lose to the room of that one guy he’d talked to twice. 

To make it more difficult for anyone reading it to figure out where his room was, Gamzee’s maps had little spatial accuracy and a few turns doubled back on top of each other or were otherwise warped. Gamzee himself started back toward his room after a while, still worried about the papers but also worried he wouldn’t find his way back before midnight or something.

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Rushing through the halls, Rose Lalonde muttered to herself as she tried her hardest to NOT be late for her next class. She’d let her mind wander too much during lunch, and by the time she realized the bell had gone she was supposed to be well on her way to class. But she wasn’t, and now she was moving way too fast to notice the number of people she was bumping along her way. Sure, she muttered sorries to each one, but the later she was the less number of students there were for her to run into.

As she was apologizing to the last person she hit, when she ended up going face-first into another student and sending them flying to the ground as Rose herself fell flat on her butt, books and papers flying out everywhere. Quickly gathering up her things and handing the other person a few of their things, Rose apologized and hurried off to her class.

Halfway through class, Rose realized she didn’t have her own things! She had the other student’s books and notes, which meant that half her music-sheets and the notes on what her songs are about, which are often personal. Great, just great…

The minute class was over, Rose immediately began searching out the person who had her papers.

For once, Gamzee was actually on his way to class, and he looked like he might be able to make it there on time - well, on time enough to be better than his usual, which tended to be “not showing up at all” or “wandering on in halfway through”. He was vaguely hopeful about making it there at a reasonable time, but apparently today was not the day to make that happen. He’d been making his way through the hallway, keeping out of the way of people, when he’d spotted an interesting-looking poster on the wall. 

Stopping to read it in the middle of the hallway was perhaps not the brightest of his ideas. (It wasn’t the worst, though, either.) He stayed in a pile on the floor, one foot folded under him and wide-eyed blinky surprised expression on his face, and he forgot to say thank you when she passed him the papers. He also forgot to look at the papers until he made it to his classroom (late, again). 

Well, uh. How should he go about looking for the girl to return her papers to her when he couldn’t even make his way to his dorm room without getting lost? He didn’t really look at her for long enough to remember what she looked like, either. In short: he was screwed. 

He’d try, though. Better that than keeping hold of all this... music? And he probably needed his own papers for something or other. 

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Is This Yours?

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Gamzee only realized that he’d shown up empty-handed once he’d already stepped into the room. He glanced down at his loose-hanging fingers and hoped that he wasn’t supposed to have brought anything. He hangs in the doorway awkwardly, and then blinks up at Davian. “Hey, brother. So, we gonna be getting our study on in here?”

Another place good idea if Davian didn’t hate the other areas that students normally study at. One exception was the roof, but that was a private sanctum for him. He beckoned Gamzee inside, turning to the backpack he had placed on the table in the living room. “Yeah. Want anything before we start? I think we have some Doritos and… water.” He needs to find his Captain Obvious hat with the Wow feather accessory.

Gamzee entered the room at Davian’s invitation, but he hovered awkwardly, not sure where to sit. “Uh, yeah, water’s all to being just fine.” He started glancing around the room while Davian went looking through his backpack, trying to seem like he knew what he was doing, but then he couldn’t decide whether it was rude to check out his stuff like that and opted to just space out at a spot on the wall. 

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Pain(t)

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Meenah wasn’t about to argue or disagree with someone telling her what to do as she pulled one of the stools over and plunked herself down on it, throwing her backpack to the ground as she kept dark eyes focused on the kid who was kinda talking. She wasn’t even sure why she was going along with everything, but any distraction was a good distraction now. Anything that could keep her mind off of them would be a good thing, and the teen heiress hoped that whatever this kid was doing would do the job. Well, whatever he was making on that canvas still had Meenah’s heart thrumming for some reason - for some reason that smattering of messy colours had her muscles tingling, wanting to witness more.

Glancing down at her hands and taking in the ink streaks that left a residue on her nail bed, the Peixes clenched her fists and closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly to try and forget how much it hurt to feel… Replaced? Was that the word she was looking for? Did she feel that they - as a couple - were taking the places in each others hearts that she once filled? She wasn’t sure, to be honest, and she didn’t want to think about it anymore. Meenah didn’t want to think, she just wanted to let all of her feelings out without breaking her hand like what happened last time. Last time she was replaced, tossed aside. She just needed a non-painful outlet.

Snapping from her thoughts, Meenah turned her tired eyes to the boy standing at the easel, wordlessly waving for him to continue what he was going on about as she got comfortable in her seat. Eyes glancing around at the room Meenah had never really been in - disregarding the time she got a haircut in the sink occupying the back corner - the young Peixes admired the feeling of the space. It was different from the other rooms on campus, it was full of colour and life and not just brick and whiteboards. It was almost relaxing, until Meenah turned her gaze to the boy painting and drawled, “I’m Meenah, by the wave. What’d yoar name, buoy? Ya do dis paintin’ shit lots? Hooks pike it. Hooks… Nice.” She commented cooly, trying to keep her compliment sounding nonchalant as she sat there observing.

