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Also, please note that its kind of...meh right now this story. I have an idea for it, its just kinda hard for me to work towards it, but I think I've got it figured out now. And no, this isn't some sort of teenage-angst story. It's fantasy, so enjoy xD
Vriska eyed the teacher, head in hand while her pencil slowly tapped the top of the desk. She had boundaries of course, and these kids were here to learn, why should she interrupt them with the sound of her pencil hitting the desk with a loud thump, thump, thump? To be honest, she wasn't paying attention to a word the teacher was saying. Feferi had convinced her to come to school today, however she had fought with her. Mind you, Feferi managed to win. A small sigh was forced through her nose as she closed her eyes.
"Vriska, is something the matter?" One eye slid open. The teacher, along with a handful of students, were looking at her.
"No. Not really." Vriska sat up, pushing her hands against the table top to stretch out her back.
"That makes it sound like there is something wrong. Would you like to speak with me after class?"
"Definatly not. Thanks though." Vriska gave her teacher the best smile she could manage, but he only glared at her before returning to his lesson. Everyone knew Vriska didn't want to be there, so why did she bother coming? Well, today she was more curious about the ass-wipe that ran into her the day before. Karkat Van-Ven-ugh, whatever his last name was. It wasn't like it mattered to her anyways. Vriska looked down at the sheet of lined paper she'd pulled out. Nothing was written on it. It was merely there to make it appear that she was paying attention, and to keep her from thinking out loud, which is what she felt a need to do.
Vriska leaned forwards, hovering over the page as she started scribbling on the page.
I need to talk to Kanaya today. Need to see if she can find more information on Karkat.
Also, need to figure out what the fuck is his problem.
Maybe I'll just leave her to find out why he's in and out of jail so much. Mind you, that might not be as hard as it sounds. Probably been in and out of the rumour mill by now.
Vriska scratched at her head with the erasered-end of her pencil, staring down at the page. She knew there was more to it than just that. Something about him seemed off.
Need to talk to the institution to see if there's been any run-away cases.
Leaning back, she held the paper up slightly and studied her notes. Yeah, that sounded right. Her eyes flicked over to the clock. Class would be over soon, and she could find Kanaya and talk to her.
Kanaya was her partner, a friend she'd met through the Institution, a place where cursed people go to be freed of whatever has doomed them. In return, they hunted people who had been changed, infected, or 'poisioned' as they'd termed it. Depending on your curse, you were given a special ability. This was how they kept 'myths', myths, and 'legends', legends. It was hard, but it wasn't like she couldn't handle it. Maybe that's why Feferi thought she was up to no good. It panned out too. She was up all night, hated being awake during the day, wore odd looking clothes, and had started habits that really weren't healthy for her. Not that she was doing drugs, but she wasn't about to deny that to her over obsessive room-mate.
When the bell rang, Vriska snatched up her paper and books and darted for the door. Kanaya had been in math class, so she started in that direction. Hopefully she'd run into her on her way to her locker. If not, she'd search for her. It wasn't like she wanted to go to Biology today. Well, on second thought, she did. It happened to be one of her favourite classes, but she was so far behind it seemed a little pointless now. "Kanaya!" She called, spotting her down the hall. One arm flew into the air as she waved her over.
"What's up?" Kanaya's tone was casual, laced with a slight british accent, but then it changed. "You're not speaking with your accent."
"Shut up." Vriska gave her a hard look as her accent slipped back. "Okay, so know anything about Karkat?"
"Vantas? Hell yes! Why the sudden interest?" Now it was Kanaya's turn to eye her up.
"I ran into him, but that's not the point. Feferi was talking about him." Vriska looked around. "Lets start moving. It'll look odd if we just stand here." Kanaya shrugged and started for her locker. "So, anyways, she was explaining how he was always in and out of jail, and I got to thinking, why?"
"Why he's in and out of jail? He's a delinquent. Why else?" Kanaya dropped her books into her locker, kicking them once to make sure they were in before she started fishing for her Biology work. They happened to have the class together.
"No no. You're not seeing it how I am. Something seems off about it. He puts up a front, but...it seems forced, you know?"
"So basically, you want me to dig a little dirt up on him? See just how big this hole is?"
"Exactly." Vriska smiled at her.
"And what exactly are you going to do?" Kanaya slammed her locker shut. It opened perfectly, but the moment you tried to close it, it would jam up and stop moving. She'd asked to switch lockers, but they denied her.
"Talk to the Institution. See what they have to say about it. If there's any missing or run-away cases. And of course, get under his skin a little. Maybe he'll crack if I snuggled up you him." Vriska wiggled her brows. She was kidding, but it didn't hurt to tease a little.
"Go get your books you horny whore." Kanaya shoved her out of the way and Vriska followed. Who needed books. "I'm serious."
"Alright, alright. Don't have a unicorn."
"Oh har har, your so funny."
"I thought so." Vriska stopped, wrenching open her locker while Kanaya shook her head and continued on. If Vriska had been paying attention at all during the year, she would've known what was waiting for her in Biology besides a classroom full of students, her partner and a cranky middle-aged teacher.