Spades Slick
New Student
"Goddamn troll kids. Every time you turn around they're smoochin' each other."
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Post by Spades Slick on Mar 17, 2011 18:35:05 GMT -5
((OOC: check yo'selves before you wreck yo'selves, cause like Gamzee, Spades cusses A LOT. If your innocent virgin eyes cannot handle no-no words, then this is not the thread for you.
But if you can handle it, please, feel free to join! c: ))
He was the Sovereign Slayer. He was Jack Noir. He was Spades Slick.
And he was stuck with an unbelievably shitty teaching job. How the hell does this even happen. To make matters worse, he would lose this job if he stabbed any of the kids. 'Sensitive little graveyard stuffers,' he thought with a scowl.
It just wasn't fair. He was the most notoriously deadly mobster ever. This was almost as bad as...
Nevermind. This is a piece of cake compared to that.
He began monotonously drumming his fingers on his desk as he waited otherwise silently for his first students to show up. He knew just what he was going to teach them.
After all, history is written by the victors.
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 18, 2011 22:49:08 GMT -5
((ooc: Cuz we're rated X for explicit...yeah. XD i take it there's another Blood On The Dancefloor fan here? :3))
History. Yet another pointless class for a 200 year old doll.
.:Why should I be learning about these things? I was there:.
Nevertheless, there was nothing better to do, and Rebecca didn't really feel like dealing with any teachers who wanted to punish her for not showing up to classes, so it was better in the long run to come. No matter how pointless this class was to her.
The teacher appeared...different. Dangerous. Just like he had been...NO. Rebecca would NOT think about that. That was the last thing she needed on her mind at the moment. The past was dead, quite literally, and he couldn't come back to hurt her. And, if he did...there was nothing for him to take from her now. She was made of felt, not flesh and blood. She was inhuman.
Climbing into one of the seats at the front of the room, the little doll pulled herself onto the desktop, waiting for the teacher to make the first move of the day. Then maybe her thoughts could be moved elsewhere.
.:Then again, this IS history class...:.
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Spades Slick
New Student
"Goddamn troll kids. Every time you turn around they're smoochin' each other."
Posts: 11
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Post by Spades Slick on Mar 19, 2011 0:11:57 GMT -5
((OOC: fff Blood On The Dancefloor what?  " )) Spades lifted his gaze up at the small creature entering his classroom. He narrowed his already slanted eyes at her, and checked his roll-call sheet. Rebecca, huh... Stupid piece of paper. He was so sick and tired of fucking paper, it wasn't even funny. But at least this student was early. He regarded her arrival with a cold silence, showing his appreciation of her not being obtrusive by not stabbing her. He went back to the roll-call sheet for a moment, and then took a closer look at the girl made of fabric in front of him. She was made. Of felt. Felt.He almost stood up. He almost pulled his knife on her. But then he remember that there are different kinds of Felt. |
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Post by Vriska Serket on Mar 19, 2011 0:23:38 GMT -5
She definitely had better things to do than going to class. Stupid humans and their schools. Back on Alternia, they never had to educate themselves. Experience and life were their educators.
Vriska kept her eyes to the paper schedule she was holding out in front of her as she stepped into the classroom.
However, as soon as she had climbed into one of the desks in the middle of the classroom, the young troll spotted her teacher...and it was someone she had been hoping never to see again. Her eyes widened just a bit in shock as she finally realized who he was.
Oh gog...please let this 8e some kind of fucking sick joke. Vriska thought, as she attempted to stare her old enemy down.
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Spades Slick
New Student
"Goddamn troll kids. Every time you turn around they're smoochin' each other."
Posts: 11
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Post by Spades Slick on Mar 19, 2011 19:53:00 GMT -5
No.
That was the only word that came to mind when Spades saw the troll walk into the room, and the only word he would say for the next couple seconds while he thought of some more threatening things to say. But he wouldn't actually say them. He wasn't going to waste his words on these useless little shits.
The trolls. Were supposed. To be DEAD. All of them.
Why the ever-loving fuck was one in his classroom.
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Post by Vriska Serket on Mar 19, 2011 20:49:48 GMT -5
Vriska prided herself on being one of the smart trolls. She had gotten herself to god tier, and she sure as hell was able to escape from Jack.
"Well, if it 8in't the despica8le Jack Noir. I'm so glad to see you." Vriska said, with a sarcastic tone and roll of her eyes. "What the fuck are you doing here at a school? I thought I got rid of you long ago!" she shouted.
