Come On, Bring It. [Ivan]

[Xio Beckett]

Ugghh, I am so fucking bored.

Xio glanced at her doorway in hope. She had been staring at like this for the past twenty minutes and it was doing nothing for her. See, what was supposed to happen was, Ivan was supposed to bounce in and be all ‘somethingsomethingsomething’ and make her un-bored but he was being slow today so even though it should have taken him like, ten or so minutes to get here.

“Hurry up, Ivaaaan,” She spoke to her door from across the room on her bed as if it would really answer back. Ivan was one of the few but close friends she had in this place. They hadn't hit t off at first but somehow she always ended up hanging out with the boy. He didn't seem to mind her powers or her shy, timid personality. And she didn't mind his loud, outrageous attitude. They just grew on each other. Of course, the bickered and banter like an old married couple, but it was natural. It was hardly ever serious and the best part was, she wasn't the least bit shy around him.

She really needed to get up and stop being lazy and change. She had been sitting on her, sometimes lying, reading her horror novel--again. She had already read it like, seven times and now it was just a lame excuse to not have to read her Mythology book for that stupid project that was due next Friday. Her was straight today. It fell past her shoulder in a dark mess and she hadn’t even bothered with makeup. She was still clad in her warm up pants and a tank top like she had been since she woke up. Damn, she needed a life.

She was kinda hungry too. She hadn’t even left the room which she was sure had to be emotional or physically unhealthy…or both. Her eyes fell back to her book and tried to focus. It didn’t work. “Dude!” She threw a pillow at her door in boredom door. “Ivan, hurry your ass up before I die of boredom!”

[sorry if that sucked. I'm bad at beginnings]

[Ivan Philips]

Okay, so maybe he hadn't just stayed in bed all day as he suspected Xio had done. He wasn't that pathetic. He'd gotten showered, hygeinified (shut up, it is too a word), clothed, and he'd managed to find something to eat. Of course, he had found it in the property of one of the other boys in his dorm, but who cared? What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and no one would suspect the anorexic looking demon, especially when there was a hungry werewolf in the room.
Oh boy.
However, he had slept until just recently when Xio had called, screaming into the phone with a, "get over here, I'm bored." He'd tried to butt in, but all he got in was a, "Bu--" before a loud, "Now!" came through before she hung up. Yeah, it was like that. Which explained the lateness. And that hair. Oh god, that hair. Basically, he'd shoved some mouse in and grabbed the hairspray and blow dryer. Combined with the button up shirt, blazer and combat boots, he looked rather confused. But really, when didn't he?

Stepping up to the door, he could hear her inside (obviously, he could've heard her from down the hall if he'd wanted to). What was with her and yelling lately? “Dude!” And what the hell had she thrown at the door?
“Ivan, hurry your ass up before I die of boredom!”
Well, now he just felt like taking his sweet fucking time. But then he'd have a crazy chick after him, because she got 'bored.' So he pushed the door open, looking to the pillow on the ground. "You could've hit me, asshole." Sticking his tongue out lazily, he picked up the sack of feathers and threw it back at her, taking a moment to shut the door behind him. "Oh, and nice outfit." Sure, like he was one to talk, but at least he hadn't slept in his.

[Xio Beckett]

“That was my goal, I’m a failure.” She sighed, smart enough to duck from her pillow he had launch backed at her and carefully observed what he was wearing. She resisted the urge to laugh.

“Well, aren’t you the comedian,” Xio smiled sweetly and jumped off her bed. “Let me know when your selling tickets to your show, I will most definitely,” She hugged the boy, “be there,” A pinch on his cheek, this time with hint or sarcasm and mock motherly love, “to boo you off stage.” She couldn’t help but let a wide smile take over her face. This was why she had called the boy and demanded he get here so fast. She was far from being a demanding drama queen but hey, she knew if she had called him and yelled as if it were that important, he would come. So sue her, she needed some excitement in her life. She knew that while she wasn’t going to rush him, he would forget or something, and eventually remember then when he had no time, run mouse or gel or something sticky in it and it was going to come out looking like this and well, look at that, her planned work and now she couldn’t stop laughing. Sure, she looked bad but he…hahaha, he was just priceless with his hair sticking up like that. Yes, his hair. She waited until he was fully facing her before snapping a picture of him on her phone. Blackmail!

