i walk the streets of japan - Xzandrrrrr {xD}

[Jason Mathias Deen]

His messenger bag was slung over his shoulder as the tall, lean, young, professor limped his way through the cafeteria. His colour-blended eyes were aimed at the ground, he hadn't been back here in so long, if anything, he was a little shy. Looking up, he surveyed the scene in front of him, the cafeteria hadn't changed much in the past years, finding an out of the way table on the other, more empty side, of the cafeteria, limping over to it, he set his bag down and then walked over to one of the drink counters, picking up a cup, he filled it with coffee and handed the money to the clerk before heading back over to the table.

Sitting down, he shrugged out of his jacket, he loved cold weather, usually, but, he hated the way it made his knee act up. Some people had told him he should get a cane or something, but, every time they said that, he simply shook his head and told them he was fine. Reaching down, he plucked his book out of his bag, opening it to the page he'd been on the night before, he started to read, it was one of his favourites, Vienna Prelude, it was a book about the Jewish Underground during the Holocaust. One of his favourite topics. It was actually the reason he'd become a history teacher, no, he wasn't proud of the Holocaust or anything, he hated what it was, but, it was such a fascinating topic. Setting it on the table, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and set it beside it, the screen facing upward, just to make sure he didn't accidentally miss a call or anything.

Looking back to the book, he began to read The crowd sprang to its feet in one continuous roll of thunder... He was immediately wrapped up into the world of Elisa Lindenheim, John Murphy, and Winston Churchill.

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[Anaxzandra Corinne House]

babble babble bitch bitch
^{REBEL REBEL, PARTY PARTY}

» Xzandr hated the cafeteria. It was always crowded with too many people- "crowded", by her definition, being if she had to come within about five feet of another human being unintentionally. She much preferred to hide in her dorm, study, write whatever paper happened to be due next, do homework. But, for the first time in what could possibly be her entire scholastic career, she lacked any of that to do. All her homework, even the papers due in a week or so, was done. Xzandr wasn't evne sure how she managed to accomplish that, but chalked it up to her obsessive-compulsive homework-doing nature and let the thought go. Who cared how she did it, as long as it was done (and her own work?) She was hungry, and due to the distinct lack of anything in her room to eat, she decided to come to the cafeteria. As she stepped inside, she groaned a little. There were people there. Well, she decided, as long as none of them approached her, she would be fine.

» She made her way through the line, got a sandwich and a bottle of Gatorade (Riptide Rush, if you must know)- which she pinned to her side with her elbow, so she could hold the sandwich in her available hand (the other one being the one anchoring her to the cane, which was the only thing keeping her upright)- and ignored the looks she got. Her jacket was enough to draw attention, but the way it was open, showing her obscenity-laced t-shirt, made a few people groan that such a thing could be worn, and others giggle. Xzandr didn't care either way. She didn't wear things for anyone's amusement but her own. Xzandr hobbled across the floor, quietly watching for some table that was open. Finally spotting one- luckily for her, in a corner, several tables away from any containing other people- she headed for it, passing behind some guy reading a book.

» Halting a couple steps past the man, a sly grin spread across Xzandr's face. Oh, she couldn't resist the urge to stir up a little trouble. Stuffing the Gatorade bottle into one jacket pocket and the sandwich into the other- so she wouldn't accidentally drop them on the floor- Xzandr turned around, walked to where she could stand a little to the other side, and realize it was the history professor. She had never taken his class, and was actually pretty glad. History was boring. And she should blame him for it, even though, he had never taught her, personally. Looking away innocently, Xzandr managed to walk a couple steps with her cane raised- which she then used to whack Jason upside the head- before putting it down and hobbling over to the empty table in the corner as fast as she could.

outfit; click

[Jason Mathias Deen]

Taking a sip of his coffee, he turned the page in his book. Beneath his chair, his foot tapped absentmindedly, it was a habit he'd gotten into back when he'd attended this university. Looking up from the book, he glanced out the window, it wasn't snowing, yet, it was in the weather for that night, which meant it would take him a little longer to get to his class the following day. The history professor was one of the few teachers here who insisted that outside the classroom, his students call him by his real name; he told them that if they called him 'professor' it made him feel old. Flipping the page without looking down, he tore his gaze away from the window.

Thwack! He felt something hit him hard over the head, What the hell?! He questioned, rubbing the back of his head while he turned around to see what it was that had hit him. There was no one behind him, nothing behind him for that matter. Closing his book, he looked around the cafeteria, the only thing that really struck him as even a possibility was the girl walking away towards a table in the corner with a cane. Getting to his feet, he knew it was probably against some code to accuse without probable reason, but, he figured she probably had a reason.

