A - X Alphabet

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This post contains three scenes of harsh-cussing. So if you find it offensive, stay clear because Xaen is a character who swears a lot. This is probably not going to be the only Xaen-post that cusses.
You have been warned bitches xP.
(Also, there is a scene where she speaks Spanish. If you want to see the translation, scroll to the bottom of the post and look under "NOTES.")[/color]


Xaen sighed, her breath coming out in a swirl of warm mist, mixing itself with the chilly morning air. She never liked mornings. For one, she had to get up at 6:00 to get to the bus-stop for school on week-days, and second, it was always the coldest time of day. Now I don't know about you, but Xaen doesn't exactly like the idea of having to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn to go to school.

Her cold indigo eyes were half-lidded, giving a bored, uninterested expression as she scanned over the heads of students; all huddled beside the bus-stop sign to keep warm. Xaen herself, was standing solitarily a few feet away. A gust of wind blew and students followed the snow with their curious eyes. And as the united gaze fell upon the lone girl standing, their eyes stayed there for a while.

Instantly, whispers filled the air. Xaen's lycan-sharpened ears caught onto every word; "Hey look! It's that girl!" "Yeah, I heard she was a drug-dealer for the other kids in the school." "She looks like such a loser, standing alone!" "Wow, isn't she cold?" "Ew, she's so wierd!" "Her hair is blue!" "Ugh, she's so ugly!" "Who is she, anyways?!" "Ew, she has a tattoo on her neck!" "Ewww, I don't even want to know what it says." Xaen tuned her hearing to somewhere else, unmoved by the words they said. She whispered softly into her thick scarf, "Ugh, jódete, callate ya."[/b][/i] This was a normal thing for her, and it didn't make a difference to know that people still thought of her as the lonely-emo girl.

I don't play well with the other kids,
They know that I'm dangerous,
Its evident I'm different,
My punishment is imminent...

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Xaen looked distantly at the sidewalk a few feet away from her, her attention slowly consumed by her own thoughts. One more day until February... The full moon will rise.

Being a Lycan was hard. Especially because regardless of the pros it gave, you'd always be caught by the cons. The balance between mortality and instinct was very hard to maintain. She gazed at the sidewalk, plans of how to avoid the moon moving through her head. Then suddenly, the cold, gray concrete was replaced by two bright colors. In the short time that Xaen recovered from her thoughts, she deemed the figures as shoes.

Apparently, feet were inside them, as the shoes began to move. Slightly tilting her head up to get a better look, the shoes connected to legs, which then became a body as Xaen continued to look up. It was a high-schooler, joined by some of his other friends, chatting animatedly. Then his eyes darted to her, and he glared while starting to whisper things to the group. Scoffing, Xaen turned away irritatedly.

The honks of the school-bus caught the attention of all the huddled kids, and Xaen followed after, quickly turning to face the yellow-vehicle stopping and opening it's doors. The high-schoolers all shoved and yelled as they scrambled into the warmth of the heated-bus. Xaen was the last to walk in, and she did so without noise, nor rush.[/color] "Every fucking day..." she thought with mild irritation as the doors closed behind her as she glanced around for an open seat. The kids who noticed her to be the only one standing and snickered, "Sorry, loser's don't get to sit! But of course, you'd be used to that by now!" one boy yelled out. Xaen resisted the urge to shove through the aisle and shut him up with a punch.

They tell me that I'm no good,
They say worse,
I've got a curse,
And I know that it's true...

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The 17 year old girl stood with a bemused face, looking out the bus-driver's window, awaiting him to start the bus. It was then that her sharp-eyes noticed the figure of a high-school-boy, running towards the bus. The driver grinned, sticking his key in and turning it, giving the engine a good roar and closing the doors. The boy outside continued running desperately to catch up before the bus-driver began moving. Xaen growled under her breath, walking with surprising balance across the aisle before grasping the driver's shoulder from behind. He looked back in surprise and anger. She yanked her scarf off to avoid being muffled, [/color]"Stop the bus, right now."[/b] Her native-accent was clear as she hissed at him.

The driver looked disbelievingly at her, and uttered a sound of protest. But before he could deny, she got closer into his face, piercing him with her cold glare. "I said,"[/b] she whispered harshly, "Stop the fucking bus... Right. Now." Again, her thick brogue was easy to the ears. The second time, the driver's brain seemed to click. He immediately pulled the key out of the slot, the engine shutting automatically. From behind her, people snickered, whispering about how the principal would love to hear about Xaen's latest act of defiance and threatening to tell.

Under her inspection, the driver opened the doors of the bus, just in time for the boy to be able to walk in. He looked relieved yet confused at the bus-drivers merciful decision to wait. Xaen scanned him over briefly, silently imagining him thanking her, but knowing it was to no avail as he had no way of knowing it was her that convinced the driver to stop. The guy was pretty handsome, and she would have noticed it too if she hadn't turned to gaze outside the driver's window again. The bus came to life again and Xaen sighed as the students followed after, chatting loudly and laughing.

This was going to be a long ride.

