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Post by Gamzee Makara on Sept 12, 2012 15:16:15 GMT -5
Man, a guy was all up and getting attached to these motherfuckers already. Catsis was all smiles and good karma, and he had a feeling Shoutbro was more bark than bite. He didn’t fly off any handles at the friendly bro-pat Gamzee dispensed upon him at least. He realized that they were all up and outrunning Nepeta-Catsis, so he slowed down a little.
"If we get there on time, we are showing her that we actually give a fuck about her shit-poor excuse of a history class."
Gamzee nodded, chuckling lightly.
“Teachers are all a bunch of decent motherfuckers, man. I’ll up and bet my ass she don’t mind. Ain’t never heard of anybody getting shit for losing their way on day uno.”
He didn’t comment on Shoutbro’s attitude on history. Sometimes a motherfucker had to not question opinions, and it wasn’t really no big deal anyhow.
Gamzee proceeded to introduce his self, and noted that Catsis seemed amused by what was flowing from his foodflap. If that didn’t tug at a dude’s heartstrings. Catsis was just radiating good vibes, it was sort of impressive as fuck. Gamzee was sure as shit up for hanging more with these two.
“Karkat? Man, that is one bitchtits name,” Gamzee said cheerfully and without anything even resembling condescension. “That foreign too? So many fascinating motherfuckers around lately.” He led them around a corner, bringing the stairs into view. It was just one flight up, and that elusive fucker of a classroom was within reach. Man, was he glad he’d been warned about those stairs. Having friends in high places – or, you know, friends who’d gone to this high school for longer than he had – had saved his ass more than once.
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Post by Nepeta Leijon on Sept 13, 2012 23:19:27 GMT -5
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse Nepeta listened to him as he pointed out the flaw in her logic. "Hm, that's true," she muttered as she swung her hands back and forth playfully, humming a soft tune. She listened as Karkat had finally revealed his name. "Heehee, that sounds like a really nice name. Something unique for all of us!" she gave them both a wide grin, showing her pearly whites. What an interesting pair these two were. She looked at Gamzee for a moment, he looked like the perfect person to have get a piggy back ride from. She giggled at the image of this. She heard his comment about foreigners and giggled again. "I'm foreign!" she chirped out. "I'm furom Paris but I don't have a great grasp of the language. I mostly speak Korean with my Umma," she continued. She energetically ran to the stairs once she spotted them around the corner, her boots making a loud sound when they connect with the floor and stairs, bouncing up them. Even for her short legs, she made up with speed as she was already halfway up the stairs once they would make their first few steps up them. I raise my flags, don my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose
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Karkat Vantas
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Post by Karkat Vantas on Sept 15, 2012 1:26:23 GMT -5
HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ, "Hm, that's true." Well, at least someone is making sense. “Teachers are all a bunch of decent motherfuckers, man. I’ll up and bet my ass she don’t mind. Ain’t never heard of anybody getting shit for losing their way on day uno.” Ugh, does these guys optimism ever cease? Obviously neither of them has taken a gym class before. Karkat let out a sigh, shaking his head before responding, "We will see when we get to class," he settled, "Let’s just hurry up and get there." Jesus Christ, just how far were the fucking stairs anyway?
"Heehee, that sounds like a really nice name. Something unique for all of us!" Karkat mentally scoffed at that. Boy, was that and understatement. Unique didn't even begin to describe how bizarre all of their names were. “Karkat? Man, that is one bitchtits name. That foreign too? So many fascinating motherfuckers around lately.” With a raised brow, Karkat turned toward Gamzee. Foreign "too"? Huh, when Karkat thought about it he supposed that would explain a lot about his new acquaintances. It wasn't a bad thing (for once,) it was actually pretty interesting. He never imagined New York to have much diversity in it, so the fact that he had foreign classmates came to quite a surprise.
"My name is most likely foreign, my family definitely is, but I was born and raised in Miami so I'm not," the Hispanic teen replied. Karkat left his response hanging there; not feeling like it needed any more explanation than that.
"I'm furom Paris but I don't have a great grasp of the language. I mostly speak Korean with my Umma." Wow, that was definitely foreign. Karkat looked at her with interest and slight disbelief. "You lived in France?" he ask in a bewildered tone, "If you lived there, then what in ever-loving hell made you move to this putrid, exhaust-polluted city? I mean, that is one fuck of a down-grade." His body language became more relax, his hands moving out of his pockets to gesticulate and his voice slowly becoming more animated as he talked. "And what fuck is a 'umma'? I am guessing, from context, it's some kind of relative but that doesn't help to narrow it down to which relative."
"Finally," Karkat mumbled, as he fell into step with Gamzee. It took a moment for Karkat to register Nepeta zooming past him and up the stairs. He paused briefly, staring up at her in confused surprise, before quickly following her lead, trying his best to catch up with her, but not really succeeding. Well, at least Karkat knew that there were people here who would take him seriously.
HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.
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Post by Gamzee Makara on Sept 17, 2012 14:18:54 GMT -5
"My name is most likely foreign, my family definitely is, but I was born and raised in Miami so I'm not.”
