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[mer-gangsta-blog]

The Fish Bitch, The Red Bull, and The Jacked Pants

Classes were once again dull just like any other day and Meenah wasn't surprised by it. Math classes were droll as well as all her other accelerated classes, the only really fun one being her music class. But even that one had a mild damper on it as some guy throughout the class kept asking about the swim team jackets that she hadn't ordered yet. She didn't give any fucks what he thought about 'the school colours looking tacky', she had better things to think about. Like her own school work and wether or not she'd be able to squirm away from Myrrah at lunch and have a smoke.

The weather hadn't improved greatly as the day went on, thin white clouds blocking out the sun just enough to make it uncomfortably chill and not very bright out, and that left the teen heiress taking her dear god sweet time at her room as she collected her books during the lunch hour. Pulling up the pants she was wearing a bit and combing her fingers through her hair, she started walking back towards the main campus building, until a loud utterance startled her and left her fumbling for her shit in the hallway she had previously assumed to be desolate.

[dirksplaceyo-blog]

Fanboys united

The dorms at Alternia Academy were quite roomy, and Dirk appreciated that. Although it would be strange to share a bedroom after having his own for so long, the fact that they had their own kitchen (well, a kitchen of sorts) and bathroom made up for that fact somewhat. He was currently occupying himself with making dinner. His roommate was out, and Dirk had no idea when he’d be back, or even what kind of a person he was. For the fact of the matter was that he had never seen his roommate. They had kept missing each other all day,  or so it seemed. All he had was a name. Rufioh Nitram. Sounded like a name straight out of a shitty children’s’ movie to him, but who was he to complain? His own name sounded like a porn star’s alias, as his old classmates had liked to remind him of at random moments. If he got called Dick Rider one more time he was going to flip some serious shit, as his brothers would have said. He was putting the finishing touches to his dinner, fried vegetables with noodles and tofu, when the door opened behind him. He looked back over his shoulder, curious to see what kind of a person he would see walking through that door.