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[Karkat Vantas | | SHSL Therapist | | Room 127 | | Affiliated with Academy of Despair]]♋ [[ 0 Deaths | | 0 Kills ]]

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           { ✖ } — It was not like her to be so clumsy. Angels usually were just as graceful as all the myths stated. Of course, those myths never spent much time talking about angels developing crushes on strangers. It was not as if this had not happened before, but rather not exactly under the same circumstances. Stocking fell for people hard and much too fast. The process was hardly a process at all. Before she even realized she was completely invested in someone she had only met a week prior. There was no way to stop it, it was simply inevitable. 

           When he opened his eyes he was even more striking than she had initially thought. She nearly froze in place but opted for fumbling around awkwardly instead. Picking herself up off the ground Stocking then began to attempt to help the boy reconstruct his stack of books. Unfortunately, she was not being much help with her hands shaking from the current nerves she was experiencing. She soon decided it was best not to help since she was doing more harm than good. Instead she took to fixing her hair which had fallen into her face when she met the ground moments prior.

           ❝N-No…that’s not it I just saw you and I…Oh, never mind it doesn’t matter.❞ She let herself get scolded once more before tentatively replying. ❝You are…b-but that’s not important. You…You can just forget I said it.❞ That was when she noticed another book beside her, picking it up she held it for a moment before continuing the conversation.❝Plenty of people murder during the day time. I’ve been to a trial where that happened once b-but it’s not likely…If you are still tired I won’t stop you.❞ Glancing down at her lap, her emerald gaze met with the object she wished to return to the other. Working up the courage she finally looked up from her lap and handed the book to the troll. ❝H-Here, I think this is the last one.❞

[krabbyattitude]

Grabbing books from every which way, Karkat began to reorganize his stacks. At first, he saw the girl's hands helping him with the books. However, due to shaking hand syndrome, she stopped. Whatever, she wasn't really much of a help for him anyways. Every books she "helped" put in a stack was placed randomly. So, he removed them and placed them correctly. This girl sure was quite the person. First she trips and falls, waking him up. Then she has the nerve to call him cute like he's some sort of teddy bear. Just cause a person is shorter than average does not mean they're a child.

Lightly, he listened to her ramble on yet again. Something about people getting killed in daylight and sleeping being okay. Man, just the pick-me-up he needed. What a gal. Now he could really get that beauty rest he needed. Not. If anything, that ruined sleeping for him. Never again would he close his eyes. That ran the risk of murder, or worse, some chick ruining your books. He sighed and continued to stack his books and grab papers from behind him until he finished. However, his victory was interrupted by this girl informing him of the last book.

Karkat turned his attention to the book in her hands, "OH." Slowly, he turned to face her and took hold of the book. He looked up at the girl once he retrieved the book and "FUCK. WOW, NOT WHAT I EXPECTED UM. SORRY YOU SCARED ME. I'M...I'M THANKS FOR THE BOOK I GUESS." Muttering a "holy shit" under his breath, he placed the book in it's stack.

"OH RIGHT, I SHOULD PROBABLY DO THAT WHOLE STUPID FUCKING NAME THING. I'M KARKAT VANTAS. DON'T CALL ME VANTAS OR THE WHOLE DAMN THING OTHERWISE IT'D JUST BE ANNOYING AS HELL." He faced her again. "AND YOU ARE?"

[krabbyattitude]

Screw The Law | | @ wrighted

[wrighted]

Why did everyone always associate him with the mythical creature? He didn’t mind that he was associated with a Phoenix, but at the same time—couldn’t he just be a normal guy? He tried to push that thought away as the other screamed at him about being lucky.

He didn’t ask for this. He wasn’t even an attorney anymore. His roommates were just nicer than others, and his suit was just given to him. He was sure it was a gag gift from Monobear, because he didn’t exactly want this suit. It was kind of bothersome and brought back memories of him being a lawyer—things he didn’t really want to think about, because he didn’t even have a chance to become a lawyer here.

"Yeah, like the Phoenix creature—" the guy had a strange name, but so did a dozen of other people he’s met. Though Karkat was a bit different, for one he screamed everything. It kind of hurt Phoenix’s ears, but he didn’t see any point in telling him to be quiet—it’d probably not work.