Gamzee was a bit taken aback by the compliment. He was still wary, still trying very hard to be careful around this strange girl. He couldn’t remember if he’d seen her around campus before, because he barely remembered his own dorm room number these days, but she just gave off the feeling of someone he shouldn’t mess with. At the very least, she was someone he shouldn’t piss off. And here she was, throwing around nice things about him and his art in the form of... puns? He liked puns. He knew puns, and he was almost tempted to go down that road for this interaction but he wasn’t sure if she’d take offense at an unfunny joke. 

“Gamzee Makara,” he told her instead. “Good to meet you.” Great job, that definitely did not sound like a lie whatsoever. “And,” he started, trying to find the right words, “thanks, sister, s’all a nice motherfucking thing for you to be saying at me.” He scrambled for something else to say - he missed a question in there, he must have, but he’d let it slip his mind and there was no getting it back now. He did notice her hands, though. They looked like they were good at breaking things, and had indeed broken things, but most importantly they were pretty ink-stained. “You not gonna up and do any motherfucking art?” came out of his mouth before he gave it permission to. 

He rambled on before he could stop himself. “Ain’t like this is all being the music room, sister, you gotta do art in the art room. Be all kinds of weird-ass happenings if you didn’t.” He shot a nervous glance at his radio, wishing for it to come back to life and save him from the urge to fill up the silence with his blathering. Sooner or later he was going to say something that she wouldn’t like, and he most definitely does not want that to happen. “And besides, could cover up all that pen ink you’ve got with better colours, and you’re all sorts of looking upset besides.” He snapped his jaw shut there, unintentionally leaving the topic at the reason for Meenah’s anger. 

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Gamzee spent the hour wandering away from Davian’s locker and then attempting to find the room. He turned the numbers around in his head until they stopped looking like numbers and more like weird thin shapes with bends and curves, and then he promptly panicked and grabbed at them until they were decipherable bits of data again - if he’d lost them he wouldn’t know where to go, and that would have been a disaster. It took about fifteen minutes for him to remember to start heading in the right direction, and twenty to actually find the room, despite having started relatively close to it. Five minutes late, and slightly unsure if it was the right room, he raised his hand and knocked three times. 

Davian inhaled and exhaled within the relative safety of his dorm as he got up from his waiting spot on the couch. Opening the door, he stepped to the side to let Gamzee in as soon as he knows the right guy had answered the door. “Hey.” He didn’t know what to expect or what he was gonna take from this encounter, but there’s always hope.

Gamzee only realized that he’d shown up empty-handed once he’d already stepped into the room. He glanced down at his loose-hanging fingers and hoped that he wasn’t supposed to have brought anything. He hangs in the doorway awkwardly, and then blinks up at Davian. “Hey, brother. So, we gonna be getting our study on in here?”

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Pain(t)

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mer-gangsta:

It didn’t start like this, but it kind of ended like this - with Meenah almost fully covered in paint as she stood in one of the campus bathrooms, trying to wash blue ink off her hands from where her pens broke. It wasn’t her fault, really, but the sheer look of them… together… It made her blood boil for some reason. It was wrong, it was goddamned rude, but Meenah couldn’t control it. she felt guilty for being mad at it - mad at them - but it wasn’t something that was easily stopped. And she needed a better outlet than breaking her writing utensils.

It was a hard feeling to describe, but it was like a burning in the pit of her stomach that flared up when they were around, when they held hands and giggled together at their lockers. She could feel her heart pounding harder when this happened, as if it wanted to break through her ribcage and kill her, and her hands started to tense every time. It was wrong, they were her friends, but Meenah couldn’t deny she was jealous of what appeared to be romance brewing between the two of them. And she couldn’t do shit all about it for the sake of selfishness.

In all honesty, Meenah’s selfish feelings made her feel like she was becoming her mother - uncaring, only focused on how she felt - and it infuriated her. She couldn’t even return to class because they sat in front of her and were holding hands under the table - the reason she had broken her pens to begin with - so as she wiped her hands off, which were still ink stained, she picked up her bag and headed down the halls. She’d have simply gone outside and stress-smoked, but as she walked past the art room she heard very loud music playing, her curiosity getting the better of the teen heiress as she peeked in and found a single student painting something beautiful. There was no other way to describe it, and for some reason the image she saw on canvas had her walking into the center of the room, the feelings simple colours splattered on the easel making Meenah feel… Something. And she wanted in on it. Walking over to the speaker and turning it off, the Peixes looked at the other student and simply pointed at their work, stating plainly, “I pike that. Teach me how to do that.”

Gamzee had been having an okay day. There wasn’t anything nagging at the back of his mind, so either he didn’t have any responsibilities he’d forgotten or he’d forgotten them so thoroughly that their existence was less than a shred of memory. Either way the result was the same: his brain was light and he itched for something to do. He didn’t really feel like going on a walk, despite the sunny weather, because he’d wandered the hallways all yesterday and his bones were still a little tired. His hands, however, hadn’t been up to much at all. He could use them.