“Ivan, dear,” were you blindfolded when you got ready?” she teased. That boy never slowed down.

She patted the spot next to her on the bed. “I got my cootie shot, remember?” she asked in a serious tone. What? She didn’t stink. Contradictory to what he probably thought, just because she had been in her room all day didn’t mean that she hadn’t showered this morning, because she had, she had just chosen not to fix her hair. And she even forced herself to go to the cafeteria and get some cereal before coming back to her room to do nothing. So technically, she had done something then opted to do nothing. Either way, she was bored. And Ivan was going to fix that, because there was never a dull moment with that kid.

[Ivan Philips]

Rolling his eyes, Ivan rested a hand on Xio's head, looking down at her with the utmost respect. "Oh, I know. All I have to do is step on stage and they'll be rolling the aisles." Quickly, before she could bite him or something, he ruffled her hair, furiously and messily, hoping to make her hair look as horrible as his did. But hey, he rather liked his hair, so suck it. However, not knowing of her evil plan (he really hadn't bothered to think that far ahead, as he rarely did), he'd done exactly what she'd wanted him to. Not knowing such was probably a good thing, though. Knowing him he'd show up in something even more ridiculous. That, or something incredibly minimalistic. What? It made sense in his head. Plus, he had a new tattoo he wanted to show off.

He flinched some at the flash from the camera phone, rubbing at his eye with one hand while he grabbed the phone from her with the other, taking a quick moment to tap her in the head. "Okay, first of all, don't do that. You know how I am about bright lights. Flash is evil. Second of all, if you're going to take a humiliating picture, do it right." Deleting the picture, he handed the phone back, raising two digits. "Take two." Raising an eyebrow in the most exaggerated way possible, Ivan hooked his index finger in his cheek, pulling it back some. "Huwwy up an' take the pituwe." He wasn't about to waste his time with caring about the stupid things.

"No, I wasn't," he said, drying his finger off on her shirt once the picture had been taken. "I got dressed half asleep because this one brat got my number and woke me up for no fucking reason. And yeah, I do mean you." Sitting down beside her on the bed, he feigned a flinch, slowly inching away as he whined something about cooties and how she was a girl. Eew, gross. His stomach agreed, and let out a little roar, though it easily could've been the fact that he was still hungry. He was a growing boy. Well, he wasn't growing up mentally any, but height could never hurt any. "So, you seriously just called me over here because you were bored? What the hell?"

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[Xio Beckett]

“Arrrgh!” She really did try to bite him. But he was too fast her silly human reflexes, so of course, he got away, though he didn’t go far. She pretended to glare at Ivan and with one hand smoothed her now tangle of a mess hair into place as if it had actually fix to begin with. “You suck, Ivan,” she stuck her tongue out at him then smiled grandly because even if she tried, she couldn’t be mad at him one single bit. She just couldn’t. He was too damn funny.

“Hey now,” She covered her head where he tapped her. “I am not a puppy,” She situated herself on the bed better and chuckled because she already flashes annoyed him but dammit she was bored and she was going to take his picture! He took her phone from her, once again, damn his enhanced speed. “Ay, ay, sir,” she saluted the boy and leaned over next to him to see what he was doing. If he was going to take her phone and correct her, she at least wanted to know what was going on. She snickered. Only Ivan. Then took the camera happily, because no he was giving her a free shot and yes, he would find this on Myspace sometime later.

And she was going to take her time, too. “No, dammit,” She replied, even though she had already taken the picture. The flash was off, so he would never know. “Hold still, Ivan. It has to be perfect.” She grinned because he probably would and let her take forever. “Jaykay,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I got it. Can you say ‘Myspace’? she quickly leaned next to him and snapped a silly picture of both of them.

