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T1Wk10

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Had Xenia wanted to be snarky, she would have probably replied on how utterly lugubrious she elt at the very sound of those pesky words. But no, she refrained, mainly because she was bored, but also partly because the girl had an expression that one gets alot when one goes round barging into toilets, and the person was just a step away from reviling oneself. She would say so in fact, had it not been so obvious that they were of a disparate mindset. With the idea still extant in her mind, Xenia got up from the chair, shoving the seat back noisily, earning herself another glare, and once again, ever the cocky delinquent, she set off.

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T1Wk9

Thursday, March 12, 2009

"I beg amnesty," Xenia's smile never faltered since her surprise five minutes ago, "I have been blunt, and my legion of words have been enough to cause unnecessary strife--"

"Can I go back to my book now?"

"...Certainly then. Though speaking with you did cause some nostalgia--"

"Yeah, in a place where npoice is rife. Shut up and go away."

posted at 8:56 PM


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T1Wk8

"Unfortunately, I deem your observation of my fallaciousness as completely irrelevant. I'm just merely a buff of pure, utter enthusiasm. You look rather the type with the latent ability to be like me too."

She sniffed, and pulled the book closer to her. "I sure hope not. The world's not big enough to accomodate two of the likes of you."

posted at 8:47 PM


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T1Wk7

Unfortunately for her, this nerd character was not the some gullible first-year with a murky brain. Nope, this was the one, and only, assiduous student, the prefect chairman. Unfortunately for Xenia, it would turn out that the chairman had a perfect idea of what Xenia was trying to say.

"Oh yes!" she smiled, adjusting the heavy glasses of hers, shifting the heavy plastic frames further up her nose. "You aren't too bad yourself, impeccable attire," sarcasm, Xenia was dressed in a way one would only look and say 'delinquent', "enigmatic way of introduction, and absolutely gorgeous, hair I'd say. Sad to say I suspect that this little enthusiasm is absolutely fallacious."

Xenia blinked once, twice, and laughed.

posted at 8:39 PM


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T1Wk6

"Heeey~!" trilled Xenia, as she slid into an empty seat next to the poor girl with the nerdy glasses and helmet-like hair, a blinding smile in place, "You look like the gregarious type, and those glasses, you have to be the altruistic kind right? Wonderful skin colour, totally reminds me of the indigenous tribe I did research on, and that hair, gorgeous, honey I tell you. What say you we form a coterie?" In times of "let's-freak-this-sucker-out" games, use lots of words that half the high school population have barely any idea about. Keep the sunburn capable smile in place, and keep the shine trained on the poor victim. Never mind if it doesn't fit properly, smile-wise or word-wise, they will be too stunned to care about whether the tenses, grammar or adjectives are correct. Or if the introduction was too... you know, cursory.

It works. Always.
For Xenia at least. Maybe the shining, bleached hair adds on to the spotlight that is her scarily wide, friendly smile.

Or the fact that no sane person would ever match bleached silver hair with gold contacts.
Or wear glasses because they think they look good.
Or maybe, Xenia just has the aura of someone just slightly not right in the head.

Everybody seems to point at the third though.

posted at 5:09 AM


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T1Wk5

CRASH!

"Well I dare say!" Xenia declaimed, hoping her very loud, exuberant voice could sufficiently drown out the also-very-loud crash of the library cart, heavily laden down with books. But of course, it didn't help the sore bruise that was developing on her arm. Darned, she'd be lucky if the shelves didn't find her culpable much less the librarians and readers.

And speaking of which, one of them was staring her, as though loud exclamations, crashes and clumsiness was something even divine will couldn't abrogate. Well, guess what, who cares! Bookworms like her, thick glasses and severe bob-cuts included, were always reading about controversial trash anyway, they could do with someone who found great fun with breaking the rules. And thus, Xenia flipped her bleached curls and marched over with a smile that could probably sunburn.

Miss Paragon has just descended.

posted at 4:54 AM


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