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[grimdarkstudies-blog]

New Roommate

It was not often dorms were changed around, but Rose knew it was inevitable for the single dorm room to have only one occupant be quickly filled with a roommate. She just simply wasn't expecting it to happen so quickly and so suddenly. A new female student it seemed, and so she was quickly slipped into room 105 with Rose Lalonde. It was a shock to the blonde, as she came back to her room after studying in the library to see a girl in her room, unpacking boxes and getting things set up in the unused room. Rose tilted her head slightly at the new person, but could faintly recall someone telling her such a thing would be happening. Might as well greet and get to know her new roommate. "Hello." She greeted kindly, stepping forward to smile at the girl. "I'm Rose. I'm not sure if you were told who you'd be rooming with or not, but it's a pleasure to see a new face among the halls."

[mer-gangsta-blog]

The Law may be Blind, but She can still Smell...

It was early in the morning on a non-class day, and Meenah was tired as usual. Her previous roomie liked to get up and get going in the morning, but the teen heiress was firmly against that as well as firmly pressed against her mattress. She could get up - it’s not like the task was impossible - but there was also the point of having to put on pants if she got up and went down to the dorm kitchens for food. That is, she’d have to if she was hungry, a minor impediment that she could fix as she opened a bleary eye to peek at the pack of cigarettes on her nightstand.

Huffing and rolling her shoulders against her now adequately warped pillow, the Peixes sighed as she propped herself up on one elbow to look around her room - empty, silent - before sitting up properly, bleary eyes blinking away quickly fading remnants of dreams in the near quiet room. A room that was once filled with noise and laughter all hours of the day. Admitting Meenah missed her old roommate was hard for her - they’d only been around each other for a few months before Roxy’s transfer - especially because she wasn’t sure how she really felt about the situation. Roxy had been there through a lot with Meenah, and there was this throbbing feeling at the back of her chest cavity - the kind of thump that felt like the beat of a drum, slowly thrumming through her body - that left the teen heiress wondering if she was at fault. She could be, there was no denying that Meenah had done some shitty things before, but never to Roxy. And the itch left her feeling… Cold?

Huffing and shaking her head to rid herself of such stupid thoughts, the teen heiress stood herself up, grabbing her smokes and her lighter as she walked into the main seating area of her dorm room. Lighting a smoke she had pinched between her teeth, Meenah propped the window open and she let the dirty smoke fill her lungs until it ached a bit, exhaling slowly as her eyes fell into half lids at the easing sensation of nicotine. She’d have kept nursing her smoke and sitting there on the windowsill in just her boxers and sports bra, but the loud thump of something heavy being dropped had the teen Peixes inhaling sharply, causing her to choke on smoke and stumble as she pocketed her contraband cigarettes and looked at the intrusion on her private moment.

[cerulean-star-blog]

Do You Believe In Magic?

Vriska was way more interested in science than magic. Magic seemed great in stories and theory, but it didn’t exist and everyone knew it. Those who didn’t, well, they were clearly delusional.

Which is why Vriska never understood why magicians still existed. Sure, you could fool a kid with magic tricks, but adults? It was a classic con artist scam to get money from parents who wanted their kids to be happy or to shut up. Perhaps that was a cynical view on people who were just trying to make money, but Vriska felt that she effectively saw through their acts.

So, when she saw a fellow student hurrying across the campus lawn with a top hat in his hands, she suspected the same thing of him. She followed him until she caught up, tapping him on the shoulder with her intact hand. “What are you doing with that hat? You’re not going to fucking scam some unsuspecting kid’s money from them, are you?”She asked, her hand resting on her hip as she raised an eyebrow at the boy.

[adorapaw-kitten-blog]

Falling For Mew

Trying to familiarize herself with the school’s campus was an experience. Even if the place wasn’t all that much of a maze to figure out. Deanna, as curious as she was felt the need to know the place the best she could. Which meant many a time tripping over things and forgetting where she wandered off to while not keeping track of where she was going.

For once, she did seem to be on the right track. She was trying to remember where the music room was as she walked down the halls. For a short while she was positive she was on the wrong track, not really remembering what room number she was heading to. However, the sound of a saxophone caught her attention and quickly brought her to the room.

She peered into the room, smiling as she spotted the boy playing in the room. Well, he was definitely cute and a great player for sure. She’d leaned against the door frame, watching him for a few moments. It was then, of course, that the arm she was using to prop herself against the door slip and she just barely managed to get her arms beneath her to stop herself from crashing face first into the floor.

