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ingrid mulder, 17. outcast. the way to not feel cheated is to know how to cheat.

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“Trust me,” Arden said, eyebrows raising. “It’s useless. No amount of threats or pep talks could get that boy to do anything useful. I even quoted Patrick Henry– nothing!” She scoffed in disbelief; that man had persuaded everyone to fight against England, but he couldn’t get a high school boy to file some papers. “Hugo’s surprisingly good at handling the money, but he keeps suggesting more vending machines. Like Michelle Obama would ever allow that.” She pulled a packet of cheese crackers out of her bag and began opening it. “Do you have any suggestions for school improvements?”

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“I think the reason it’s not working is because you quoted Patrick Henry,” She said, gritting her teeth as if to personify the word ‘yikes’. “Clark’s like a five year old. You gotta use reverse psychology or something. Convince him that he’s doing the work for himself, and not someone else,” She shrugged, taking a long sip of her drink before leaning back and letting out a sigh. "Better books in the library,” She answered almost immediately, before thinking to herself. “Hm... Maybe increase lunch by, like, ten minutes? I’ve heard a ton of people complain that they’re almost always late to their post-lunch class.”

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“I got you,” he said with a laugh,“most people don’t know about it but the same thing happens to me every year.” He raised up a large stack of papers so she could see them,”just working on debate stuff. No one had bothered to make hard copies of the case file yet so I decided just to do it.” He actually didn’t have anything better to do with his time but he didn’t say that. 

[ingridmulder]

Jesus, that was a lot of paper. “What’s the debate about?” She asked, leaning against the side of her locker and staring at the papers for a moment before looking back over at him. “Unless that’s, like, a confidential thing.”

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Arden snickered at Ingrid’s own imitation of Willard; it was nice to let her guard down around someone. “They’re fine,” she remarked, moving to shuffle through her purse, not really looking for anything in particular. “Except Clark is a pain in the butt, but what’s new? I cannot believe–” She cut herself off, realizing she hadn’t actually mentioned that key piece of information to Ingrid yet. “…that he got elected.” Hopefully she hadn’t noticed her hesitation.

[ingridmulder]

An amused scoff left her lips. She wasn’t wrong. Clark had an uncanny ability to be a pain in the ass-- she probably knew this the best. “When you have enough friends you can pretty much do whatever you put your mind to,” She shrugged, deciding not to point out the hesitation in the other’s voice. “So, I’m not really that surprised. I’m pretty sure a good chunk of the student body voted for him as a joke, too,” She chuckled, shaking her head. “I can try getting him to take it a little more seriously, if you want. No promises.”

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“Oh,” he said relaxing almost immediately when he recognized that it was her. He chuckled,” that is quite the problem. You should try to find Miss Wong, she should have a list of all of the lockers and there combinations in her office.”

[ingridmulder]

“That’s... A good idea,” She admitted, lowering her arm away from the lock and looking towards him with an embarrassed half-smile. “Whatever, I’ll just ask her tomorrow-- what’s up?”

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At the sight of the girl, his senses heightened and he noticed his palms were clammy. He was unsure if it was the fault of being a complete weakling or she was making him feel things. The twins had the same problem with liking everyone’d they’d meet: the only difference was Faye pursued them (and succeeded). Unlocking it, he muttered uncharacteristically, “Me neither.” Part of him didn’t want to be blamed for having something strange and the other just didn’t know. Gramps could’ve been just clearing out junk. The box revealed nothing out of the ordinary: a hammer, nuts and bolts, axe, and a few of his sister’s hair-ties and a missing board game piece. He frowned at the unusually usual stash and pocketed the latter two. “How about now?”

[ingridmulder]

“Hm,” She murmured uncharacteristically, leaning forward and picking up the board game piece, examining it closely. “This could easily go for a couple grand,” She said sarcastically, sending him a faint smirk before dropping it back into the box. Chewing on her lower lip as she looked over the other contents of the box, she nodded to herself silently, walking away for a quick moment to write something down. “I can probably give you, like... 70 for it,” She offered, picking out the hair ties and holding them up with a faint smile. “Did you want these, or...?”