“Aw,” her pillow made contact with his head. Hs hair would be okay, he had enough gel in it. “And yet, you love me.” she finished for him, scooting next to her friend but careful not touch him. She was wearing her gloves, but she had to make sure there was no skin on skin contact. She didn’t want to hurt the poor boy. “Ooh,” Xio poked Ivan’s stomach. “You’re hungry. Me too.”

“Oh, like you had anything better to do.” Xio let herself drop backwards on her bed with a thump. “You would have came over here eventually anyway. I am the coolest person you know.”

[Ivan Philips]

In return to her quote-unquote "glare," he flashed her a cheesy grin, patting the girl on the head. This time, however, he didn't bother with messing it up. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to undo what he'd already done. "No, I do not suck." He stuck his tongue out. "If I sucked I'd at least have a boyfriend." Knowing Xio, he'd regret saying that. Hell, his lack of a girlfriend for the majority of his high school career probably gave most people reason to believe that he was, in fact, packin' fudge. "So maybe you should try it." Ohsnap.

He glared at her, this time just as the final picture was snapped. Yep, MySpace here we go. "It doesn't have to be perfect. Perfect blows. Fuck perfect." Ivan tilted his head to the side, trying to see the picture she'd taken. "Hey, wouldn't that be weird if there really was some chick named Perfect, who was a slut, and who did, in fact, blow?" Coming off of his little tangent just as Xio raised the camera to snap a picture of them, he offered a cheesy grin, eyes looking almost mad. Pictures where you looked possessed were a blast.

With an 'ow' and an 'oof' he hit the mattress after the pillow made contact with his head, bouncing up quickly just in time to make a snappy comeback. "Nuhuh. I do not know of this love you speak of. And yeah, I'm hungry, gimme food before I go at your ankle." And he'd do it, too. "Mm, human flesh--tastes just like chicken. You probably taste like ass though.

"And how do you know I had nothing better to do? For all you know I could like, have a date or something." He didn't, obviously, because he'd've told her by now. "Or maybe I planned on breaking my leg and winding up in the hospital." He laid back on the bed, not caring if his shoes got on the covers. Primarily because it wasn't his bed. Ivan reached a hand up lazily, batting at her in a not-really attempt to hit her, though being careful not to touch her. "Man, if you're the coolest person I know I must be the uncoolest person ever. So take that, puny human."

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[Xio Beckett]

“Hey, now we have been through this before. Watch the hair,” Xio warned Ivan when he patted her again then she gasped at him, her smile wide, her face in shocked in amusement. “Eww,” She pushed him. “I did not want that image, you!” She laughed loudly at the thought of Ivan being gay. She knew he wasn’t, but it was funny all the same to tease him. “Yes,” She nodded as if he were the wisest person in the world. “You’re absolutely right, I should try that. Can you give me lessons later?” She was glad she was as close to Ivan as she was. Anyone else would have taken that offensively or seriously but she knew Ivan would just laugh it off.

Xio just cocked her head to one side and gave Ivan one of those looks that means ‘Seriously’. “Yeah, then Perfect and I could hang out more often and she could teach me all the tricks there are to be amazing in bed.” She retorted, leaning away from Ivan so that he couldn’t see the picture she’s snapped then changed her mind. “Teach me how to look all evil like you.” She glared at the camera even though she knew her eyes would remain the same color. She was probably as intimidating as a puppy.

“LIES!” She placed a hand a hand to her chest. “You do love me, you just don’t know it. Or you’re in deni--NO!” She leaped away from him and clamped her hands over her ankles. “I happen to want both my ankles so you stay over there before I have a go at you.” She snapped her teeth at him and growled. “Keep on,” She said told him, still glaring. “We’ll see who tastes like ass.” She fixed her shirt sleeves in the most gangster way she could and huffed. “You don’t know me like that.”