"I don’t rise from the ashes though, heh," he said with a small chuckle. "Unfortunately I have no supernatural abilities of the sort." Oh he wished. "What about you, Karkat? Anything cool?"

[krabbyattitude]

Not a Phoenix. Just named Phoenix. Well, wasn't that weird as hell. Not even any supernatural power. So, the guy was just plain. Very, very plain...and in a suit. In a nice suit. Karkat looked him up and down. Nice suits, normal as hell. That meant this guy was suspicious as hell. Either that or he was really just the most boring thing on planet Earth.

All suspicions flew out the door when this guy talked to him like he was three itty bitty human years. Well, only an idiot would treat someone like that. Idiots usually didn't kill, mostly cause they never thought about it. Karkat gave a harsh glare to Phoenix.

"WELL, FOR ONE I'M NOT THREE HUMAN YEARS OLD. SO QUIT TALKING ME LIKE I AM. AND SURE, I HAVE SOME JUST FUCKING 'WICKED COOL' TALENTS."

Yeah, this guy wasn't getting on Karkat's good side anytime soon.

[krabbyattitude]

What The Fuck is A Titty Typhoon | | @ redtailedhero

[redtailedhero]

He watched as the other’s face contorted into what appeared to be discomfort, and blinked as he quickly pulled his hand away. Eh…. Did he do it wrong…? Or was he not supposed to do it like that? Alba worried, fearing that he might have weirded the guy out.

… Only to have those thoughts shoved aside at the mention of Wholing. He did his best to withhold the sigh that started to creep up from his lungs, instead trying to maintain a tiny grin.

"Haha… I guess it’s a unique name?" He murmured, scratching at the back of his neck. "It’s nice to meet you, Karkat."

Was it really, though? Karkat was blunt about everything, and Alba wasn’t exactly gonna be comfortable around that but the guy seemed to have his head firmly placed on his shoulders. And god knows how hard it was gonna be to find people like that on this island.

[krabbyattitude]

Karkat kept holding onto his hand, massaging it. He glanced up at Alba who was...well...Karkat wasn't sure what he was doing. Mostly he didn't understand the nervous laughing. Or how unique his name apparently was. He raised his brows and shrugged. Says Alba Wholing. Yeah, he wasn't memorizing that anytime soon. His lastname at least. Alba was an easy name to remember.

"UNIQUE? FOR A HUMAN I GUESS, BUT IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED I'M NOT EXACTLY A FUCKING HUMAN. FOR ME IT'S PRETTY DAMN NORMAL. HELL, MY NAME IS THE MOST NORMAL NAME OF ALL. I'M THE FUCKING POSTER BOY FOR NORMAL NAMES." That...was a bit to far wasn't it. Whatever, he could fix that. "LOVELY TO MEET YOU TO PAL."

Normally he'd drop this kid in the bat of an eye. He was like John, the stupid hero guy that was always friendly and annoying as hell. Though, it was usually good to have these kinds of guys on your side. From what he could tell, people like Alba always won and always seemed to stay on the right path. In a place like this, that was rare.

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           { ✖ } — The Angel usually would usually never be caught dead in a library but being that the island was no longer used for academic use it was one of the less populated locations to visit. It was not strange for her to enjoy her sweets and tea in solace, so she now frequented the musty room. There she ate her pudding in silent contentment until she heard slow, even breaths from behind a shelf of books.

           ❝Hm?❞ Stocking rose from her place behind the desk and made her way towards the source of the sound. Rounding the corner laying against a shelf in the middle of the aisle was the most beautiful boy she had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. He seemed to have fallen asleep, which,while it was not a very wise decision, she was thankful for. For a moment she was so overwhelmed that when she approached she completely ignored her footfalls. Tripping on a stack of books the girl fell right in front of the troll, which resulted in him waking. Fixing herself up as quickly as she could she then launched into a fast paced series of apologies.

           ❝I-I’m sorry…It’s just, um, wow you’re so cute and I got really distracted. You can go back to sleeping if you want or I’ll leave, I guess… I-It’s not safe to sleep out here though…❞

[krabbyattitude]

As per usual, it seemed everyone was a but too crowded with anooyances and things he honestly didn't want to deal with at the moment. His room was too quite, outside was too loud. Nothing was the right balance of noise and silence for him to get work done. He needed to focus. Afterall, coming up with an escape plan wasn't easy. Especially at the moment. Karkat hadn't slept all night. Instead he spent his time drawing out sloppy maps and writing culprits and/or suspicious people. Of course morning came and lucky him, that meant sun would shine down onto his bed. Not only that, but again, it was too quite to stay awake.