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Leo was as scrawny as they come and the kid always did his best to cover it up in baggy clothes and oversized shirts - things he didn’t realize emphasized his lankiness even more. Still, like it mattered, he only has ten or so articles of clothing (but who’s counting?). With a large toolbox in hand, he pulled the door to the pawn shop half-way (okay, honestly, it was only forty-five degrees). He didn’t know the details of why, but ever since last month his Gramps has been pissy and he needs to carefully stagger out his pestering. He’d hardly noticed the clerk as he dumped the box on the counter, digging the key out from his pockets. “So, how much?”

[ingridmulder]

Ingrid moved to sit up straight after leaning over onto the counter for nearly an hour, propped up on one elbow reading a magazine. It was one of those days where she was surprised there was even a business still standing there-- and  yet, the chime of the door was enough to pull her from her boredom. But, before she could give any words in response, she let out a faint snort, shaking her head. “Leo,” She chuckled out quietly. “I haven’t even seen what’s in it. I can’t offer you an actual price yet,” She said, raising a brow. “What’s up? You in a hurry or something?”

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[ingridmulder]

( @clarksingram ) Vivien and Kelli had never been unwelcoming. Never towards Ingrid, anyway.

However, it had been a while since she’d been to the Ingram residence when it wasn’t band-related. It was almost strange, but she didn’t mind it. Clark’s house had always been strange to her, anyway. Most of her friends’ houses seemed to fit them, after all. Margo’s was cozy and welcoming, Arden’s was spacious and neat-- it seemed like it was the opposite in this case. The most disgusting person she knew had the nicest house, what’s up with that?

Nevertheless, it was a welcoming home all the same. She’d been friends with Clark for so long that it was basically protocol to just walk right into his room. Though, she still found it in her right mind to knock, even with the door open. “Hey,” She greeted, tossing a bag of Doritos towards him. “I brought snacks.”

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“What? Yeah, no — I’m fine.” Man up, Dean. She’s like, an entire foot smaller than you. You’ve got this. Upon her asking about the name he’d given, his eyes widened slightly. Caught out in a lie. Shit. Yeah, of course. He’d forgotten that Dallas was in that band. “Uh —- yeah, Dean. That’s right. Must be a bit tired.” He raised a hand to run his fingers through his hair. “We probably did. I didn’t really – y’know, go that much, though. Don’t like maths.”

[ingridmulder]

Tired enough to forget your own name? She wanted to say, but then decided against it. She was already getting tired just from talking to him. “Yeah, I’m not so great at math either,” She admitted with a faint chuckle. “It’s nice to officially meet you, I guess.” She paused, a grin crossing her features. “I’m assuming you know Dallas, then?”

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“Oh, yeah. I dunno —- I feel like no one would believe that. I’m not sure I really look responsible, though. I’d have to – y’know, buy a cardigan without holes.” He knew who she was. Mainly because he’d side-step the hell out of a corridor when he saw her coming. He saw her with a bird once. He would never be the same. Ingrid was small, but she was scary. “—– I’m, uh…” Did he want to give her his name? What if she came for him? “I’m Dallas.” Good one, Dean.

[ingridmulder]

She almost scoffed. This guy looked as nervous as he was tall. “Are you okay?” She asked hesitantly. Was he not aware that she knew who Dallas was? Did he not know that she was in a band with that guy? “I thought your name was Dean?” She said, trying to hide a smile that threatened to cross her features. “I think we had math together last year.”

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“I…—Uh… Yeah, yeah, that’s me. Mr. Responsibility.” He stated, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked down at the top of her head, avoiding direct eye contact.

[ingridmulder]

“Uh huh,” She said. “That should be your slogan. That’s me. Mr. Responsibility. See? You’ve basically got your whole campaign set up, dude.” She studied his face for a moment-- she’d seen him plenty of times, but wasn’t sure if they’d ever really talked. His height was sort of intimidating, anyway. “I’m Ingrid.”

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“I think I’m gonna run for president in 2020. I mean — If Kanye can do it, I can do it. Besides, what better way to take down the government than to become the leader?” Oh, if only he could spell president.

[ingridmulder]

“...Sounds like an awful lot of responsibility for a 22 year old,” She said, raising a brow.