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High Hopes

If his life were a movie, the synopsis would likely read something along the lines of, “Sheltered Socially Inept Teenage Boy with Mysterious and Uncontrollable Powers Attends a Private School of Similar Teenagers after the Untimely Death of His Grandmother.” 

However, contrary to his views, Jake English’s life was not a movie. Not for lack of trying, of course. Cut to the present, ‘opening number’ if you will, and the aspiring adventurer could be seen walking down one of the school’s many hallways, dragging behind him several loaded suitcases. If someone were to stop and listen, they would hear him softly humming what sounded like a mash-up of various action movie themes under his breath. 

What did he think this was, a musical montage? (Why yes, he did indeed think that. Stfu.) But that was hardly important, and all this exposition is proving to be nothing more than a load of needless drivel being forcibly shoved down our throats, like a spoonful of that flavorless mash that people insist on feeding to babies. Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind of wandering thoughts, Jake continued along his way, with a shine in his eyes and a jaunt in his step. 

Nauseating optimism aside, he was going to have to admit that he was lost eventually. Not right away, however. By Jove, he had his pride!!!! 

....yeah, he was totally stuck in a directional ditch. So to speak.

Which meant, to his misfortune, that Jake would have to ask for directions. From a stranger, no less. Might as well get it over with. Plastering a smile onto his face, Jake stopped the first person to pass him by, sputtering slightly at first before adjusting. 

“Erm, if you don’t mind my asking, would you happen to know which way the Prospit dorms are located? I’ve landed myself rump-first in one tizzy of a turn around, and I’m afraid that in a school this big, I must turn to those around me for help! If that’s alright. I mean, if you don’t know where they are either, I can just...find someone else! But it would be a ginormous help if you could lend me a hand. I’m Jake, by the by! Jake English.” 

[ectobiologymajor]

Vantas Situation = Overcome

Vantas' were interesting creatures, John eventually decided. They were characters that, whether they be the elder or the younger, you needed caution when approaching. They had an interesting dynamic sure and while he was interested in bettering his relationship with Karkat , he figured now would be a good time to get out of the dorm room and simply go for a walk. Get out of range of a potentially pissed off room mate, especially after an ordeal with his brother.

So that's why he was here. Hanging out on the school grounds with no real plans honestly. He wanted to get to know people but he also figured he could go for a bite to eat. Hm...

[ectobiologymajor]

Wow okay so this college thing was happening. It was real and no longer something you talk about in your high school English class when discussing your future and how you better be on track to graduate. Better be doing good on your SAT and make sure you definitely turn in those damn applications!

It was no longer a vague will-do and now was a right here right now to-do, which was kinda scary to John. He wasn't sure if he was ready to be far from home and without his father so close and easy to help him out of a situation if need be, namely if he was hungry. 

Okay time to stop being homesick and time to start moving in. Alright. When he got to his room, which hadn't been too hard to find thankfully, he started to unpack the car and bring up a total of three boxes up. His dad had helped him back and well, if Mr. Egbert was known for anything other than his cooking and his pranks, it was his efficiency. He busied himself as he readied the room, putting sheets on the bed and setting up his new laptop and work area. He even brought several of his prized movie posters to hang on the walls! 

With that done, he deemed it suitable for his tastes and kicked the boxes into the closet, hopefully not to be touched until the end of the year when he had to take everything home. He supposed it was time to check out the campus (though he had done this numerous times his last couple years of high school, his father a big fan of college tour road trips).

Holy shit this was college and it was happening.

[we8s-we-weave]

After backing into a space and hopping out of her car, Vriska took a look at all the boxes in the backseat; she was practically exhausted already just from the sight of it. Most people probably would've run to get their room assignments and maybe a key before they started unpacking, but she wasn't the type for any of those formalities. As far as she was concerned, this place functioned under her rules. This type of attitude certainly didn't have any place belonging to someone who could be classified by the word "freshman", but she was no ordinary freshman. No, she was a somewhat-narcissistic bitch.

With three boxes stacked up into her arms and a backpack slung sloppily onto her right shoulder, she began to head towards the office. After arriving at the door she found that she had made a grave mistake. Or had she? Before she knew it someone was exiting the building, thus leaving the door open and easily accessible for someone out of free hands. What luck. Getting her room assignment and whatever other papers the university was throwing at her on her first day wasn't as easy. She pushed her load of boxes onto the counter of the desk while she waited for her papers. Some angry grumbling seemed to be coming from the poor souls who came in just moments after her, but one look from Vriska was all it took to shut their mouths.

"Room 101..." she mumbled to herself as she navigated the hallways. It wasn't that she was going to forget the room number in the short distance from the office to her room that kept her mumbling her room assignment to herself, rather she hoped someone would interrupt with some sort of comment about her roommate. Nothing of the sort happened, but it was worth a shot.

When she got to her room, she found it completely void of any other presence or personal belongings. After setting her boxes down beside the door in the front room, she went to examine the two bedrooms. Neither of the rooms had any distinct qualities. One difference could be found, however, and that was the extra (one inch away from being) two feet in width one room seemed to boast. That room was hers. That room was hers and there was no roommate there to argue the decision. She threw her backpack onto the bare mattress in the room and went to retrieve the boxes she had left by the door.

"That's enough work for now," she said as she stretched. One trip from the car did seem a bit lazy in theory, but all that was left sitting in her car was a box, a suitcase, and a couple small bags. Those could wait. For now she was bored. Surely entertainment was but a wish away in a college dorm. She dug through the top box until she found a blue speaker with an adapter for her phone on it. With a grin, she took it out to the front room and plugged it into the nearest outlet. Before pressing the button that would begin the noise pollution, she threw the door to room 101 wide open as to ensure the attention of any students that may be lingering in the nearby rooms or halls. With everything in place, she turned up the volume and hit play, thus prompting the device to blast some pirate-themed rock song.