Coolest Kid in Paradox Space

Dave Strider Affiliated with Rival Days Captain of Fencing Team Dorm A-1

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[Your name is Karkat Vantas and by god it's another FUCKING DAY IN THIS FUCKING SCHOOL YET AGAIN. You stare out in space. Or at least tot he bored before you as you doze off today to hear another Physiology. Though it could have been worst, today was a day that the youngest Vantas was out of it. ]

Well that was too fucking bad for his next class. Oh god, no. Like hell he wanted to take Calculus now. No fucking way in hell. Fuck that. FUCK IT ALL. At least that was what Karkat was thinking to himself, his mind telling him to ‘fuck today, you can make it up tomorrow’ ver and over again. Karkat’s eyes wondered up to glance at the clock. Two more FUCKING GRUESOME minutes left.

Karkat couldn’t help but rest his head on the desk. It was the worst experience now, to have been sent to this school when that damn fire started. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprise if he was accused for starting something like that. He would have not mind in burning something down to express his anger of being sent to this school.

Well that was just his fucking luck now wasn’t it…

Well who gives a flying fuck of what others thought of him. Not him. CERTAINLY not him. Karkat couldn’t care less of what other people thought of him, and that was the attitude Karkat intends to keep to others in this school.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

“AH SHIT!” Karkat’s shot his head up as the bell scared him…well, not that he would admit it. Karkat ignored whatever what was going on, looking at the bored to take not of the work that would be due the next time he would come to class. Too fucking easy. He may as well get a chance to start on his work right?

WRONG.

Not now at least. Karkat glance up in thought and thought of his next class once again. FUCKING calculous. Fuck that. He was not going to go there today. So today, Karkat decided to take a little detour from his usual rout. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. After all, there should be students heading over to their next class. He should be at peace all alone by himself. At least that’s what the shorter male thought.

With hands in his pocket, and a disinterest look on his face to everyone around him, Karkat thought it would be best to go somewhere quite and under some shades. Maybe the garden would be best for him at the moment. There wouldn’t…or at least, there shouldn’t be anyone around there now, well at least that’s what Karkat thought.

Though as fate has it, he was not alone. ‘FUCK, ARE YOU KIDDING ME.’ Karkat spoke in his mind as he saw a familiar blonde just doing… nothing. NOTHING! Can you believe that? Thinking he can wear his fucking SHADES and do NOTHING? How the hell did he get others to speak about him so much. Karkat was sure that he was going to get a headache every time someone mention his name. What a fucking annoyance.

“STRIDER! So this is a SURPRISE. Did you get DUMP or some SHIT like that, or are you just TOO COOL right now to say anything about it. OH. SHIT. You might even be CRYING right FUCKING NOW.” That was how Karkat would greet the blonde at times. Or at least when he felt like trolling the other for a while. To pass the time.

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Well shit. 

Dave had been hoping to spend some time alone and get a few minutes of quiet in, but of course someone always managed to find him through some unknown force of gravitational pull that the cool kid seemed to have obtained. He would have really taken anyone else, anyone who at least liked him, but of course the one person who didn't particularly express fondness for the Strider had to be the one to find his secret spot.

Letting out a distinct sigh, the senior turned towards the inexplicably disgruntled boy that he could never quite label as his friend or enemy. It was kind of just a weird thing they had going on, where Karkat would insult him about 100 times over and he's just respond as he normally would which only pissed off the other even more. To be honest, the guy was just a wannabe troll who probably just liked to yell a lot. Either way, Dave seemed to be the only one who put up with it for more than a few minutes. 

"You know me, Karkles-" A name Dave knew he hated, so of course it was used. "- I come out here to shed my manly tears nearly everyday. Sometimes I can't stand how uncool everyone is, so I have to ironically cry for them before it's too late for their poor teenage souls."

Crimson eyes gleamed with amusement behind dark shades as he turned to fully face the other in order to properly address him.

"Did you come out here to console me, hotshot? Or are you here to sob about your miserable life some more? Don't worry, Dave is here. Go on, let it all out." The student leaned back on the bench once more to face away from the other kid with disinterest, his words obviously only meant to provoke as none were said in a sincere tone. 

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[It was only third period and Fionna already decided she needed a break. Pre Algebra had totally fried her brains, and most of her classes were just…well, boring. The only reason she went to them (sometimes) was so she could stay in all of her sports. that, and to pick up homework, that Tooth ended up doing. She never asked the girl to do it for her, and she knew cheating was sorta wrong—-but Fionna didn’t want to be rude and deny the gesture of kindness.