Excuse me, His voice was australian, no trace of american accent in it at all, he had limped over to the girl's table and now stood beside it, his arms crossed over his chest. He stood, relaxing on his uninjured leg and looking down at her. She wasn't one of his students, so, he knew nothing about her; whether or not this was something typical, but whether it was or not, he was pretty irked. But, on his face, none of that was revealed; he looked calm and collected as always, his shaggy brown-blond hair fell over the top of his eyes slightly.

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[Anaxzandra Corinne House]

some i murder
^{SOME I LET GO}

» It wasn't that Xzandr was a particularly violent person- she didn't go around looking to get into hardcore fistfights- she was just a troublemaker. If she saw a prank to be done and judged that she had a decent chance of getting away with it, she would do it. Half the time she didn't really even think about the consequences, or possibility of getting caught. She was pretty impulsive like that- but wasn't that part of her charm? She didn't really think about how it might actually hurt to have a cane whack someone in the head, or the possibility of him being one of those people that chose to sue at the slightest sign of screw-ups. She didn't think about the fact that, if he chose to get pissed at her, he could probably prove she did it by consulting the security cameras they probably had stationed everywhere. She just did it- and ran (or, rather, hobbled) away.

» She sat down at her table and fished the sandwich, bottle of Gatorade, and a bottle of Vicodin out of her pocket. She almost ignored Jason when he said "Excuse me", and looked like she was going to indeed ignore him, because instead of answering or even looking up, she opened the medicine bottle, tapped several pills into her palm, and swallowed them with a sip of Gatorade before replacing the cap on the medicine bottle and stuffing it back into her pocket. She finally sighed and looked up, face totally betraying her. She wasn't going to deny doing anything. Hell, she was proud of her work. "Yes?" she asked in a suspiciously innocent voice. "Got a headache?" She reached back down and pulled the medicine bottle back out, waving it a little so Jason could hear the rattle of the pills in the bottle. "Sorry, these are mine." She smirked at him and dropped the pills back into her pocket.

notes; OMG. Sorry for the fail. Dx

[Jason Mathias Deen]

Jason watched as she ignored him, popping a few pills and washing them down with her Gatorade. He still had a steady throb in the back of his head, but that would go away eventually. Glancing around, he saw one of his students glancing his way, but, with a firm look her direction, the young student hurried away to be with her friends or something. Yes?

[/color] Inwardly, Jason rolled his eyes at her tone, he couldn't believe people still did that. No, he wasn't much older than she, he could still remember when he'd been in Junior Highschool all the girls that would do that whenever they were about to get in trouble. It had never really worked. Got a headache? He watched as she took out the bottle of pills and shook it, making them rattle around in the little plastic bottle. Sorry, these are mine. Jason shrugged, No, actually, my head feels fine, is there a reason you'd suspect I had a headache? He asked with his normal voice; there was no hint of the lie he was telling.


Reaching up with one of his hands, he moved the hair out of his eyes, there was one downside to having the shaggy hair he'd had since he was 14. He'd snagged his phone before he'd walked over to her, and he could feel it vibrate softly in his pocket, but, he ignored it, letting his colour-blended eyes rest easily on the student. He'd caught sight of her shirt, and silently sighed, what was the world coming to, where young people just paraded around wearing things like that to school, of all places. He felt old when he thought about that, he didn't like feeling old, but, he liked it a little better than when some of the parents who would come to drop off their students and think that he was just another student. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Anaxzandra Corinne House]

oh, no
^{GOTTA LEARN THIS SOME DAY}

» Just because she guessed headache right away didn't mean she was guilty, necessarily, which Xzandr soon pointed out. "Well," she started, taking another sip of Gatorade, "At any given point in time, it's a good bet that many people in the vicinity happen to have a headache, probably caused by being a pretentious ass. Don't worry, yours'll be coming along soon." She really had no reason to call him a pretentious ass, other than knowing that he was a professor. She didn't know how he ran his classroom, but if he was anything like any of her professors, he probably talked down to his students. Her did- they all thought they knew it all, that they were better than everyone else. They didn't care if you were number-one in your class in high school, or if you were absolute last. In their eyes, everyone was equal- equally stupid.

» Xzandr shifted casually in her seat, about to unwrap her sandwich when she figured he wasn't going to leave- for whatever reason. "Is there a problem, or are you just hoping for me to show you my fun-bags?" Only Xzandr would be ballsy enough to say such a thing to a teacher. Hell, she would say it to anyone, no matter who they were or what rank or position. She honestly didn't care. Everyone was a human being, and whether they were another student or the Dean of the freakin' school, none of them were beyond her remarks, questionable as said remarks may be. Of course, she wouldn't actually show him her so-called "funbags". She wasn't easy, and besides- the cafeteria was a public place, and she wasn't about to give everyone a free show.