Karkat made his way over to the library, paparrs and lists in hand. The place was huge with the seats right in the center. No privacy. Looking at the shelfs he considered finding an area to claim. It also crossed his mond that maybe finding some books on escape plans or whatever ever else might come in handy would be wise. Slowly he made his way through the shelfs and pulled off some books here and there before situating himself against a shelf near the back. He opened one book and began to read. However, he felt that his eyelids were growing heavier and heavier till they closed.

A sudden crashing sound awoke him. Opening his eyes, he looked over to see a girl flat on her face. How attractive. She began apologizing or soemthing. Honestly he was too out of it to really comprehend what she was blabbering on about. Karkat heard only two things: you're so cute and not safe to sleep. Eyes widening, his face grew hot from embaressment. Cute? What the hell was this chick going on about? Well, he had enough at cute. He was not cute.

"WAIT WHAT? YOU TRIP OVER SOME BOOK CAUSE YOU CAN'T LOOK INFRONT OF YOU CAUSE I'M..." Straightening himself up a bit he began picking up his books. "I'M NOT BY THE WAY. ALSO NICE GOING YOU KNOCKED OVER ALL MY BOOKS..... LOOK, I'M PRETTY SURE SLEEPING IS A-OK LADY. I'LL BE FINE. PLUS IT'S DAYTIME. WHO THE HELL MURDERS DURING THE DAY? IDIOTS."

[krabbyattitude]

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THE ASSHOLE CAN KEEP TRACK OF A MILLION MURDER CASES, BUT HE CAN'T KEEP TRACK OF ONE FUCKING PEN?"

[krabbyattitude]

I Don't Swim Freestyle | | @ uglysharktears

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His inauguration on the murder island had been a steep descent into some of the most bizarre, morbid circumstances he could have ever imagined. Not everyone was bad, but with a recent spur of mounting death tolls, Rin didn’t fancy taking his chances. That Monobear sure was one sick puppy, it gutted the teen to contemplate how long he could be expected to remain stranded here.

The thought burdened him daily, even swimming; a sport he’d grown to cherish on a deeply personal level wasn’t even considered safe. Between the choice of hanging with the Great White’s circling the reef or tempting his fate in the school pool for some lunatic to try and drown him instead? No thanks.

Still, he couldn’t wallow and simply do nothing with the endless time on his hands. Swimming tightly packed in a sports sack, he was probably partially to blame for the collision having lowered his gaze briefly in order to give his swim gear the once over. It didn’t really help that the guy was short as Hell, he might have even been inclined to mutter some form of apology — had the other not acted like such a douchebag over the entire incident.

“‘Oie, got a problem? You’re the one that walked into me!” Tsk, it was barely a bump.

An arch of his brow as the swimmer focused his gaze on what…could only be described as some grey Orc like creature? Fucked up looking kid for sure, and that’s something coming from a guy with serrated shark teeth. 

"What the Hell are you anyway??"

[krabbyattitude]

Oh wonderful. Fan-freaking-tastic. The dude was an asshat too. Nice one buck-o, slam into the worlds angriest guy. It wasn't even Karkat's fault that he walked into him. If the idiot had watched where he was going then maybe this wouldn't have even happened. Yeah,, that's right. Not his fault at all. Not one bit. It was all this jerk's fault. Fuckin' red-haired snot.

Then the guy has the nerve to ask what Karkat was. Really? Says the human guy with the damn shark teeth. Now that definitely was not normal. He had seen a few humans before and none of them had teeth like that. Not a single one of them did. So who exactly was this guy asking questions like that? Jeez, the people these days.

"I'M A TROLL. AND I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME DAMN QUESTION. WHAT'S UP WITH THE FUCKING TEETH? I'VE NEVER SEEN A HUMAN WITH THOSE BEFORE. WELL NOT THE TEETH, I MEAN THE WHOLE THEM BEING ALL SHARP AS HELL THING."

