This is my first Homestuck fic, and my progress into Homestuck is only to the beginning of act 6.
Chapter two should be up soon. I'll do my best to get facts right. I do not, however, conform to Vriska's usual Humanstuck image. She's not blond, but has black hair. As for the ethinicity of John or Jade, I'll do my best to decline from mentioning anything that would indicate one race over another.
Enjoy!
Vriska arrived back at her dorm fairly later than she usually did. She had stayed late at the library in order to refresh her memory on what she knew for the test she had the next day. Studying was a tedious chore that she only did to ensure she could pass the class, despite the fact she was a natural with the ins and outs of the average mind.
She sat down at her computer and opened up her usual browsers: tumblr, mspaintadventures, and pesterchum. Her dashboard was flooded with crying Supernatural fans (as always), and there were no updates on mspa. As for pesterchum, none of her eleven friends were on, not that she wanted to talk to them anyway since she had spent the day around him. The only ones that were online were two of the four whom Karkat had "ordered" be "trolled". They were from another college on the other side of the country and she hadn't really talked to any of them. Once she had trolled (she forgot which one of them created that verb for this) ectoBiologist, or John as his name was. He was one of the two on, so she opened up a chat.
- - arachnidsGrip [AG] started pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 8:49 - -
AG: Joooooooohn
EB: are you another one of those trolls?
EB: they're the only ones that ever know my name
AG: Oh come on. We've talked 8efore.
EB: oh yeah…
EB: you threatened to kill me
AG: hahaaaaaaaa oops.
AG: I had a 8ad day and must of t8ken it out on you
AG: I guess
EB: oh okay
EB: so what's with the eights?
EB: wait
EB: it's a spider thing? which i guess i should have just assumed with the whole "arachnid" part of your name. heh.
AG: I loooooooove spiders. I have a pet tarantula. She's 8eautiful.
EB: spiders are gross! Dx
AG: )::::
EB: it feels so weird when they crawl over skin
AG: Well she usually crawls around my prost8tic so I don't feel it
EB: prosthetic? :o
EB: wait I mean
EB: ::::o
AG: 3
AG: My left arm is prost8tic and my left eye is 8lind
EB: D: how'd that happen?
AG: An accid8nt a couple years ago. Not important.
EB: ohh…
EB: anyway, was there some reason to contacting me?
EB: not that i mind
AG: I was 8ored and took a 8r8k from studying and you were online
EB: what are you studying for?
AG: My stupid test tomorrow 8ut I'm gr8 with psychology
AG: in fact I'm majoring in it
EB: cool! i'm majoring in biology but i've got a side class in psychology
EB: to be honest i'm not very good at it
AG: I'll help you! I'll m8ke you number one in the class.
AG: ::::)
EB: really? you'd do that?
AG: Totally, John! You're pretty nice, mean as I was.
EB: Thank yoooooooou!
AG: You spelled out eight ::::)
EB: i didn't even mean to that time :o
AG: 3
Vriska sat back in her computer and smiled at the screen. Obviously she had gotten the wrong impression from John the first time she had messaged him. Of course, she had been in a bad mood as well as influenced by Karkat at the time. That damned boy (boy, not man) needed to ease up on the anger issues.
She spent the next hour quizzing John with different terms and measuring exactly how much help he needed. He wasn't good at all. She had a lot of work ahead of her.