“Pssh.” Xio snorted. “You? A date? Something?” She didn’t bother to tell him to take his shoes off. One, he probably wouldn’t and two, she didn’t really care either. There were more important things in life. Like having fun, which she hadn’t done in a long time. She was trying to be nicer these days. Not that she was a bitch or anything, she was just super anti-social. “You know,” Xio faked a pout, “That hurts, Ivan. What would possibly do if I fell of a cliff one day?” She was glad she knew Ivan. They were already close but they were quickly becoming even closer and he was probably one of her best friends. He made things alot less crappy for her here in this place.

[Ivan Philips]

"See now, if you had as much shit in your hair as I do then you wouldn't have to worry about getting your hair messed up. Not ever. It'd be like the Hulk of hair." To demonstrate, he struck one of the cliche 'muscle man' poses, then slamming his fists down onto the bed with an even more cliche, "Ivan smash." He stayed as he was however, stretched out half way on the bed, looking up to Xio curiously. Ew, great, now he had the exact same image in his head. "It's in mine too you know. Do you have a brain scrubber? If you do I'll teach you." Ivan tossed her a dull grin. "Although I can't exactly teach you, just give you a critique. Eh, ehhh?" Sitting up, he wiggled both eyebrows up and down, only stopping when he caught the look regarding his Perfect girl.

"Hey, don't act like it's so not possible. It totally is." He'd have reached over and pressed his hand to her forehead to push her head back in a don't even go there way, but that would be bad. Anyone else and he would do it--multiple times, every time they bobbed right back up. "And what makes you think she's good in bed? Dude, she's a slut, she doesn't have to be good if she's easier than a rubix cube when you have pliers." Ever try it?

He rolled his eyes, sitting up straight finally and grabbing the camera back from her. "It isn't hard man. Just grin," he modeled such for her, grinning cheesily, though lacking any emotion behind it. "Then glare. Like pretend it's Will's face or something. Works for me." He smirked, knowing that his fellow demon would likely kill him in his sleep for that comment.

"Fine, I love you, now lemme eat your leg." Once again before she could yank her leg away, he lunged for it, face hitting the mattress head on. "And you're not tough," Ivan murmured, not even bothering to look up. Xio was using her "tough" voice again. She'd probably rolled her sleeves up to look like a total "G" and everything. Curious, he lifted his head for a split second to see. Yep.

In that order? "Yes, me. Probably not a date. Maybe something like a handjob." He probably wouldn't have said that so casually with anyone else. Anyone else would probably be all, 'ew, don't remind me that you have a penis, please.' But he, he wasn't that feminine, not even close.
"If you fell off a cliff? Depends on how tall the cliff is, and what's at the bottom. If it was a five foot cliff with fluffy shit at the bottom than I'd jump too. If it was a normal cliff I'd..." Shit, what would he do? "I wouldn't jump, and I'd try and get to the bottom first to put some fluffy shit down there. But you'd owe me a dollar."

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[Xio Beckett]

She eyed Ivan‘s attempt to look intimidating and hulkish and raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh…Well…I like my hair normal, thanks. However, If I ever need it to compare to the superheroes of hair, I’ll let you know.” The hulk had never really been a favorite of hers, but she was all about Spiderman. Oh, yeah. The comics and everything. She preferred Marvel or DC anyday. No if she could just find a time a machine and become spider-girl instead this thing she was. She lay back, stretching out next to her friend and laughed, because yeah, that was a weird image. “Hey, you said it.” His little remark didn’t process fast enough so it took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. “Eww!” She tossed another pillow at him because that was all she could really, and ended up giggling. She didn’t mind making those kinds of jokes with Ivan because he didn’t make a big deal out of them. Occasionally she would flirt with the boy but it was all just good fun.

“Who the hell would name their daughter perfect?” She turned her head to the side and kept the same look she’d had before. “Poor kid, that’s why she ended up being a whore. Because her parents gave her a stupid ass name.” She rolled her eyes in that playful manner and sat up because even laying down was boring when you did it all day. “I’ll never understand why you would screw someone just because they’re easy….Dude! I’m seriously going to find some pliers and do that one day cause I always get to where I have like, two little blocks left, and I can never get it…” she stopped her rambling and sighed. “Stupid cube.”