The art room was pleasantly devoid of people. That was fine, good, great - he was in the mood for doing, and not for talking. He shuffled around the semi-familiar tables and cupboards, pulling out what he needed and laying them out all across the space he had to work with. Which was a lot more than he was used to! He had all his colours and all this space, but the air was a bit empty so he fiddled with the neglected radio in the corner until he figured out how to make it blast something halfway decent. Yes. This was good. This was what he needed, just him and the blank space and the sound hanging in the air for him to work under. The noise felt like protection, and so he started.

It was something simple, and actually a bit more abstract than anything he had in mind - if you tilted your head and squinted, something like buildings or tents might appear, but the same can be said for bananas and clouds if you tilted your head the other way and closed one eye. Either way, he was having fun with it, and there was no one else around to critique his work anyway. 

That is, no one until an intimidating sort of girl strode in and stole his shield. That is to say, she cut off his music, and he froze with a paintbrush in midair and a smudge of purple on his cheek. “I, uh.” He turned slowly to stare at her, and she looked demanding enough and angry at something, so he nodded carefully. “Okay.” There was a beat of nothing. “Sit down? If you’re wanting, I mean, I-”

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Fun With Glass

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assertinggam8it:

That was a close one. In the few seconds that object started to hurl its way to Vriska, she could only stand there in awe as it was happening before her. If that ridiculous kid hadn’t caught the piece, she would have been screaming and yelling up a curse of storms for his negligence in keeping his project together and allowing her to get hurt in the process. But it didn’t happen, so such hostility wasn’t needed. 

When it seemed finally the dude caught wind of what she had be saying, even noticing the blood on his hands, she could have sighed a deep relief. What small window of opportunity she hoped he’d use common sense to take was wasted on his words, and god damn did this dude have a bizarre way of talking. What was wrong with his voice? What was wrong with his attitude on top of that? Instead of thanking her, this clown was making a big deal over the situation with her. 

“Are you kidding me right now? Are you ACTUALLY kidding me?” Her voice rose enough to catch the attention of a few other students who had been immersed in their own projects up until Vriska spoke up. She was riled up beyond her usual, feeling the disrespect of the other pushing her to go on a full blown rant.

“Here I am, trying to do you a favor because, let’s face it - before I walked over you would have gotten yourself hurt even worse than you are now. Not to mention, it’s pretty gross to see another student bleeding so openly. You outta get that looked at. But you know, whatever, I guess! Without me, you would have been totally oblivious, and don’t play like you wouldn’t. I’m doing you a favor here so at least you could thank me and I don’t know… go get that looked at by the nurse?”

If Gamzee was going to be dishonest with himself, he would’ve thought this: he would’ve told himself that he would have stopped himself when he caught himself in one of his moods, and apologized, and followed the scary girl’s advice. But that’s a lot of would-haves, and if he admitted the truth, it would be that he wouldn’t have been able to wind down quite fast enough no matter how the situation went. 

And right now, the situation was not going good. She was aggressing right back, and he didn’t like aggression. He really, really didn’t like it. She was loud and pushy and she kept trying to tell him how to feel and what he should do about his own self. His shoulders hunched in defensively and he absentmindedly dabbed at his cut with a spare paper towel so it wasn’t quite so red anymore, and then he looked at her with his cautious-angry frown. 

“No one,” he started, voice crackling a little. “No one up and said any of this was your motherfucking business.” He’d taken a step forward without really meaning to. “I’m at over here, and you’re there, so ain’t nothing making you get your walk on close to all this open bleeding but you and your own motherfucking self.” He had to pause, physically restrain himself to take another step. 

His hands were shaking, he thought, but he couldn’t exactly look down to check without looking like more of an idiot than he already was. He also didn’t want to check how much attention they were drawing, and so the result was a steady, unnerving stare from him to her. She reminded him of bad times, and he kept trying to tell himself it wasn’t her fault, but he could feel eyes on him and that made it so very hard to concentrate. He took another step forward into her space.

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Is This Yours?

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wingsofflight-aa:

“Cya.” Why did Davian do that? He has no one to blame but himself, he supposed. As soon as the juggalo was out of range, he ejected all the pent up air in his system, spinning about and heading to the place that is known as his semi-sanctuary. The fortress of his dorm was only half as stable as everywhere else, which in this case was a net gain compared to the rest of the school. He hoped that his roommate either wouldn’t mind a guest until curfew or that they were far from the room.. until curfew. Thankfully it seemed to be the latter as he entered the place, closing and locking the door behind him as he used the next hour to shower and organize the material that would be used for homework that day.

Gamzee spent the hour wandering away from Davian’s locker and then attempting to find the room. He turned the numbers around in his head until they stopped looking like numbers and more like weird thin shapes with bends and curves, and then he promptly panicked and grabbed at them until they were decipherable bits of data again - if he’d lost them he wouldn’t know where to go, and that would have been a disaster. It took about fifteen minutes for him to remember to start heading in the right direction, and twenty to actually find the room, despite having started relatively close to it. Five minutes late, and slightly unsure if it was the right room, he raised his hand and knocked three times.