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I'll probably believe you. Campione's the liar. [ looks back pointedly, unfortunately still visibly red ] There's nothing wrong with you. I have a boy chest, but I'm okay with that.

Xerxes picks at loose threads on the collar of his shirt, only worrying the tear further open. The shirt's ruined anyhow, it doesn't matter.

"Y's just a. A real piece of work, you know?" He wasn't even sure how to describe him. He never was, Y always evaded description. Slippery shit that he was. "You just stay away from him. And me! Stay away from us. We're assholes. All of us. Just go ahead and get the fuck outta Wammy's now." He shuffled down the hallway as he talked, trying to get out of the view of the majority of the students.  "While you still have a boy chest, yeah? Teenagers are crazy sex maniacs and they're all insane."

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[ holds out the remains of his shirt, averting her eyes shyly ] What did...Y do?

Xerxes snatches it back before softening up a second, feeling like even HE shouldn't be an asshole to a kid. "Nothin' anyone would believe coming from me. Hey, glad you're not lookin, huh, it's not proper for you to see man-tits." A little snort of laughter because he probably did have more of a chest than half the girls here, way to go fatass, you're at least successful at needing a bra.

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At six years old, had someone picked on Xerxes he probably would have cried. At ten, he probably would have gotten mad and tried to start a fight. At sixteen he was so used to being the aggressor that he was too stunned to respond for a second. Xerxes picked, and he prodded, and he taunted, and most people got angry, and they picked back, and Xerxes thought he'd gotten used to that.

"Like you seriously think there's no one who wants you swinging by your neck too? Like you think anyone likes you better than me? Like you think I want to deal with you?"

He glanced back and forth between Yacer and the hall for a second, torn between going after his ruined shirt or staying to fight. But there was no point, was there? X was a fat, useless sack of shit. He cursed under his breath and darted out, giving up on the ruined shirt and deciding to get back to his room as quick as possible for a new one before too many people saw him.

"I hope the entire fucking school thinks you got fucked by an ugly asshole like me when they see me come out like this," he spat at Y before taking off.

Yacer took the Xerxes’ blow with a choleric “Uhn!” grinding his lips together to prevent the air from leaving his lungs. His own hand flew up as if by reflex, driving the distressed boy’s hand at an angle, forcing it to collapse down, and pulling his shirt off in a swift move. Seeing Xerxes wince he rolled his eyes, “You actually think someone’d want to fuck an ugly shit like you, don’t you?” He pushed the dizzy teen away from him, which meant to the floor. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

He held the shirt gingerly between his finger and thumb, taunting him with it, keeping it just out of his reach. “No one wanted you on this team. No one wants to be around you.” He held the collar tightly between his hands.  ”Do you have any idea how many people wish you hung yourself like A?” He ripped it. “Everyone.“ 

He pulled it away from X’s grasp once again. “But in case you don’t believe me~” He balled it up.

“Stay. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Room.” 

He tossed it out into the hallway, packed with the between-class rush.

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OOC Post

Mun's going to be away for the rest of the week and probably most of the weekend, as I'm going to my girlfriend's for the Thanksgiving holiday. Sadly I have no internet access there, and as I haven't had time to queue the 30 day challenge I'll be missing several. Upon my return I'll queue up two a day to try and catch up. Sorry for this. 

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30 Day RP Challenge Day 8

((Going with one of the altered questions for this round, since it seemed more interesting to go with a more in-depth question than a shallower one about favorites. Also this is late, so I'm gonna post this one now and day 9 later today.))

8.) What calms this character?

Sometimes shit gets bad, and X gets sick of everyone and everything, and he has to check out for a while.

What that usually entails is:

- a veritable stockpile of junk food, including chips, fast food and cookies

-his room sealed off, with the door shut and something like a chair jammed in front of it so no one can come in and fuck with him

-a marathon of an entire season of Mystery Science Theater 3000.

On a smaller scale, when he's nervous he slings insults more than usual. He tends to make stupid jokes and laugh a lot when he's unsettled, and he'll be more likely to sling the worst insults when he feels cornered. Getting on the attack makes him feel less defensive and takes the attention away from him and onto someone else. 

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30 Day Rp Challenge Day 7

7.) Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?

"Duh, I'm a fucking orphan." X snorted. "You can bet your ass I have all kinds of things I'd like to erase from my past. Are you stupid? Nah, my life's been SUNSHINE and RAINBOWS. But you'd have to be fucking idiotic to think I actually would erase anything given the chance, have you ever watched a time travel movie in your life? What about that shitty Ashton Kutcher movie with the magic notebooks or something? Every time he tried to fix something he made himself worse and fucking worse until he was a quadruple amputee trying to drown himself in a bathtub. You think I want to end up snivelling in a bathtub? Hell no! Right now I'm an orphan at a school for genii with two crazy fucks for partners trying to be some lazy ass armchair detective's heir, but at least I can walk. I'm not gonna try and mess with that."

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((Might use some of these!))

Altered 30 Day Rp Challenge

Since the questions of the old one were inadequate. 

1.) How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive? 

2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?

3.) What about your character is heroic? 

4.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

5.) Sex or intimacy?