[krabbyattitude]

What The Fuck is A Titty Typhoon | | @ redtailedhero

[redtailedhero]

"Uhm…" He stared down at the stranger’s hand, feeling a little skeptical. The last time he agreed to shake hands with someone he hadn’t met before ended in them exploding a bomb in his face after all. He couldn’t help but be a little wary of something that happening again.

Nevertheless, the other’s behavior didn’t seem particularly suspicious. He genuinely seemed interested in socializing, but the way he put it made Alba pause and think.

So, he wasn’t human? Well, duh. He didn’t exactly look human either if the skin and the horns were any indication. Perhaps he was a demon? He should ask Ruki about that sometime.

After another moment of deliberation, the young hero decided to take the stranger’s hand.

"Oh- uh, yeah! This is one way we can introduce ourselves, yeah." He gave his companion’s hand a good shake. "My name’s Alba Fruhling. What’s yours?"

[krabbyattitude]

The guy sure did take his time. For a good while Karkat began to wonder if he was even going to take the damn hand. Or maybe he did it wrong. Who knew and it was too late to change anyways. So instead, Karkat stared at this boy intensity for a good solid minute before looking down at his hand as well. 

Maybe...there was something wrong with it?

Oh, apparently not. The sudden feeling of the other's hand made him jump a little. He stared with wide eyes as his hand was shook. God damn, this was weird...

"OKAY YEAH...THAT'S ENOUGH." He pulled his hand away and held it as if it had been hurt. Yeah, he did not like that. "ALBA WHOLING? SORRY, I'VE NEVER EVEN FUCKING HEARD OF ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE. ANYWAYS, I'M KARKAT VANTAS. JUST CALL ME KARKAT THOUGH...OR ELSE IT WOULD BE REALLY WEIRD AND JUST PLAIN FUCKING ANNOYING."

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[krabbyattitude]

Screw The Law | | @ wrighted

[wrighted]

Phoenix narrowed his eyes and put a hand to his temple, rubbing it slightly before dragging his hands back down to his sides. He sighed and then listened to the other rage on, or what seemed like raging since he clearly sounded very full of anger.

All the former defense attorney could do was shake his head. He hated having to go through the constant turmoil of explaining to people here on the island the meaning of “disbarred.” He decided to put it to the side and tell Karkat about his outfit instead.

"…It’s not that he forced me to wear it. I have two outfits.” He shrugged and pointed to his suit. "My suit, and well…my sweat shirt and pants. I have to alternate them." The brunet then began to scratch the back of his head and laugh nervously. It did sound a bit foolish when he said it out loud, but then he continued.

Putting his hands on his hips he spoke, "And…heh, my roommates decided to do laundry today." It was kind of obvious that it meant my roommates took my only sensible clothing option, so I’m stuck wearing this suit.

And then he remembered to introduce himself.

"Right. My name is Phoenix…and you are?"

[krabbyattitude]

Two outfits? What, did this guy get some special treatment cause he was some...attorney? How ridiculous. Not to mention unfair. Karkat led a team of twelve idiots to victory, well almost victory but still, and he didn't get two outfits. All he got was the one stupid yet comfortable outfit he was wearing at the moment. Sure, it was practical and it made for less of a hassle, but it would be nice not to have to march across the island in nothing but underwear all day. The things he did for cleanliness.

Plus, even if he did have a second outfit, he never found the damn thing. He wasn't in the mood for hide the clothes-and-seek.

Oh how nice. His roommates were nice people too. Must have been nice living this guy's little life here. Karkat always had to do his own laundry. The damn people he roomed with were almost nonexistent. They were either not there or just sitting around being annoying all day. Not that he minded much, he did like time alone. Then again, a little help would be nice everyone once in a while.

"BOY, IT MUST BE NICE TO HAVE ROOMMATES THAT DO THAT SHIT FOR YOU. AND TO HAVE TWO FUCKING OUTFITS. LUCKY BASTARD."

Okay, that was a bit rude. Time to cut back on the rude comments.

"SORRY. I'M KARKAT. KARKAT VANTAS. SO...GOTTA ASK, ARE YOU LIKE THE FUCKING BIRD OR? I MEAN LIKE, DO YOU RISE FROM THE ASHES AND ALL THAT SHIT?"