"I'm furom Paris but I don't have a great grasp of the language. I mostly speak Korean with my Umma.”
“Well motherfuck, did you both come a long way!” Gamzee said, astounded, watching Catsis take off towards those stairs like they were gonna disappear on her any second.
Shoutbro – Karkat – was looking like he’d started warming up, gesturing and actually asking questions on his own instead of snapping at a brother. And then the little dude started running, too.
Well. If running up the stairs was what tickled the whimsies of his new buddies, who was he to complain. Gamzee bounded after them with little effort. He reached the second floor and stopped a second to lean against the rail. Whoa, that sure had fucked with his noggin juices.
When the world stopped spinning, he looked around, located 210 and proudly presented it to Shoutbro and Catsis.
“Allow me, my fine motherfuckers, to introduce you to the cagey wonders of that which is known as the World History Classroom. Bell ain’t even rang yet, either,” he grinned.
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Post by Nepeta Leijon on Sept 21, 2012 21:55:55 GMT -5
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse Nepeta had surely didn't expect Karkat to begin asking her questions. She blinked and nodded when the first question left his lips, almost laughing at the tone of his voice. It was like he had just met some exotic creature. "Yep! I'm definitely furom France, born and raised," she replied, her lips twitching into a smile. “Well motherfuck, did you both come a long way!” She giggled and nodded. "Yeah, we really did." "If you lived there, then what in ever-loving hell made you move to this putrid, exhaust-polluted city? I mean, that is one fuck of a down-grade." Nepeta chuckled. "It's not that big of a diffurence, just a change of scenery," she replies before sighing softly, her smile lowering into a small frown as she remembered her father. Or at least what she could of him. "I moved here to start a new life with my Umma, which means mom in Korean." She explained slowly. She held her head down low a bit as she lightly bit her lower lip. "I came here because my dad died like years ago and my mom felt we needed to move on. Too many memories for the both of us," she said, slowly breathing out as she tried to not think too hard on her missing father. The one who could never see her graduate or waltz with her like he did back when she was younger. She shook her head as she cleared her mind when she ran up the stairs. Nepeta turned to wait for them both, surprised that Karkat was seconds from bumping into her. She tried to move out of the way to try and avoid this possibility. If he didn't bump into her she would end up falling back onto her rear anyways. Oops, clumsy much? I raise my flags, don my clothes It's a revolution, I suppose
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Post by Karkat Vantas on Sept 27, 2012 21:21:48 GMT -5
HE WHO WRITES IN BLOOD AND APHORISMS DOES NOT WANT TO BE READ, “Well motherfuck, did you both come a long way!” "Yeah, we really did." Karkat shrugged in response. "Miami isn't nearly as far away and Paris," Karkat added, "It's only a day's car ride if you don't stop to sleep. Paris is on the other side of the Atlantic." The Hispanic teen could only imgine how much of a moving nightmare that must have been. It was horrible trying to move all the furnature from his old house to their new apartment; things broke on the way and Karkat was still having trouble finding some of his old belongings. If just moving from one state to another was that bad, then trying to move to a new country was unconcievable to him.
At Nepeta's story, Karkat's face softened. So, she's lost a parent too; from her body language, Karkat could tell that she was pretty close to her father. He knew that look she was wearing all too well. Not only that, but her family moved homes to move on? Talk about a small world. His gaze shifted away from her for a moment, his arms crossing over his chest, "Yeah, that will do it."
He paused for a moment, not sure of what to say, before letting out a small sigh. "I'm not going to lie to you and say that it gets any easier, or that moving will help you forget," Karkat started, still looking away from her, "No matter where you go, you'll always remember him because you loved him. He's in your heart and moving won't change that." Karkat turned to Nepeta, a look of understanding on his face, "But, to whatever cosolation it is, it does get better. A good place to start is focusing on what he did do rather than what he won't do."
Damn was this girl fast--how could someone so small move so quickly? Nepeta must have a lot of engery packed into her small frame to be able to bound up the steps the way she was; Karkat was having trouble keeping up. He almost let out a snarl when Gamzee passed him as well, mentally cursing the giant for his unfairly lanky legs. Refusing to be left behind, Karkat sped up his pace. What he wasn't expecting was Nepeta to suddenly stop and turn around. Immediantly Karkat stumbled to a stop, one hand grabbing the railing to steady himself and the other hand shooting out to steady Nepeta. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her up as he caught his own footing on the steps. "God fucking dammit," Karkat gurmbled to himself as he stablized himself, his focus immediantly going back to her, "You okay?"
“Allow me, my fine motherfuckers, to introduce you to the cagey wonders of that which is known as the World History Classroom. Bell ain’t even rang yet, either.” At Gamzee's voice Karkat's head snapped up at him, gaze following the tall teen to the door. Seems like Gamzee actually did know where he was going. Can't judge a book by his cover, Karkat supposed. "Guess you aren't as incompetiant as I thought you were," he voiced, nodding at the high teen in approval, "Good to know there are some dependable people here."
HE WANTS TO BE LEARNED BY HEART.
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