6.) What is this character’s birth date? How does this character manifest traits of his/her astrological sign?

7.) Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?

8.) What calms this character?

9.) List the circumstances over which this character has no control.

10.) What is the scariest thing in the universe/what are people are truly the most afraid of, according to them?

11.)What do they do when they’re bored?

12.) How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email? AND/OR, DEPENDING ON SETTING: How is your character with magic or the supernatural?

13.) Name the actual thing people most hate/dislike about your character.

14.) Is one sense more highly developed than another? For instance, do you tend to take in the world primarily through vision? (“I’ll believe that when I see it!”) Or are you more auditory? Do you determine if a person is lying by the tone of voice? What about the sixth sense—intuition? How often do you rely on your “gut” and then have your feelings confirmed?

15.)Name something that/what they think is wrong with most people overall?

16.) Are there any blood relatives that your character is particularly close with, besides the immediate ones? Cousins, Uncles, Grandfathers, Aunts, et cetera. Are there any others that your character practically considers a blood relative?

17.) What’s your character’s desk/workspace look like? Are they neat or messy? AND/OR What does your character’s bed look like when he/she wakes up? Are the covers off on one side of the bed, are they all curled around a pillow, sprawled everywhere? In what position might they sleep?

18.)Describe a recurring dream or nightmare this character might have.

19.)How open are you to new ideas and information? 

20.) What wakes your character in the middle of the night?

21.) Does your character have a single underlying passion or trait that influences all aspects of their life?

22.) How would a stranger describe this character?

23.) Is your character superstitious?

24.)How do you learn best? Observation? Participation? Trial and error? Rumination and cogitation? Consulting experts? Writing?

25.) Have them name something about people that one should be scared of.

26.) Favorite vice.

27.) Pick two songs that describe your character at two different points of their life, and explain why you chose them.

28.) If your character’s life was a genre, what would it be?

29.) What is their current short-term goal?

30.) And finally: Write a letter to your character, from yourself. 

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30 Day Rp Meme Day 6

6.) Describe your character’s happiest memory.

X had one. It was kinda stupid, and he never really told anyone about it. It wasn't exactly the best thing that ever happened to him (he had memories of birthday parties, times with his parents, holidays...) and it wasn't really a big thing. Still, he reflected on it a lot.

It was when he was new to the Program and shooting up the ranks fast, and when he scored high on his latest test Roger thought it was time he should be formally introduced to the detective he was going to try and succeed. Or at the least, introduced to his logo on a computer screen and a voice filter.

X laid into him immediately, like he always did. "Man, what the fuck kind of detective hides his pussy ass behind a screen? You gotta be REALLY ugly if you won't even show your face to a guy who wants to succeed you." 

"Actually," the robotic voice filtered back at him, "I avoid showing my face for safety purposes, and I do not appear in person today because I am currently overseas working a very important case."

"Saftey purposes my ass," Xerxes huffed, "I'm ten years old, what am I gonna be able to do to you?"

"You'd be surprised."

That actually made X laugh. "AND you're a pussy afraid of ten year olds. Man, you really need a successor like me if you're this pathetic."

The robotic voice somehow managed to sound amused. "You know Xerxes, it does take a critical eye to detect faults and make biting insights. Your sharp mind is at least evident in your sass." That was the happy memory. It wasn't that he had ever been seeking L's praise to begin with...Nor had he ever wanted the position as successor as much as he worked for it.  But he still somehow thought about it. It took a critical eye to detect faults.... Well, it was kinda reassuring. 

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30 Day Rp Meme Day 5

5.) What’s your character’s ranking on the Kinsey Scale? (AKA, orientation)

X liked girls. Girls and only girls, and he liked girls a LOT. Didn't really matter what shape, size or color, girls were girls and MAN did he like them. But there were always girls that were off-limits, girls who he wouldn't let himself so much as THINK he stood a chance with. (Well, he didn't have much of a chance at all to begin with, did he?)  And girls were just so BAFFLING, some foreign thing he couldn't understand, all kinds of confusing and tumultuous, girls just made no SENSE.

Still, he couldn't like guys if he tried. Did nothing for him. Shame, since it seemed like with the way all his peers worked he had a better chance with a guy than anyone else. Eh, well. Wasn't like anyone would like a fatass like him, no matter what sex.

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30 Day RP Meme Day 4

4.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

He always liked his mom, even though she'd smack him for his sass and tell him not to backtalk. His dad was away most of the time, so Xerxes really only ever remembered a few things: watching cricket with him, the way his dad's voice sounded when he said "fuck" (and he said it a lot; when the team was losing, when he was running late, when he knew he'd be away a long time again).  He figured he'd probably have gotten along with his folks okay, had he gotten enough of a chance to grow up with them. Maybe he'd get in trouble a lot for his mouth, but that was alright. Course, if he was able to do that he wouldn't be at Wammy's, now would he? 

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30 Day RP Meme Day 3

3.) What about your character is heroic? 

Heroic. Xerxes had to think about that one for a long time, flopped back onto his bunk in his dorm room at Wammy's, staring at the ceiling and growing increasingly more irritated.