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 19, 2011 21:08:02 GMT -5
Rebecca slowly shifted her black button gaze to the teacher and the student, who were apparently arguing. No real surprise there. It seemed to Rebecca that the people here were always either fighting or making out, or both. People were foolish. Especially people involved with schooling.
.:Calm down. Their bodies are dying around themselves with each passing moment:.
...weren't they? Rebecca actually wasn't certain, for once. She didn't even know just what one of these people were; for all she knew, they could be immortal. If they were, she felt sorry for them.
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Spades Slick
New Student
"Goddamn troll kids. Every time you turn around they're smoochin' each other."
Posts: 11
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Post by Spades Slick on Mar 19, 2011 21:08:15 GMT -5
"You never got 'rid of me', you stuck up little brat," Spades stood up, slamming his hands on the table. "I got no idea what yer talkin' about. All I know is that I hate yer fuckin' guts, and you hate mine too. I'd really like to stab ya but I can't. But I'm your goddamn teacher, so you have to listen to whatever the fuck I say, so sit the fuck down."
He paused. "And my name is Spades Slick now."
He would stare at her and say nothing else until she did so, and while he did, he processed what she said a little more clearly.
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Post by Vriska Serket on Mar 19, 2011 21:16:01 GMT -5
"8rat?! Who are you calling a 8rat, you stupid........8luh!" Vriska said, as she sat down rather defiantly. Arguing clearly wasn't going to make the situation better, now that she was face to face with her enemy.
This was soon going to be her most hated class, if it wasn't already.
"Spades Slick..who gives a shit? I'll call you whatever I want!" she said.
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Spades Slick
New Student
"Goddamn troll kids. Every time you turn around they're smoochin' each other."
Posts: 11
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Post by Spades Slick on Mar 19, 2011 21:24:53 GMT -5
He hated trolls. He hated them so much.
"You'll call me Spades Slick if you don't want to wake up bleedin' blue all over the place," Spades sat back down. "Now talk to yer classmate, yer both broads so you should have loads to talk about."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 19, 2011 21:29:02 GMT -5
Talk. To her classmate. This man expected this other girl to actually get a response out of Rebecca?
The doll might have laughed, had she been alive. Then again, maybe she wouldn't have. You could never tell with Rebecca. Still, the idea was fairly laughable, and the doll sat back and stared at the troll girl. Maybe she would give some sort of reply, given the fact that there was handily a piece of paper and pencil on her desk. Then again, she might not. It all depended on whether or not this girl actually wanted to speak with her.
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Post by Vriska Serket on Mar 19, 2011 21:47:08 GMT -5
Vriska shut her mouth for once in her life. Whatever. She knew she'd get to him later, possibly after class, despite his threat to kill. Besides, risky games were her thing.
Her classmate didn't look too interested in talking. For gog's sake, her mouth was sown shut! What could they possibly talk about?
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 19, 2011 22:01:57 GMT -5
Well, this girl at least seemed to respect the fact that Rebecca wasn't one to really engage in conversation. Still, it wouldn't hurt to do something, and it would probably give their poor teacher a break if they actually did what they were told for a moment. Not that Rebecca really cared about that. The man would get a damn break when he was dead, no sooner...and hopefully no later.
Picking up her pencil into her stubby little hands, the doll wrote on the paper, Hello.
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Post by Vriska Serket on Mar 19, 2011 22:12:16 GMT -5
The paper was passed to the troll, and she looked it over. She picked up her cerulean blue pen, and scribbled, Hey.
As soon as she gave the paper back to Rebecca, Vriska's attention was turned to the cra88y Spades Slick. Who knew that he could be as crabby as Karkat himself? Again, she could care less about Slick's damn feelings, if he had any.
Another thought slipped into Vriska's mind as her attention shifted back to Rebecca. She kept that thought on hold as she waited for the doll's response.
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 19, 2011 22:16:18 GMT -5
Rebecca stared at the paper for a moment, trying to find some deeper meaning in this one word reply. Just what kind of...person had she stumbled across? Judging by her appearance, attitude, and this fragment of conversation, Rebecca could at least tell that this girl was just as tired as she was of something. And Rebecca guessed that it had something to do with people like their teacher.
Taking the pencil again, Rebecca scribbled Do you have a name? quickly before returning her attention back to the girl again. Well, at least she didn't seem afraid of her. That was always good.
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