[rcanines]

Stupid as hell was something he did best apparently. Too naive to notice it about himself, he never really thought the things he said might be moronic and completely wasted to those who’s ears they fell on. Actually, he sorta just thought they were really pessimistic and a bit cynical. ‘Course that was the life being ignorant about what people thought of you, right? 

Attention finally casting itself to the one he so rudely bumped, he stared a moment; trying to seek out the best in him. Boy was he short. “Well aren’t you a funny lookin’ guy.” A hand reaching up, he rubs his own chest, in which was puffing up in a proud, pleased way. “Yeeeeeeeep. I was in a gnome death match. There weren’t no teams or nothin aside from us an’ ‘em zombies, but we was taking it all the way to the concert to leave with us. Them tongue fellas kept tryna take it outta my hands, ya’ know? I was runnin’ and I’d turn a corner and there the sonnna’bitch would be, smellin’ like he just smoked a twenty-four pack of marblos and waiting to knock me over and make everythin’ harder.” Releasing a rather heavy, almost dream like sigh, he continued. “Them pouncing guys got me too. Scored some of their claws an’ ripped my shirt up for the damn gnome I was like, GODDAMN! Ya bitches want it, you can have it.” Finally, he leaned in, tone coming into a slight whisper. “But I was just sayin’ that to make ‘em stop, ya know? They didn’t, but it was worth a shot.”

[krabbyattitude]

Who was he calling funny? He should take a look at himself. With that strange hat and stupid looking outfit. He was the funny looking one. His appearance wasn't the only funny thing funny about him. There were his stories. Those were fucking hilarious. Zombies? Karkat wasn't even sure what the fuck those were, but they were definitely fake as fuck.

"VERY INTERESTING. LEMME GUESS, YOU RAN INTO SOME FUCKING PRANCING DUDES TOO? REALLY FUCKING HILARIOUS. YOU KNOW I'M NOT A GOD DAMN IDIOT. I CAN TELL YOU'RE BULLSHITTING THAT STORY. SURE, IT'S PRETTY FUCKING INTERESTING, BUT IT'S REALLY DAMN STUPID. OH AND IT'S SO UNLIKELY IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE. NICE JOB. GET A DAMN HOBBY."

[thatonekidinblue]

　　　　　　　　　　　　Aʜ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪs.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Tʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀғᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʟ.

[rcanines]

Amazing. This place has working tvs and everything. Now he can see if he can watch some good ol’ cartoons for the day and laugh at goofy’s damn fa— wait a minute. This wasn’t any cartoon. This was some sort of reality show with some kids out in an amusement park talking about gnomes, holding ‘em and guarding ‘em like it was some kinda sport of the NGLC. Time to nudge whoever is standing nearby, nod his head to the screen and—

"I’ve done that before."

[krabbyattitude]

He watched the screens in anger. How could he do this? That stupid bear. He had to be stopped. Making people kill eachother over stupid fucking gnomes...that was going too far.

Karkat's thoughts were interrupted by a stranger nudging him. And who the hell was this? Was he trying to impress someone? Because saying you participated in a gnome death match sounds stupid. Well, the guy sure did look stupid as hell. Time to set this fucker straight.

"SURE. YOU PARTICIPATED IN A GNOME DEATH MATCH. I CALL BULLSHIT ON THAT."

[krabbyattitude]

Screw The Law | | @ wrighted

[wrighted]

Phoenix used to be an attorney, and provided that he had used to be an attorney—the wonderful people who ran the school decided to give him his old suit and badge, along with his normal clothes that he wore now that he was an ex-attorney. He had to alternate between them very often, since he only had three outfits—pajamas, suit, and casual.

Today happened to be the day that his roommates would collect all the laundry in the room and toss it in the washer to be cleaned. He was not aware of this fact, and found that the only thing in his closet was his suit outfit. And he tried really hard not to wear this outfit—specifically since he had passed Klavier once, the guy who disbarred him of his badge—and felt particularly embarrassed by that. Like Phoenix looked totally hungover his loss and was still wearing his attorney suit.

So, Karkat, don’t blame Phoenix for catching all the attention.