“Mmkay, like this?” She shot him a cheesy grin then switched to a glare within the next second, failing to look serious. She looked like she was trying really hard not to laugh and soon enough she gave up. “Aww, Leave Will alone. He’s nice to me!” She had to defend her new friend, he was pretty damn cool. “You know, he’s going to get you in your sleep for that one.”

“Hey, hey, back off,” She leaned over her leg protectively. “I am too, tough.” Only Ivan knew her well to not even have to look up to know exactly what she was going to do. Was she that predictable? That was definitely not good. She really needed to learn to be more exciting or something.

“Oh, lovely,” She commented casually as if he told her this all the time because he actually did. She’d been a little uncomfortable around Ivan at first but you just had to get used to his sense of humor, though he might have been serious about that blowjob. Yeah, it was either get over it, or tough luck. As far she was concerned Ivan changed for no one. Xio crossed her arms waiting for a good answer. He had better have a good answer! Who else would save her from a cliff? She liked the answer, it was definitely origal. No one else would have put awesome shit below a cliff for her. “Aww, yay! Just for that, I’ll give you two dollars! And…If I wasn’t capable of killing you, I’d give you a big kiss, too!" She joked.

[Ivan Philips]

Ivan blinked and tilted his head to the side. Superheroes... of hair? It was an idea that he both loved and hated. "Hey, Xio," giving her an innocent, wide eyed, and hopeful look, Ivan grabbed her hands carefully, pouting just a bit. "Promise me something, okay?" See now, this is why he couldn't get a girlfriend. Mr. Serious. "If there are such things as superheroes of hair, can I be a villain?" But hey, he was dead serious about that, so you know.

Ivan rolled his eyes, looking to Xio. "Who the hell would name their daughter Xio?" Yes, he was about to use her exact words for the very same purpose, thanks for asking. "Poor girl, no wonder she's such a whore. It's because her parents gave her such a stupid ass name. I mean seriously, unless you're Chinese it's just weird." Wait... Was Xio Chinese? Or some kind of Oriental--I mean Asain American. She sorta looked it. Either way he was likely going to be hit for that little comment about Xio being a whore. Chances are, that's what happened when you called any girl a whore, especially if they actually were.

Blinking, he pulled his sleeve over a finger to poke her in the cheek, moving the corner of her mouth up to create a menacing pseudo-Glasgow smile. "Uh, sure. I mean, you're not getting any better. Just... quit while you're ahead? You look like a seizure victim, and that's the only scary part. That or a deranged clown." Ivan was doing that thing again where he just sort of rambled on, talking with his hands like an idiot and nearly forgetting that he was talking to someone in the first place. It was a pain in the ass. The comment about Will, however, got him back to Earth. "Hey, he will not. I'm kidding, besides he doesn't have to know. Neither does Blair. She'd kill me herself." He rolled his eyes. "Those two need to just hurry up and fuck already. Again, I mean. Like, sober this time."

Expectantly, Ivan held his hand out. "Two dollah, me love you long time." When it came to money, she'd better hold her word. Besides, you could never have enough money--unless you were just mean and greedy.

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[Xio Beckett]

“Yes?” Xio sat up to meet Ivan’s wide eyes and innocent demeanor. This wasn’t his normal character so it was always interesting to see what it was that changed that. If he was being serious 9 times out of ten, it was something worth listening to. She almost protested when he took her hands but stopped herself. He looked serious. And there was no threat, as far as she could see since she was wearing her gloves. She couldn’t exactly control her powers but she was starting to learn and it helped some that he was a demon. It didn’t make him immune to her, but it made him less likely to get hurt. Xio leaned in closer to him, wanting to know what has him so solemn. "If there are such things as superheroes of hair, can I be a villain?"

