army-does-art

Dave Strider sat on his ripped leather couch in front of the flat screen TV in the living room. He had his sunglasses off, which he normally did when home alone. His brother was out buying his demented puppets. He can be such a fucking weirdo. *Tick tick tick* The sounds of Dave's controller resounded throughout the apartment. The volume of the game was turned down, so he could hear his friends through the maroon headset. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the glass window by the door. He paused his game, setting his controller down on the couch. "BRB, guys," Dave yelled as he whipped the headset off, it hitting the tile floor. Once he reached the

"Closin time, mothahfuckahs!" Gamzee yelled after all the kids left the pool. Feferi ran over to Vriska from where she stood with Nepeta. "Hello Vriska! I got the kickboards to Nepeta, so I think we can go now!" Feferi's hair was dripping wet still, but she changed into a shirt with a fish on it and a blue skirt. "K, Fefers. Let's g-o go!" Vriska led Feferi through the front gates and into the Staff Parking area. "Hop on," she stated, handing Feferi a red and blue helmet, "and hold on tight. It'll be a bumpy ride." "Ooh, fun!" Feferi was literally jumping out of excitement. Vriska smirked, putting on her yellow and white helmet and sliding on

"V-vriska! It's your damn turn on the w-water slide!" Eridan Ampora, the blonde in the blue swim trunks and a purple hat, called from the top of Loqah, the main attraction of Openbound High's public pool. "On it, nerd." Vriska got up from the grass patch by the diving boards. She was resting before her hour shift, as she normally did. Tossing her old Canbucks cup in the trash receptacle, she slow jogged to the slide stairs. Going up them with more speed than before, she hopped onto the chair. Putting her black Aviator shades on her head, she looked at the first kid. "You goin' with anyone, dude?" She looked at a somewhat tall kid with blackou

Olive Takemura, age 17, was walking down her street to the local dance club. With her ombre pink-purple hair and her floral yellow dress, she wasn't necessarily hard to miss. That was how she liked it: people noticing her without them judging her, pretty much. Olive adapted to the weird looks and the mothers covering their children's eyes when she walked past with pastel hair, bright crop tops, shimmering nails...everything Olive loved to strut on her way to school and the clubs. Olive turned a corner into the alley. Though dark, she thought it was worth it-it was a shortcut. Luckily, it was a fairly open area. She had an intense fear of tig