» Still, Xzandr couldn't help but reflect that, if the teacher standing before her was anything but a teacher, she would totally do him. That was a crude way to think, but hey, it was likely true. She wouldn't say it out loud, of course, because she didn't want people think she'd already done just that, and besides, she was all but certain the theoretical "doing" wasn't reciprocated by Jason.

[Jason Mathias Deen]

Well... At any given point in time, it's a good bet that many people in the vicinity happen to have a headache, probably caused by being a pretentious ass. Don't worry, yours'll be coming along soon. For once, he didn't feel like a teacher, this girl sure as hell wasn't respecting him as one. Shifting onto his injured leg, he ignored the stab of pain. He could get over it. He chuckled softly, turning his blue-ish gaze onto her. So I take it that's the reason for all the Vicodin? Or were you hit over the head by some bitch with a cane? He said it with as normal as a tone as he could muster, he knew that if anyone heard him talking like this, he would surely risk his job, but, he didn't mind. It was a risk worth taking.

Is there a problem, or are you just hoping for me to show you my fun-bags? He looked at her with as teachery of a look as he could muster up and then shrugged. No, because I, unlike the thoughts on most of the male race, do not have my mind in my pants, and if women these days weren't so eager to get laid, then maybe most men wouldn't be like that. His tone was still perfectly even, his sarcasm was hid well behind his face. Looking down his nose at her, he honestly hoped that none of his students or any of the staff was around to hear him talk like this. Though yes, he wasn't much older than some of the students here, he still figured he would get in trouble for that.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he recognized the number of the call he'd missed. Maria. Damn. What had his dearly beloved sister gotten herself into this time? Inwardly rolling his eyes, he stored the phone back in his pocket and let his gaze return to the student in front of him. Half of him wondered what it was she was thinking about, because he wasn't liking the look she was giving him.

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[Anaxzandra Corinne House]

pirate skulls and bones
^{STICKS AND STONES AND WEED AND BONGS}

» Xzandr couldn't help but grin a little as the teacher began to return her banter. As much as she hated the fact that it meant he would be in her presence for at least as long as it took to finish whatever he planned on saying, she had to admit it was fun. Most of the time when she insulted people like that, or was rude to them in some way, they stormed off immediately in a huff. Only rarely did anybody choose to continue the conversation, and when they did, they either ignored her comments completely, or berated her for being some mean to them. This return of banter wasn't quite a first, but it was definitely a rarity. Even more rare was being called a bitch- though most people were surprised that she only rarely got called a bitch, but, as Xzandr would explain, they knew that calling her that would only either piss her off more, or make her come at them ten times harder- though this was definitely the first time a teacher ever did it. Maybe this guy wasn't such an ass after all.

» "No," she said, still grinning evilly. "Actually, it's because my genius father isn't actually such a genius." She left it at that, leaving the teacher to draw his own conclusions. She wasn't going to tell him everything just because he amused her- and she was sure he didn't care too much, either. She certainly wouldn't. The only reason she even told him so much was because, well, she just couldn't resist the chance to talk smack about her father. It kind of made her wonder why they hated each other so much. They were perfectly fine when she was younger, friends even, and then slowly "daddy" became "Greg" and "Greg" became, eventually "hey you, old man." She supposed it was probably residual anger that he had given her his condition, and that she blamed him for her inability to be really physically active anymore.

» "Bullshit," she mumbled under her breath. Not possible, she decided. All men thought with their balls, no exceptions. Maybe some controlled themselves a little more than others, but Xzandr remained convinced- if a guy had a choice between an intelligent woman with a boy-chest who wouldn't lay him until they were married, and a blonde bimbo with double-D's who would bone him every night, he would choose the latter. "Oh absolutely," she said, loud enough for him to hear this time, feigning agreement. "Women are just too slutty now-a-days. I blame the pimps. Hookers ought to form a union." She smirked a little at the idea of a hooker-union. What would they protest, their rate of pay? No, bitch. They got paid what the deserved. Bad hooker, low pay, good hooker, high pay. It was a quality-of-work type of deal.

» She made a little face as Jason looked at his phone, and leaned back. Then she smirked again and leaned forward, looking him over. "What's wrong? Booty call have other plans?" She didn't- wouldn't- claim to have him pegged. Maybe he didn't have multiple fuck-toys he would call in a certain order, and go down the list until one of them finally said they didn't have plans. Personally, she thought she was much more interesting than some ho leaving a text- or was it voicemail?- on some random guy's cell. But then again, she was biased.

