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Treasure Hunters

Jake English was ridiculously bored.

There were three problems with his current situation: One, the classroom’s AC was broken, and the heat was both mind numbing and terribly stifling. Two, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about the current subject material; history was dreadfully dull, and he had never understood the virtue in discussing the politics of old and dead men. Now, wars were a wholly different topic, and could get interesting on occasion! Unfortunately, the only war was the one on his attention span, and Jake was sorely losing that one.

Third and finally, the teacher’s voice was nothing more than a monotonous drone in the background of his head, and these three factors were doing a spectacular job at lulling him into a hazy stupor. But no! He would not fall asleep!! He would not fall asleep!!!

Normally, this is the part where he would fall asleep, good intentions notwithstanding, but for once, perseverance won out. Jake pinched his thigh hard, dull nails digging into his skin and leaving little pale marks. More importantly, the left a slightly higher sense of awareness in him. 

Mark him in for the land of the living! As well as the land of still really fucking bored. For a few minutes, he scanned the faces of his classmates, looking for anyone that he might recognize. Being new at the school was bad enough, but then again, everyone was new to this school. Still, when that was added in on top of his...memory issues, Jake found that he really didn’t know anyone? There was a girl who he was mostly sure was also in his dorm area. What was the name again? Profit? Prolapse? Forget it. 

Sitting in the desk about a foot away from him was a blond boy, scruffy haired and seemingly just as bored as himself. The teen looked vaguely familiar to Jake, as if he had seen him passing by in the halls? Who knows. Returning his attention to the (blank) piece of paper on which he was supposed to be taking notes, Jake decided to just ignore the purpose of this entire class for an entirely new objective. 

Drawing the mystery fellow next to him. Just some sketchy doodles, nothing fancy. The anatomy was a little out of proportion, and it was clear that Jake was just an amateur, but all in all, it could be worse. He glanced back at the other boy, just for reference, and went pale when he realized that the unnamed teen was staring straight at him. 

Shit.

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;; Dirk

Aradia was still confused as ever upon entering the school building for the first time. It was certainly a step up from her old high school, and certainly not what she had expected. Although, in all fairness, she wasn’t sure on what she had expected. But it wasn’t this. Certainly not this.  For one thing, she thought there would have been more dorms. Two buildings didn’t seem like a lot. On the other hand, she hadn’t seen a lot of students hanging around either. The place seemed like a ghost town. (A funny coincidence of metaphors, Aradia thought.)  Still, she dragged her suitcase behind her as she headed up to her dorm. She decided to let her father go in the parking lot. She said her goodbyes there, wanting a chance to get settled into the new school on her own. She held a paper in her hand. The paper containing the vital information one would need for a first day. A dorm, room number, and class schedule. The schedule part seemed to fit that of the average high schooler.  She walked down the halls of the oddly named ‘Derse’ dorm, peering at the doors searching for the one that belonged to her. 

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Reserves

The following characters are now open again. If you had a reserve in place but have still not sent in your application, please send it in as soon as possible. 

Sollux Captor

Karkat Vantas

Terezi Pyrope

Alpha Bro

Davesprite

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May I reserve Davesprite? I don't know if I'll submit through this blog or iambutalowlyfangirl but I'll do it through one of them.

Davesprite is now reserved! You have two weeks to send in the application. Message us for extra time if needed. 

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I May Be Small, But I'm Still Bigger Than Your Dick

 Okay, so maybe Karkat was sort of on the short side. Okay, very on the short side. He'd be short for a girl, and he's a manly as fuck guy so his height really doesn't help his street rep.

  It's not like he can help it or anything. Or do much about all the people who gave him crap about it. It really wasn't that bad, it wasn't as if he was harassed or anything, but the next time someone called him "Napoleon" or offered him a step-stool, he was going to rip their asshole out and feed it to their family. 

  He didn't actually mind it all that terribly, most of the time, as long as people left him alone. And usually after the initial teasing, they did. Usually.

  Karkat was just trying to get home after his class ended, still wearing his scrubs with a light gray sweatshirt over top. It was getting kind of late, but it wasn't too dark yet, and he just walked along silently with his backpack, kicking his feet and not really paying attention to his surroundings or the other students milling around. 

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Going Back

To say that he was conflicted was an understatement.  On one hand, he wanted to stay on the island. Unpopulated, wild and vast Island, where relics remain buried in the earth and lands persisted to be undiscovered. Solitude amidst the silence of the flora and fauna lured him, till he was craving more and more each year. Also, there was his grandmother. Oh old and wise grandmother, forever at his side to help him out during his discoveries, life-saving advices stocked away, always ready for him to use, all the while still showering with the faithful and devoted love only a grandma can offer to her grandson. On the other hand, though, there were his friends and families, and he missed them greatly. His heart was divided between his passion for adventures and the bond he shares with his close ones, and at times like these, it felt as if he was going to split with the duality of his emotions.

But reality waited for no one, and especially not for a melancholic lad searching to bogart time. Facts still remains the same; it was time for him to go back to his studious life. It was hard enough for him to break free from his parent’s holds, and frankly, quite embarrassing, as his mother solemnly refused to let him go, even at the entrance of the university. He is sure rumors about the whatsist champ that was bantering his way through the cafeteria, all the while sporting his mother next to him, were going to be passed around for the next century or so. His father did nothing but smiled fondly, and he couldn’t help but grumble darkly and think that they actually cahooted it before giving him a ride back to his dorm room.

Red-faced at the memories of earlier this afternoon, he merely continued putting his items away from the cardboard box. Of course, the tedious task will take forever if he was to accomplish it properly, so instead, he stuffed his cloths inside the closet and crammed his books in the cupboard. The only thing he was willing to put away safely was his guns; but given that firearms are forbidden inside the dorms, or anywhere on university properties, he did not bring them with him. In twenty minutes max, he was finished, and his room was messier than a warthog pig. But he was done none the less! Not one to waste idle time in his room, he exited it, having the full intention of scouting the area till he spotted a familiar face. 

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John could only handle so long in his dorm and thus this lead him to go check out the library on campus, something he was surprised he hadn't done yet. So here he was, looking to see if he could find any good books on film and music theory, something that could tell him if it was right to jump ship to those majors. Kankri's words and worries were getting to him.