[8usy8lockingouttheh8ters]

Saturd8y in Room 102

First week at Alternia Academy fucking beat. And not a single trace of little half-sis. Well, high time to go and seek her out- and a little bit of snooping went a long way in a school with so few students. Room numbers weren't exactly some big secret anyways, though. Not long after getting dressed up in some ripped designer jeans and a dark blue tee (weekends = no uniforms. Perfect.) she got a message back that her destination would be Room 102. She took the short walk to Aranea's room and knocked, hoping to god that she 1) had the right room and 2) a confused roomie wouldn't answer just to tell Vriska that Aranea was out for the weekend.

[8usy8lockingouttheh8ters]

Team 8uilding

The day after Vriska’s arrival, she decided it was time to be serious. The more her teachers liked her, the easier it’d be to get through the next year and a half. So she’d put on the uniform, promptly hid it under a black hoodie, and picked up her schedule. Mathematics 11, Physics, English 11, History 11, Health... Social Skills. Did the school decide on that, or did Mom explain how socially inept Vriska was? Either way, she was partly offended but then ashamed because she knew she needed it.

The day was filled with introductions, working up from “Tell us about yourself!” “I don’t have a sense of identity because I’m mentally ill, you’re being INCREDIBLY INSENSITIVE YOU ASSH-” all the way to “Tell us about yourself!” “No, thanks.” These introductions were consistently followed by the acquisition of some materials and a teacher sympathetically crouching next to the desk for the hour to teach slash pep talk her through the material she’d missed. Hooray for transferring over halfway through second semester.

When Social Skills class finally came around though, the script changed entirely. Maybe this teacher actually did their research on the new kid. She’d slumped down in a seat towards the back, sharing a table with a guy only a few inches taller than her but quite boyish- Sophomore maybe? And she had not been bothered since. “Miss Serket? Did you hear me? You and your partner should be talking to each other. An introduction would be a good start.” A teacher interrupted her train of thought. Oh, or maybe she had been talked to but wasn’t paying attention. Vriska nodded and turned to the guy next to her, gesturing to indicate he should introduce himself first.

[8usy8lockingouttheh8ters]

Room 107

Vriska arrived, hiding in her oversized blue hoodie and with her suitcase and backpack. She took a nice long look around and finally entered the bedroom, pleased that her roomie had not yet arrived. Vriska took that alone time to shove her suitcase under the desk which was closer to the bed that was against the wall, and take out some of her various trinkets. She put an 8 ball on the edge of her desk- (“Will my roomie ever come back from the war?” “SOURCES SAY NO” “Piece of shit.”) and put her stuffed octopus toy on the bed. After unpacking these toys, as well as her laptop, tablet, and some other shit that she’d had in her luggage, her suitcase was a lot less cramped.

She figured she’d at least look clean, so roomie didn’t hate her right away, right?

After that, she sat down at her desk with her legs pulled up and clicked around the Alternia Academy website, looking through clubs and trying to find all the info she could on other students. Nothing on her roomie, sadly, but some of these clubs could be interesting. She’d reserve “fun”- wouldn’t want to get her hopes up. But hey, Body Mod club? Fuck yeah. MOGAI group? Right up her alley. She continued snooping around, reading forums and such as she waited for roomie to show.

[mer-gangsta-blog]

The Banana is Not a Euphemism

Meenah knew body mods - sporting a full colour arm sleeve and multiple piercings herself, she felt she had enough of a grasp on physical modification to start a club for it. And that she did, which only expanded into one of the more elite and better known clubs at the Alternia Academy. She was proud of what she had created, and was even more prideful of what she made in the club. It wasn't uncommon finding Meenah using her spare time to tattoo, dye, pierce, or make over another student, but today was a slow day and that meant there was no one to practice on. With this fact standing, there was only one true option for the Peixes - fruit.

Not many people know that actual tattoo artists and professional piercers practice on fruit, so there Meenah was, sitting in the dorm kitchens on a counter with a bushel of bananas and her tattooing equipment. Not even wasting time, the teen heiress got right to it - using the banana's very delicate skin to start making some lovely freestyle designs. Visual art wasn't Meenah's strong suit - most students more likely finding the Peixes sitting at a piano bench over a ruddy art stool - but tattooing just felt comfortable to her. It was like her brain could finally translate all the beauty it saw when there was the defined sound of her tattooing machine buzzing at her side. Down to the last banana, the Peixes didn't even notice someone else entering the kitchen until she was finish her final design - an elegant manta ray with purple designs on it - and was setting it down in the bowl she usually placed her finished bananas in. She was never sure who kept taking her inked-up fruits - could be a student, could be a janitor - but it didn't really matter. What mattered was the person watching her, the teen heiress staring right back through the lenses of her glasses as she raised her eyebrow, "Can I kelp you, buoy?"