Happy Friday.. {OPEN}

[Jaysene Alexander Riviera]

Writing in book Speaking

Jaysene felt a familiar smile play upon the corners of her face. Friday was finally here, and that meant a weekend of writing, reading and mastering those chords she had been working on. She nearly forgot where she was, so intent was she on her internal monologue.

"Pencil? Check. Paper? CHECK! Bag to hide these supplies in? Check." she said as she entered the door. A familiar smell of paper with chocolate and the noise of pencils scratching filled her mind, and she sat down at the desk, with a smile on her face. Pulling out her pencil, she began to write.

"My name is... Saynar.. I.. am... a.. werewolf." she said, reading out loud as she wrote. "I.. am.... different.. because.. I.. hate... feeding.. on.. humans." the page blurred as she dreamed it. A red-head was walking down the street in her mind, with a nametag that said 'Hello, my name is Jane'.

Jaysene pulled back one blondeish strand that had intruded her vision and gave a smile. "What kind of a name is Jane, anyways. I see why Saynar would choose a different name!" Her tan hand shocked her green eyes for a second, before remembering where she had spent the summer, And that she no longer lived in Canada, her home country. What a nightmare that place had been. She didn't know how, but she had managed to make her entire province hate her.

I live in the land of eternal snows, where my wolfen side is praised among the natives. It's odd, going to school and having 6-year olds asking me to show them how I do it. I just clench my hand, and the dark fur comes through. I have to be careful to not lose control though. If I do.. disaster.

NOTES: If anybody wants, they can walk by, knock this notebook down. No real plot currently, just a go-with-the-flow
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[novak klive andrews]

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Normally, Novak liked to stay in the adult district of the school campus. By 'adult', she meant the few bars U.C.C actually had for their 21 plus students and teachers to cut loose on weekends. It was there, the warehouses for parties, or the college campus that Novak Andrews mainly found herself. The black haired girl liked to stay near her clique so as not to get scolded by their clique leader and so she wouldn't have to struggle through social norms like small talk with strangers.

All of this added up to Novak not disappearing off the face of U.C.C to show up at the small writer's cafe that only the nerdy kids and English majors seemed to hang out at. Today was not Novak's day for social math because despite what all of these things added up to, the model seemed to be an exception to the rules, sort of like zero. Oh god she was going mathematical on herself again. Just because her minor was medicinal studies didn't mean she needed to think in math to herself. Then again... No. She shook her head, loose strands of black hair falling in her eyes as she did this. She was a model first and foremost, medicine was her hobby.

"Geez, I will go crazy," Novak muttered to herself as she slipped into the small cafe. She inhaled sharply, not entirely sure if she like what she was smelling or if she loathed it. It was a strong smell but not completely unpleasant. Novak took a deep breath and looked around before making her way toward the counter to order. She ordered herself something easy to start with and glanced around for a table. While most tables were unoccupied, it was in Novak's mental programming to be a bitch.

So, without further ado, she walked over to one of the occupied tables and sat down across from the person. She got comfortable and said in a condescending, saccharine tone, "I'm sitting here and you will deal with it."



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Jaysene seemed to wake up at the overly sweet voice of the other girl. She shook her head, muttering Woah... . Her blonde hair seemed to look a little like a haystack, and she pulled a small pencil nub that had gone flying out near her shoulder. Her gaze trained along this girl.. A college student? Sitting across from HER? Jaysene pinched herself, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Nope, definatly not.

Hi there.. Er... Whoever you are.. she said in a questioning tone, tilting her head to the side before continuing, I'm Jaysene, seventh grader, attempting to major in music at the moment. I might switch to writing, though. She said rather matter-of-factly. She scratched a couple lines onto the paper. If I'm not careful, my instinct takes over, and I'll end up slaughtering them all. That would mean starting all over, which my parents can't do again. I've already lost my father 3 jobs in the past 4 years. He'd have given me away long ago if I didn't resemble my mother so much.

So, whatcha doing in the Writer's cafe? Someone with your.. Fashion sense, looks like they belong on the Storefront. she said, gesturing to the pretty dress whoever this girl was was wearing. She looked at her plain Buffalo skinnies, black Converse shoes, and her white teeshirt, and felt a little plain, out of place.