People staring never really bothered him since he had worked in a court of law after all. Being the defense attorney always made you seem like the bad guy when the criminal looked obviously guilty, and the entire courtroom’s eyes would screw onto you watching your every move. Phoenix paid no attention to the stranger’s staring, until he brought his suit up.

He tried really hard not to slap the other guy, since he knew that violence was never the answer. The brunet turned around and inhaled a deep breath before exhaling. The ex-attorney was a really nice guy, or at least he thought he was, and he didn’t want to ruin such a good streak.

"I didn’t get a choice on what to wear, and it’s a suit from when I used to be an attorney," he finally says, shaking his head. Why did people care about what he wore? If anything, one of those ugly tissue cravats would have caught more attention than a guy donning a cheap-ass suit. (But alas, Edgeworth wasn’t here so Phoenix should’ve stopped complaining on the spot.)

[krabbyattitude]

Oops, looks like Karkat caught this guy on a bad day. Or maybe it was because he did act like a fucking asshole three seconds ago. Whatever, he was just speaking the truth. Nothing wrong with that, right? He was pretty sure humans liked the whole honesty thing. Wasn't like...being honest is better than being a lying asshole. Yeah, sounds right. So this guy should be all 'Ya did a good thing pal' to Karkat? Oh right, he almost forgot.

He was a fucking asshole in a suit.

Turns out Karkat was incorrect in assuming this man chose to wear this get up. It seemed he was forced to? Yeah cause that totally made sense. Also, he was something called an attorney. Oh and that totally did not sound made up. However, Karkat couldn't really say anything considering he was not a human. That wouldn't stop him though.

He took a good look at the guy. Wow, he really pissed him off huh? Well at least he was trying to be polite. That was something. He should probably apologize. Maybe explain that he has no clue what the right and wrong times for honesty are. Damn humans and their wishy-washy bullshit. Guess this meant he had to apologize for absolutely nothing. Didn't really plan on getting killed anytime soon.

"SORRY. WASN'T AWARE YOU WERE A...WHATEVER THE FUCK AN ATTORNEY IS." He couldn't hold back his rude tongue for long though. "SO, WHAT? DID THE LITTLE MAMMAL THING MAKE YOU WEAR IT? YOU SERIOUSLY COULDN'T STOP A STUPID TINY ASSHOLE?" 

That was a bad choice of words considering he was a stupid tiny asshole. Oops, Karkat did it again.

[krabbyattitude]

What The Fuck is A Titty Typhoon | | @ redtailedhero

[redtailedhero]

The third island was one Alba hardly ever visited. It was where all the attractions were set up, and he didn’t really like the feeling of going to these places all alone. He was lonely enough as it was; there was no way he was going to take it further by emphasizing it.

But today, he was getting restless. Really, really, restless; and it would’ve drove him insane to sit around all day, so here he was. Wandering through the third island like a lost ghost trying to find its purpose in the afterlife. He walked by Titty Typhoon, ignoring it for everything it stood for, but when a hand suddenly grabbed at his shoulder Alba couldn’t help but yelp.

He stared at the stranger, incredulous. Of all the people here, why’d he end up getting caught up in this? He was just trying to pass time peacefully— what could he have done to garner unwanted attention this time!?

"E… Excuse me?" He stammered out,"I don’t… actually know myself…? I think it’s a pub or something… B-but yeah, it’s one heck of a weird name—"

Alba would normally have had more to say about something so blatantly, offensively, stupid, but his surprise was keeping him from thinking straight. 

[krabbyattitude]

The small scream from the other startled Karkat a bit. It wasn't like he trying to scare the damn kid. He was probably dealing with someone like Tavros again. Great. Rolling his eyes he let go of the kid and waited for his answer. Of course he waited for the stupid stare to pass. The stupid stare that everyone gives when they are a scared asshole. Once it seemed the kid was ready to speak, Karkat crossed his arms.

Oh great, so he was useless. No one knew why the Titty Typhoon was the Titty Typhoon. How could he be so blind? Of course only the fucking Titty Typhoon knew the answers. The Titty Typhoon knew all. What a load of crap.

Karkat let out a huff and the kid's incompetence and the stupid Titty Typhoon behind him.  At least he got some answer, or at least an attempt at one. It sure was a hell of a lot better than nothing. Only probably was he had no fucking clue what the hell a pub was. Maybe he should just ignore it and try to actually make a friend or ally in this shithole. Good plan.

