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Date Posted: 13:56:40 07/26/03 Sat
Author: xenia benkova
Subject: �.i'm what goes bump in the night

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don't dare call her.xenia camila benkova

torment.gets her attention

current maturity reached.fourteen

x-man.where her trust lies

duration through system.freshman

xavier's.where she am enrolled

memories include.born in los angeles, she was the result of a one-night-stand. her mother a prostitute, her father another faceless drunkard in the streets of la. it doesn't bother her, though...her mother was a wonderful person; loving, caring, and always there for her. she grew up like any other teenager...well, almost.

the ability to change into a person's nightmare or fear, human and mutant alike.what sets her apart from the others

occuli's saturation.misty gray with a mixture of inky black

golden blonde, to her shoulders.lengthy mane's pigmentation

labeled.a perfectionist, she will do whatever it takes to make her work and the like flawless. always trying to get what she wants, she never gives up and will do whatever it takes to acheive her goals and obtain what she needs and craves. don't get her on your bad side--it won't be pretty. she watches out and takes care of her friends, and will sacrifice herself for friends and the little family she has that come in contact with her. she is anything but meek around strangers; she likes striking up a conversation with people, and enjoys trying new things and going to the extreme. being the brave and outgoing type, she enjoys being out in the city, though also enjoys some time with nature.

starhopper.is her pupeteer

can be contacted at.christine523@comcast.net / msn--christine523@comcast.net

The tall, russian broad strode with a certain ease and elegance down the hall of Xavier's Institute. She seemed to stand out of the bustling crowd of students, as they fled from one room to the next like a flock of birds. Her leather boots make a rhythmic clicking and clacking as she seemed to glide along the wooden floor. Click, clack, click, clack they went, holding an almost hypnotic beat as she moved forth.

Pushing her way through the talkative teens of her own age, she gave the occassional greeting to a known mutant or possible friend. Running a hand through spools of endless gold as they fell to her shoulders in an unruly and wavy mess. Her full, luscious lips were washed a crimson as the corners curled and pearly whites were flashed as a vexatious grin was formed.

Her misty gray optics took in their surroundings as she moved forth, inky black occuli holding an enticing glimmer that was evident to all that moved around her. Her garbs included a red tee shirt, the image of a female rock band embedded on the frontal area beginning to fade, and a pair of torn jeans that were frayed at the edges from being dragged beneath her boots.

"Thank god..." She muttered, her voice bold and holding a rich, russian accent "I never thought it'd end." She added. The school day was finally over, and now she could head to her dorm and chat with her roommate, though much homework awaited her.

Her eyes roamed from door to door, reading the golden numbers that were nailed to them, until finally reading a set of three symbols that signified her room. Her hand took the brass knob and turned it clockwise, opening the door without toil.

"Hello," she said, the word rolling off her tongue smoothly as she addressed it to her roommate and sat down on her bed. Pulling from her belongings three papers, hardback books, and a collection of erasers and pencils, she scattered them across the blanket and sighed. Time for homework...

The smirk the flickered on her lips faded as she began working hard and honestly on her work, the scratching of her pencil and the snoring of her friend the only noise that hung in the warm air of the room. And so she sat on her stomach, layed out on the bed as she continued on her wook. Another day at the Institute had come and gone, though many awaited her and theere was no possible way to avoid the many events that followed...

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Replies:

evaluation -- .owner., 09:02:55 07/28/03 Mon
- font face=verdana size=1>*slaps self* -- xenia benkova, 16:40:17 07/28/03 Mon
  - re-evaluation -- .owner., 18:34:13 07/28/03 Mon
    - thankies -- xenia, 10:54:47 07/30/03 Wed
      - thank you -- tiara, 11:08:09 07/30/03 Wed
        hey... -- xenia, 12:14:53 07/30/03 Wed