NOTES:
"Ugh, jódete, callate ya." Means "Ugh, fuck you, shut up already!"

OTHER: If you got a little confused and didn't already know, this post takes place one day before February.

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A tattered black duster coat licked at the calves of a tall, dark-haired boy. His skin was fare but pale, eyes the color of a deep green, watery abyss. His brisk stride voiced his rush, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Usually he wouldn't be in such a hurry, but in order to get a job, he needed to get higher grades, so no more skipping school.

He turned a corner and saw the yellow bus ahead. He quickened his pace, relieved that it wasn't gone. But then suddenly, it began to move. It was leaving. Adrenaline pumped through his vains as he began to run to catch up to the bus. As the vehicle began to speedup, he ran faster, flailing his arms to signal to the driver. He wasn't stopping... and he probably wouldn't. Just as the boy was beginning to give up, the bus suddenly stopped.

A frown furrowed his brow, and he quickly ran to the opening doors of the bus. He jumped up the steps, panting, confused but grateful. "Uh... thanks," he muttered, not entirely directing it at the bus driver. The driver was a dick, he wouldn't just decide to stop today. someone must have done something... but he couldn't identify who. So he simply boarded and headed down the aisle, slumping down in an empty seat.

He let out a loud sigh, pulling out an old, out-of-the-now cell phone that soon would be of no use to see that someone had phoned. He new the number off by heart - home. Or, as he'd rather call it right now, Hell. Before he left for school, he and his father had another fight ending in him earning himself what would be a few more bruises, especially the one on the left side of his face - he could tell, because in his reflection from the window, faint traces of brown was evident. A bruise in development. Wonderful.

A sure indication that he was not going home tonight.

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The neon-yellow bus flashed it's lights before jerking to a stop in front of Cysrin High. Students who got up too early stumbled and some fell back into their seats before sheepishly getting back up. It was too soon when bodies began to flood the thin bus-aisle and Xaen rolled her azure eyes at the rush-hour.

As the last of the kids got off, she picked up her purple backpack, taking a moment to admire the obsidian skulls on it before getting to her feet and taking her dear-sweet time to walk towards the mechanical doors. As Xaen passed the driver, she felt his hot glare on her back; turning her head to face him, she squinted her eyes menacingly as the two followed each others eyes until Xaen entered the school-building.

She gave a small look to the person in front of her; their peculiar style of clothing caught her eye, and Xaen couldn’t help but let her eyes fall down to a place she really shouldn’t be looking at. As the person continued, she realized her actions and quickly turned her attention away. Pretending as if she was looking at her shoes, Xaen continued through the entrance-way.

Her bright yellow converse hit the tiled floors with small sounds as she slid through the hallways and turned into the corridor where her locker lay dormant. Playing with the lock a little, Xaen entered her combination and swung open the door, vaguely noticing the bustled crowd of students who did the same. When she took out her Math textbook, her duo-tang and IPod, Xaen grimaced at the putrid odor of which came from the neighboring locker. Crinkling her nose a little, she walked through the halls until entering the class that took the role of her First Period, Math.

Sitting in her seat, Xaen discreetly took her headphones out, connecting it to the IPod in her hoodie-pocket and stuck them in her ears. And as the teacher blabbed on, she merely blared P!nk up and wore her usual impassive gaze, pretending as though she was listening to him speak.

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The class began to herd out from the class and Xaen took it as a cue that the math session was over. Popping out her earphones, she stuck them into her pockets and lazily gathered her stuff.

As she entered her second-period class ((OOC: History Class)), a small grin tugged on the corner of her lips. Settling into someone else' usual seat, she propped her feet up on the desk, flicking off the girl that PMS-ed at her for taking the spot. The teacher meanwhile, also had a change of expression, seeing Xaen enter the classroom. Grimacing, Miss Macentire turned to the board and wrote down a page-number. "Morning, students. Open up to page 196 and fill in the sheets located on your des--" She was cut off to the sudden feeling of a poke on her stomach. Looking downwards just in time to see a paper airplane crashed on the floor, the teacher sighed.

Turning back to her class, she ignored the few scattered snickers and locked her eyes on the one student without a paper on her desk. "Xaen Vixette." She hissed through clenched teeth. The teen shrugged and placed her headphones in her ears. Miss Macentire wore her stern face as she walked to the back of the classroom, viciously pulling the earphones out of Xaen's ears. "Hey!" she called out in protest. The teacher quickly snatched the Ipod out from her hand, "Every class? Really? For heaven's sake, Xaen! You drive me crazy, just do your freaking work for once!" Xaen held up her hands in defense, "Hey, hey, hey, easy there! You don't want to upset the baby now, do you?" She cooed, patting the teacher's stomach as she addressed her weight problem.

The students laughed while a few specially decadent people made attaching comments. Miss Macentire held back a yell of frustration, and instead rolled her eyes and grabbed a history-book from the shelf at the back. Roughly placing it on Xaen's desk, the teacher opened it up to page 196, and pointed to where she began to read off.

And class carried on.


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