Stupid boy. Xio groaned at Ivan and rolled her eyes. “See, this is why no one will take you seriously, you stupid, loveable jerk.” She should have known that was coming. Seriousness was rare when it came to Ivan and one would think that she knew him by now but with him, you never know. “Yes, Iv,” She shook her head and beat him to it because no matter how silly the question, she knew he was going to want an answer and he was probably serious. “You would be the most badass villain, EVER.” She couldn’t hold back a smile. You had to love this kid.

Xio snorted and burst out laughing because hell yeah, that was funny even if it was at her expense. Xio. She really did have a weird name. She nodded through her laughter. “I know, right? I mean, look at me. I’m such a whore.” She raised her eyebrows at him in mock seduction and leaned forward, one gloved hand at the back of his neck and pretended she was going to kiss him. “You and me, baby, she breathed and she shot him a big, fake wink and burst out laughing again. “You know, I’m not even Chinese! I’m like, three quarters Mexican and I guess my mom was on crack or something.” Yeah, people always mistook her for an Asian. She didn’t even look that Asian, just a little bit. If you listened hard enough you could even make out her Spanish accent. Anyways, any other girl would have probably hit Ivan by now, but not Xio. It was all in good fun and she knew that.

“Rawr,“ she said, when put his finger to his face. She took a snap at it and pouted. “I’m getting better, I’m working on it!“ She huffed and went back to making faces at the camera. She could be scary, she just had to try…harder. Much harder. “Ha. Ha.” She batted her eyelashes. “Keep talking, I’m going to push you off a cliff and there won’t be anything fluffy at the bottom.” She stuck out her tongue, aware that she was acting just like an eight year old. Oh well. If she couldn’t immature with her best friend, then she had nothing.

“Maybe I should tell him,“ she said with an evil smile then looked up at the ceiling and shook her head. “Dude. They‘ll fuck when they want to. Let them do whatever they want to” She raised one eyebrow at Ivan and smirked before lying back down and reaching out to her drawer where her wallet was. “Here,” She threw the two dollars at her friend with a grin. “Only because I love you.”

[hana-jeremy 'monster' rue]

"YOU'REEEES MY HONEY-BUNCHSESES, SUGA' PLUMS, PUMPY-UMPIERS-UMPKINSSS!"

Monster burst through the door, almost swinging the door block of wood off it's henges. A big grin plastered onto the sixteen year olds face. On her right hand hung a small bag, filled with pastries of all kinds, and in the other, she held a big cup of hot coco, which she would have dropped a long time ago, but thank god it had one of those little coolio cardboard thingies around the cup.

"YERRR MY SWEEETIES PIE!" She sang out, her voice shrill but in a some, slim way, sort of cute. She bouned all the way to her bed, skipping, and waved at Xio. "XIOO, I'MS HOME!~" She announced, setting down the food on her bed, the cup on her night stand, and giving the girl a thumbs up. That was when she noticed Ivan. The girl blinked, her hand dropping limply to her side, and tilted her head to the side. "Ke.. Xioers, dos we have a new room mate..?"

Ahahahahahaha. Haahahaha. Hahahaha. AHAHAHAHA. yeah.

So, while Ivan looked almost nothing like a girl, Monster still dared to question his gender. And eh, well, yeah. She was just plain stupid. But at least Monster did not look like a monster. More or less, she looked like an overgrown little kid. With chocolate hair that was messier then Ivan's bed, a simple shirt, with overalls covering it. While her shoe choice was a bit different, rainbow converse, with the laces askew. After a second, Monster's grin returned.

"MEH NAMES MOOOONSTER. ANDS WELCUMIES TO TEH HOUSE!" She greeted, pulling Ivan in a tight hug. "Are yewww new at Winadorn?!?! Mes and Xios can show yew around, ifeses you want!" She grinned once more. Oh yes. She was a very clueless idiot indeed. But she was your clueless idiot.

... Right?

[Ivan Philips]

Upon Monster’s arrival, Ivan had forgotten about everything that had been happen. Monster, he was guessing, often had that mind numbing effect on people. And Ivan, for one, had a sudden urge to shoot himself. Now he knew why Xio could be such a bitch sometimes—this Monster chick drove her nuts. It made sense. But at least it didn’t look like you’d often be bored with that nutbag around.