Either way, Fionna decides to play hooky. The garden was always great—she pretended to be back in the amazons with her folks, meeting tribal princes and the villagers. She slithers out of the hallways and makes her way to her destination. Fionna arrives and lets out a relieved laugh, beginning to climb onto a tree.]

Woohoo!

[She stood on top of a branch, allowing the gentle breeze to hit her. It felt so liberating, and it made her yearn for days of adventure instead of school days. Fionna backs up a bit too much though, and ends up falling off the branch. She lets out a scream, landing on her left arm with a thud. Hitting the pavement, she’s lucky her arm doesn’t break. the blond gets up slowly.]

Rrgh….

[Then lets out a gasp when she realizes she landed right in front of an occupied bench. She could have sworn no one was there a second ago. Fionna’s cheeks turn bright pink, and she sits up quickly, staring at the other as if she was a deer stuck in headlights.]

Uh….

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Man, as much as he wanted to come to this place, sometimes it could be such a drag when it came to entertainment. Sure, Dave purposefully secluded himself from the rest of the school at the moment and it wasn't like he wanted to draw attention to himself right this second, but the senior occasionally wished something exciting would happen. It always felt as if this big gap in his life was missing something; something that he couldn't put his finger on directly. A bit of danger or anything amusing, besides the ever thrilling game of lacrosse or a round of fencing. Either way, the cool kid leaned back on the bench and eyed the serene environment before him- the albino's red irises always hidden behind black shades. 

That's when he noticed a blonde girl, slightly familiar in appearance, climbing a nearby tree while shouting something with an eager tone. Wasn't she in the Fencing Club? Lofting an eyebrow, his head slowly followed her movements in an upwards direction as she made her way higher and higher in the backdrop with each branch she set her foot upon. He kind of felt like he shouldn't look after awhile, because he would probably be staring up her skirt or something- so he glanced away to occupy himself with something else to watch. He only looked back once he heard a sudden scream, calmly turning his hues back onto the girl who was now sprawled out on the ground in front of him. Sure, he would have caught her if he had still been paying attention, but now it seems she had spotted him in return so he could only keep an expressionless gaze in her direction. 

A few seconds later and the senior let out a slight laugh, but it was controlled like most of his emotions when he let them show- his brother, or father figure, always teaching him to play cool. Standing up in a leisurely motion, he walked over to the sitting figure and reached out a hand to help her up.

"You alright?" Hopefully he wouldn't have to take her to the nurse or something, because then he'd get caught for skipping earlier than expected.

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[ Your name is Rose Lalonde and if someone said that you were strictly a good girl who doesn't know how to mess around then you might just laugh in their face -- but thank them nonetheless for thinking that anyway.

Bless your heart do you try though, which is what counts, you think. People do know you for your composure and whatnot. But it hardly matters. ]

     The books she needed for her next few periods (among others) are pressed up against her chest as she made her way down the hall; the heels of her mary janes clicking silently against the floor as she briskly strode her way out of the building. She deemed it useless to go to class today as the schedule says that they were going over something she already knew. It’d be redundant and a waste of time to attend to something that would only repeat what she already knows.

     So she skips class. Simple as that.

     With her she carried a book that she’s been itching to get her hands on, so she might as well find a quiet spot in isolation and simply immerse herself in prose for the rest of her impromptu free period.

     She makes a list in her head, one that would fit her criteria of isolated and quiet and a few names come up; one being Dave’s ‘secret’ spot that he had. It’ll do for now. She can’t exactly just waltz back into her dorm and lock herself back up; the library wasn’t an option either.

     And so with a quick turn on her heel she’s off towards the gardens, books in tow. She’s already giddy with excitement.

     What she doesn’t expect to see when she gets there there is.. well, Dave. Though she supposed that she should’ve at least thought about the probability of him being there — well, whatever. At least he’d know better than most to bother her to the point of severe irritation.

     She clears her throat and stands by the bench; weight shifted onto one leg as she tapped a finger against her arm; brow raised inquisitively before finally speaking up to the shaded blonde.

     ”Skipping Stats again, I see.”

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Dave certainly knew he should be going to classes, after all he had his grades to keep up if he wanted to keep himself from being a dropout or something, but there was always that voice in the back of his head that told him there was always tomorrow. Always tomorrow- he could do his homework then and catch up in stats. It'd work out better that way, because if he tried to do anything today he'd only put himself in a bad mood which wouldn't allow him to do any work at all. Yeah, he'd do stuff tomorrow.