[Jason Mathias Deen]

He watched as an almost evil grin spred across the girl's face; No, actually it's because my genius father isn't actually a such a genius.

[/i] He thought about this for a minute, if this conversation had been going any other direction, he probably could have pulled the "at least you have a father." card, but, seeing as it wasn't, and he wasn't about to tell her the one part of his history that could hurt him the most, he remained quiet. Instead, he simply waited for her to continue. Bullshit,[/i] He rolled his eyes at this remark, giving her an obvious cue to carry on, he remained silent. Oh absolutely, Women are just too slutty now-a-days. I blame the pimps. Hookers ought to form a union.[/i] He chuckled and shook his head, amazed that he was still participating in this conversation. Oh, haven't you heard, they have one. It's called cheer camp.

His face remained perfectly still, if anyone looked over at them, they would probably simply assume that the two of them were simply talking about the weather, that was how calm he was. What's wrong? Booty call have other plans? He looked down at the caller ID once more and then back at the student. Damn, he still didn't even know her name. While I don't know where you came from, we don't have inbreeding in Australia. Putting the phone in his pocket, he switched which leg he was leaning on, sparing his injured one a little bit. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Anaxzandra Corinne House]

» The comment about cheer camp actually forced Xzandr to let out a small yelp of laughter before quickly forcing herself silent. "That's... wow." She had always hated cheerleaders. She thought they were bimbos, stupid little whores with no real prospects, except becoming the trophy wives of some idiot football player that was overpaid for playing some stupid little game. For that matter, football pissed her off- though she supposed it was the fans she was more pissed at. Every week, the exact same thing, and yet every week, they just had to watch "the big game", cheer on their favorite team, and yell at the TV when the "other team" got a point. She hated the game, thought it was pointless. As she always said, "If I wanted to see a bunch of guys on top of each other fighting over a ball, I'd watch gay porn." But, back on the cheerleaders. She didn't see the appeal. When she was in high school, nearly every girl she knew wanted to be one. Why? To dance around in a skirt that was too short, yell things at a crowd, and then occasionally fall off a pyramid and break their limbs? Stupid little sluts... Xzandr shook her head at the thought. She had never had any desire to be one.

» "Whoa," she said suddenly, holding up one hand. "I do not need to know about your crazy little sexcapades with your cousin Janice that one night on summer break, when you were both drunk. God, great, now that image is in my head. What the fuck, man? Do you intentionally go around putting bad images in peoples' heads? Is that how you get your jollies?" She pointed at her head- not her face, but her temple, as if pointing straight to the "making-of-dirty-images" center of her brain. "Does that make you hard or something? God, you professors are some seriously fucked-up people!"

[Anaxzandra Corinne House]

BUMP

[Jason Mathias Deen]

{I'm so sorry for vanishing, life and total lack of muse got in the way. >.<}

He let a little smug look seep onto his face when he heard her yelp a laugh out. He'd thought she was totally without a sense of humour. That's... wow.

[/color] He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at where a few of the cheerleaders for this school stood, all of them with their perfect manicures, and their tiny skirts that somehow should be against the dress code, except for the fact she figured this school didn't even have a dress code. Rolling his grey eyes he turned back to look at the student, he'd have to look this one up just so that he could warn some of the other professors. She wouldn't be fun to have in class. Whoa, I do not need to know about your crazy little sexcapades with your cousin Janice that one night on summer break, when you were both drunk. God, great, now that image is in my head. What the fuck, man? Do you intentionally go around putting bad images in peoples' heads? Is that how you get your jollies?[/color] He stared hard at her for a moment, slightly amazed. Does that make you hard or something? God, you professors are some seriously fucked-up people![/b] Shaking his head as he looked towards the floor, he looked back up at her before speaking. There are some professors who are like that, I won't deny that; but no. You just wish that I were like that so that you could feel more secure about your life; you're sick of living in your father's proverbial shadow, so, you speak out like this.

He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but this time he answered it, turning away from the student slightly, he flipped it open and held it to his ear. Maria, what did you do this time, and why do you not want to call your husband?[/b] ... he waited for a moment, listening to her response, rolling his eyes he looked up at the ceiling of the cafeteria. 483.2084, call them and they'll come help you.[/b] His tone was bored, he always had to deal with helping his sister whenever she did something stupid, and was too embarrassed to call her husband... so she called him. I'll call you later Maria... Call your husband.[/b] He mumbled, closing the phone and sliding it into his pocket before turning back to face the girl, waiting to see what snide comment she would make to that.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]