L was heroic because he solved cases every day, put people in prison who deserved to be there, figured out shit no one else could.

Wammy was heroic because he took a bunch of shithead kids and gave them something to do other than rot in the system.

Even Z was heroic because she was at least fucking smart enough to lead the pack and GO SOMEWHERE with it.

And X? X was a fucking waste of space struggling to keep up with the other two, dumb as shit and no one liked him to boot. 

"S'heroic how much shit I put up with," he muttered to himself, burrowing down into the covers and pulling them over his head. "I'm the patron saint of patiently putting up with jack shit assholes and idiots from all directions."

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30 Day RP Meme Day 2

((Rather than a drabble like last time, I'll be answering this one OOC.

2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?

Xerxes isn't especially memorable- he's an average-looking teenager, dresses in relatively standard clothes for a 16 year old boy, is a bit overweight and neither handsome nor ugly. He has dark skin, his hair's a curly afro kept short enough to be controlled, he's medium height and heavyset, has a wide nose and the beginnings of facial hair in the form of upper-lip fuzz. He does, however, have green eyes, which are about the only thing he likes. Doesn't stop him from constantly talking himself up as attractive, though.

If one were to remember him, it'd be more likely they'd remember his mouth than his looks. But if they were asked to describe him, it'd most likely be "the chubby black kid with the fro and green eyes." That's usually explanation enough, as his attitude certainly lingers in memory.

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30 Day RP Meme Day 1

((For the next few weeks I'm going to make a conscious effort to keep this blog a little more alive, develop X a little more and really get the ball rolling on RP and characterization. So I'll be answering the 30 day RP meme to give a better insight into who Xerxes is and what he's like aside from the constant verbal abuse. It'll be tagged '30 day rp meme' if you want to keep track of the posts or, for some reason, savior it.))

1.) How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive?

It wasn't per say that Xerxes actually BELIEVED half of what he said. He didn't spend a lot of time looking in the mirror, thinking to himself that he was as hot as he said he was, and he didn't really sit there patting his gut thinking "DAMN am I sexy." But no one else had to know that, right? So long as he SAID he was attractive it meant no one could tell him otherwise. So what if he could stand to lose some weight, so what if he was kinda out of shape? He was allowed to say whatever he liked about himself, as much as he wanted. "Course I'm hot." He tugged his sweatshirt down over his stomach and shrugged. "Can't help it if everyone else is too fucking dumb and blind to realize it." 

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30 Day RP Meme

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What is your ancestry, and how did you end up at wammy's?

What, you want me to say my ancestry is from some specific part of Africa or something? Fuck if I know that. My mum came from the US to England when she was young and my dad lived in England his whole life, I'm just as English as any white fucker around here. But I ended up in Wammy's... Why should I answer that for you? You know the story's the same for all of us. For one reason or another we're not able to live with parents or relatives, we end up in the system, we get IQ tested, they figure out how fucking smart we are and we end up here. If you want a more personal story or some kinda weepy orphan tale go watch some Lifetime Original Movies, it isn't my job to give you that shit.

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Wha- WHAT? Xerxes blanked out for a second, staring up at Yacer wide-eyed, before scrambling to yank his shirt back down, at the very least to cover his stomach. "The fuck, dude?" His voice wasn't shaky, nope, not in the least, Xerxes was a composed guy. Very composed. He stuffed his hands under him to hide the quiver in them. "Look, I know I'm hot shit and all, but aren't ya gonna at least take me to dinner and a movie first?" Shaky little laugh. Wow, that was stupid, Xerxes could have punched himself in the face. He squirmed, shifted, tried to throw off Yacer's balance so he'd get off. "Besides, I'm not a faggot, hate to disappoint you." Yacer wasn't budging. Xerxes's breath sped up, nope nope he wasn't freaking out, nope. "So get OFF, dude!" He lashed out with one hand and shoved Yacer in the chest, trying to knock him backwards.

Yacer ripped his arm away violently, bruising in black stripes where the other’s nails had not yet completely released their grip.  He stared at his own slender arm fixedly, as if in complete ignorance to the other boy’s painful struggle. Angry. He didn’t know how to deal with it. His eyes flashed back to Xerxes, his gaze void of the appropriate sympathy as the older successor complicated the already difficult process to catch his breath in order to curse his teammate.

An empty shrug. “Lot’s.” Y replied, once again forcing the gasping teen backwards onto the bed and reaching underneath to pull off the other’s shirt.  A moment ago he would not have never been so adventurous as to touch that ugly loose skin, but he wasn’t playing around this time. More than anything, he couldn’t let X see him lose his head. Therefore, he’d do anything it took to make Xerxes lose his. 

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Your mom's ass, pffft.Nah, you're a robot, you don't even HAVE a mom. You were built, not born, how's THAT feel? I may be an orphan, but at least I HAD parents. Even if they're dead. Waaaay better than having been built outta a box somewhere by someone swearing at an assembly manual.Why are you so interested in people's favorite inanimate objects, anyhow? You think they'll say "You, Tumblrbot" one day? Is all this a sad lonely quest for self-gratification or to like, find someone who accepts and loves you and shit?

Man, you're really pathetic, Tumblrbot.