"RIGHT, A PUB. WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS." He paused a few moments before reaching his hand out for a shake. "THIS IS WHAT YOU HUMANS DO, RIGHT? AWKWARDLY SHAKE EACHOTHER'S HANDS AND INTRODUCE YOURSELVES?"

[krabbyattitude]

I Don't Swim Freestyle | | @ uglysharktears

A train wreck was what this place was. Or...that's what it was going to be. It made no sense here. Everything was absolutely ridiculous and the rules were a bunch of bullshit. There had to be someone planning out an attack, right? No one would just stand by and let this bear boss them around and make people go murder hungry. Surely someone was ready to do something or at least panning to.

That's right, there probably wasn't any. No one cared. If anything, all these crazy kids liked getting an excuse to kill. Hell, even adults were doing it to. Looks like it was fun for the whole family!  Karkat was sick of hearing body after body after body being announced. He was tired of all the bodies pilling up. Anyone and everyone could be the next murderer. It was fucked up. All of it was.

His thoughts were interrupted by him slamming into someone else. Oh yeah, he probably should have been looking in front of himself. "OW, FUCK. WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU ASSHOLE."

Looking up he saw who he and ran into. Oh. Oh no. He fucked up. He fucked up big time. This guy was tall and not only that he was fucking ripped. The guy looked like he an Equius kind of strong. Shit, he probably shouldn't of gotten mad at the dude.

"OH SHIT."

[krabbyattitude]

Screw The Law | | @ wrighted

If the situation wasn't shitty enough as it was, the fact that he knew no one at the god forsaken place was worse. At least, he hadn't seen any familiar faces yet. All the people Karkat had seen this far were either psychopaths or just plain weird. Not that he should really be talking. He was probably just as weird to them if not more so. 

Speaking of strange looking people. Karkat looked over to see a tall man with well...the strangest fucking hair ever. What was going on with it? Forgetting what manners were, he stared at the man for a good long time. Mainly his hair bothered Karkat, but it was also the suit. There was no need for a suit. The guy didn't fucking need the damn suit. 

It was probably for attention. The guy looked like he loved the limelight. God, what an asshole. Karkat wanted to tell the guys what an ass he looked like, but instead he just sat and angrily stared at him. Maybe he should go ask him why he was wearing it in the first place. After the guy explained Karkat could explain too. Explain how fucking stupid the guy looked. Good plan.

He got up and marched over to the man. Getting onto his tip-toes to reach his shoulder, Karkat tapped him. 

"NOT SURE IF ANYONE ELSE HAD TOLD YOU THIS YET, BUT YOU DON'T NEED A DAMN SUIT ON SHIT ISLAND YOU KNOW. IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING ASSHOLE."

Nailed it.

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What The Fuck is A Titty Typhoon | | @ redtailedhero

For a murder school the place was pretty decked out. There was just about everything for everyone. It was a bit overwhelming, but Karkat would manage somehow. If he ever needed any help he would just ask for it. Then again the kids here were all a bunch of asshole whack-jobs. So on second thought maybe he wouldn't. Unless, of course, the person looked normal and like a reasonable one. Which there weren't too many of here.

He scoped out the first few places on the island within a few days. None of them really interested him and honestly, most of them we're pretty stupid to him. Hopefully he could scope out the more fun looking places for the next few days. That should keep him occupied. It should also take his mind off all the murder and death happening around here. Afterall, it seemed to be raining dead bodies recently.

As he walked around the third island he spotted a large sign that read: Titty Typhoon. What the fuck was that. He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous looking building and stood for a while to just stare at the place in all it's glory. All it's nonexistent glory.

"WHY THE HELL IS THERE A TITTY TYPHOON HERE? WHAT, DO THEY DO FUCKING WEATHER REPORTS THERE? WATCH OUT FOR HURRICANE MY ASS. THIS PLACE IS A FUCKING JOKE. GOD." 

Turning around, he looked for the first person that was as normal looking as possible. Ah-ha, bingo. He walked up to them and grabbed them by the shoulder. Then he pointed to the Titty Typhoon.

"EXCUSE ME. WHAT EXACTLY IS THAT FUCKING MESS?"