Today felt like a relaxing day, or at least a 'skip class and sit on a bench' kind of day. Either way, the Strider wasn't about to get up and go be productive. 

That's why he flinched a little upon hearing his sister's voice, crimson eyes glancing towards the proud figure behind dark shades- the only noticeable body movement to acknowledge her presence was a slight tilt of his head.

They had agreed to get together and go to the same school by pulling a lot of strings and as happy as he was to have his sibling around, he sometimes wished that she wasn't as responsible as she turned out to be. He wondered if her mom taught her to be like that or what, because she certainly didn't get that attitude from Bro. 

At least he didn't think so.

"Yeah, well- you know how it goes. I'm already excelling in that class that they hardly need me around in the first place."

A slight twitch of his lips signaled a flash of a smirk before the cool kid brought his stoic expression back into place, feigning a look of surprise soon after which was only visible to those who knew how to look beyond the obstructive sunglasses.

"Oh, Miss Lalonde. Are you skipping class too? What will mother and father think? Tsk, tsk."

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[Your name is Dave Strider and you couldn't be more bored than right now.]

"A basic knowledge of statistics will be essential in the higher-level positions you will be assuming..."

[You suppose that you would rather be here than watching paint dry.]

"An understanding of basic statistics will be of value to you personally because it will expand your intellectual horizon and enable you to critically analyze the statistics that are becoming commonplace in newspapers and periodicals—in health and medicine, sports, finance, and other areas. A knowledge of basic statistics is now an essential part of being a well-educated person..."

[Scratch that. You'd watch two coats of paint dry. Anything but this.]

The senior nearly fell asleep with his shades precariously nearing the edge of his nose, jerking a little in his spot once his head dipped lower than usual and sitting up expectantly. After a couple more minutes of a lecture that he couldn't recall even if his life depended on it, Dave grabbed his backpack once class was over and strode out of the doorway with a pleasant feeling of relief. Statistics had been sharpening its collective blades for an impromptu warfare while attempting to saw his head clean off with its boring dialog and redundant chapters. Not to mention, the teen had no idea what most of it meant as math-related classes never really struck him right, so he was hoping to get out of that death pit with a D, or maybe a C if he sacrificed a goat to Athena, the Goddess of War and Wisdom.

It was becoming a very real possibility.

This was his first year at this school, a little late for a transfer as it was his senior year, but that didn't seem to matter too much. He had mainly picked this place out to get away from his overbearing brother and meet up with his sister whom he had only communed with through online chats. Not to mention, some of his other friends had been considering going here so if they did show up, it'd become the most prime establishment anyone has ever walked in on. Until then, he'd been keeping himself occupied with fencing and photography while writing metaphorical and symphonic raps that only the musical geniuses could appreciate. At some point Dave had become the Fencing Captain too, but it wasn't a surprise as he had always had sword fights with Bro back at home- even though the swords were shitty.

Roaming throughout the hallways, he was stopped by students here and there who wanted to say 'hello' or ask the ever popular question, but very generic, 'what's up?'. Some asked about when his next game was for lacrosse, some asked how the Captain was doing, and mostly everyone else just gravitated towards him with their mouths running or gaping open like a fish out of water- either way, Dave barely knew any of them by their first names as he couldn't care less. Maybe it was a bit egocentric with a dash of apathy, but the cool kid certainly gained a crowd pretty fast around here- it could be because of how he acted or what he was into, maybe it was the sports he excelled in or the ironic photography he manipulated, or maybe he is just that fucking attractive- damn grab a fucking pen and write this shit down before you lose track of all the reasons on why Dave Strider is popular. 

But sometimes it got to be a bit much. Not that he couldn't handle it, no way- a Strider can deal with anything, but a break was acceptable now and again.

And during those times, like right now, he'd go into the large garden placed in the middle of the Academy like a centerpiece, where most of his sporty friends or geeky fans didn't visit often, and Dave would sit back on the forgotten pines of an old bench to relax. That's where he found himself after class once again, ignoring the impending responsibilities in favor of sitting underneath the shade of trees to enjoy the quietness of his 'secret spot'. A bell rang in the distance and he realized he was going to miss his next class, but moving wasn't really an option anymore. If anyone else was skipping, well hopefully they'd keep their mouth shut or if a teacher found him- then he'd just deal with it.

A Strider can deal with anything.

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

"I'd have to go with my laptop with my headphones attached. Can't get anymore intimate with an inanimate object than how close I am with those prized possessions."