“Hey! I am not a girl.” He nearly whined that out. “I don’t look like a girl,” he whispered to himself, arms crossed and a pout on his lips. Saying that Monster was a little ADD was hypocritical, since he, after all, was the one that had forgotten what had been happening. Head hung, he looked up to Xio, murmuring. “Tell her I’m not a gi—oh.”

Blinking as Monster swiped him up, Ivan looked down to the brunette. Oh God, he was going to be either crushed in her arms or eaten alive. Scared for his life, Ivan shook his head furiously, taking a few steps back to worm his way out of her grasp. “Uh, no, not new.” What? Was the girl dumb? Oh for fucks’ sake, what was he asking? Of course she was. Her name was Monster. “So, no, I won’t need showing around.. thanks.”

Sitting back on the bed, he crept close to Xio, looking just a little bit terrafied. “Who the fuck is this wack job?”

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[Xio Beckett]

Xio grinned from ear to ear. She could hear Monster singing even before she opened the door and knew right away that excitement or something interesting was in store. She didn’t even have to look at Ivan to know that in less that five seconds, whatever expression he wore was going to fade into horror or something. “MONSTERRRRRR!” She cried, not moving an inch from her but to blow a kiss her way. She couldn’t exactly hug her now could she? But if she could have, she would have and Monster knew that.

The whole Monster/Ivan sighting was quite amusing. She chuckled but tried to laugh too hard and shook her head because if Ivan caught her laughing at him, he’s probably get her with a pillow. “Of course not, Monster. You know Ivan’s a boy…” She giggled. “Shoosh, Ivy,” and playfully swatted him. “We all know you aren’t a girly.” she winked at him just to push him farther. He looked so cute sitting there, with his arms crossed; a pout on his face that she sighed and pouted back at him. “Awwuh--” She tilted her head to one side and blinked at him.

She remember the first time she had met Monster. True, she came off a bit weird but you just couldn’t help but love. She was Monster. When they had first met, Monster had tried to do the same thing and hug her. Xio nearly tripped over a chair just trying to get away. But this, this was great! She loved her the one time Ivan actually looked terrified it was because of Monster. She was going to have to buy her cookie later or something. Xio was close to saying ’Hug him tighter, Monster! I think he wants you to hug him tighter!‘ But she knew that Monster probably would. Okay, okay, poor Ivan. She let him sneak real close and rolled her eyes. “Monster this is my bestest friend, Ivan,” She elbowed him. “Right?” And smiled sweetly at him before narrowing her dark eyes. “Be nice,” She growled at him. “This is my amazing room mate, Monster.”

[hana-jeremy 'monster' rue]

As Ivan explained, very nicely that he was NOT their new roommate, and that he was in fact a guy, and that he was also not new, Monster blinked, trying to process all of this information all at once. After a few seconds, or maybe minutes, the smile returned to her face, and she didn't look so blank anymore.

"Ooooh!" She piped up, and then looked at Xio as she gave the last introduction. "Ivan! Ivansers's Xios's best friend!" Monster flashed a grin. "Gotcha!" The girl gave the two double thumbs-up, her smile very big on her face, indeed. "Wells, too bads yer not in ours dorm. It'sesrly so funnnily!" She added, and then looked back at her head.

"Ohs! I gotser some pasties. They're ummberly goodily! Do you wants some?" She asked, and without waiting for their reply, Monster ran to her nightstand and bed, grabbed the bag and skidded back in front of them, dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor. Oh, it was pastry heaven indeed. Two boxes of doughnuts, many twinkies and mini cupcakes, and laods of more goodies. It was a miracle how Monster stayed skinny if this was her breakfast!

The girl dropped onto the floor, and began picking up each invididual item, explaining to them exactly what it is. "OHS, AND THISERS ONE IS A TWINKIE! IT'S GOT THESES WHITE STUFF IN IT'S THAT UBBERLY GOODLY!" She squeaked, and went on to the other pastries, a smile plastered onto her fade.