Who are you, by the way? I never caught your name, not to be nosy of course! she exclaimed, staring into the college girl's grayish eyes. She had been told that you were supposed to look into people's eyes while talking to them. One of the few lessons she had learned before pretty much being disowned by her brothers. She hoped people weren't giving them trouble at their school, back home.

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Novak was just a bit surprised when the girl didn't get upset by the college student's sudden presence. If it had been Novak, she would have gone off at the person invading her personal bubble when there were plenty of other open tables around for them to take. This was one of those moments when Novak had to remind herself that not everyone in the world thought like she did; some people were kind and not immediately bitchy to something they didn't understand or want.

The model took a sip of her drink, mentally cringing at the strong flavor, and she raised her brows at the young girl as she introduced herself. Wow, seventh grade? Novak had trouble recalling her sophomore year of high school. She couldn't imagine even trying to relate to being in seventh grade again. It was probably not a good time for her. The brunette tipped her head to the side before speaking. "You do not always need to be certain in your major until college you know," she said. Her tone wasn't exactly friendly but it was light and polite. She didn't know what it was about this girl, but something told Novak to be nice. It was probably her age. Rather, her grade. "Writing is a choice major, I suppose. So is music. Just go with it, you know?"

Novak smiled at her own advice, knowing that that was exactly what she did. She loved both medicine and modelling and, in the end, majored in the one she could just throw herself into. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she looked curiously at the girl as she wrote something in her book. "What are you writing?" she asked, trying to keep the curiosity out of her voice.

Arching a brow, the brunette replied, "I was exploring the campus." She shrugged, as if that explained everything. "Plus, I needed to get away from some people. Like they would ever come down here." She rolled her eyes at the thought of it. "It's so... Dingy here." She shuddered and tried not to think of the interior design of the little cafe. It was definitely not a design she would have picked. Meeting Jaysene's eyes, Novak said simply, "Novak Andrews. Model."



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Yup, I know. It's just easier for me to figure out things now, so I have at least a little bit of something I know for college. Sort of comforting. Jaysene replied, with a somewhat confused tone, like she wasn't sure exactly how to word it. She hoped that Novak understood her manner of speech. People always told her she expressed herself oddly.

This? she asked, blushing. Just a story I'm starting about a werewolf. Sci-fi crud. Not many people like it. You can read it if you want, though it's sort of just.. erm.. Fledging? at the moment. she said, remembering to hide the excitement beneath. Sure, it wasn't every day a college girl sat next to you. Even rarer for them to be curious about what you're writing. Jaysene remembered her first encounter with a college student, which had ended with her being too excited for their taste. Her hand pushed it to Novak, slowly, methodically, surely.

Jaysene smiled. Nobody but us writers come here really. You get use to the dinginess after a while. she laughed. The darkness was a great help to her writing, and she supposed the fine layer of dust on everything was against health standards, but nobody minded it much. The smell of it was rather comforting, reminding her of her fathers old library. The ancient books down there were probably worth a fortune by now, but she knew they were meant to be enjoyed, not sold. Many a summer had quiet afternoons spent reading the yellowing tomes.

[/b] Modeling sounds really cool! But I heard it's got some pretty pervy photographers.[/b] she wrinkled her nose. Sure, everything was fun, until some sixty year old dude started to compliment on your shirt suggestively. Jaysene laughed, imagined it playing out. It made her think of an old book called Game Of Thrones that was lying on her bedside table at her Dad's place.

Sorry for my horrible writing. she whispered to herself, wincing at the clumsy scrawl. Jaysene had never learned printing too well, and when she was in a rush, it looked ten times worse.

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With a shrug, Novak took a drink of her coffee, trying to convince herself that if she drank more of it, she would like it. She looked up at Jaysene and tipped her head to her side. "I suppose," she replied. "I didn't know what I wanted to major in until I was in my junior year of high school."

She blinked when the young girl slid her book toward her. With her free hand, Novak reached out and continued sliding it until it was on the edge of the table so she could read it. Her eyes danced across the page, half of her mind processing what the seventh grader was telling her, the other half focused on the words on the page. When she finished reading the page, the eldest Andrews child slid the notebook back to Jaysene. She tipped her head to the side and murmured softly, "I look forward to reading the completed work."

The brushed some of her hair from her eyes and sipped her coffee, grimacing. Maybe she should have ordered some water or juice or something easy to drink. She rolled her eyes when the younger girl said people get used to the dinginess eventually. Novak doubt that she would ever get used to the make of the building, even if she started frequenting it.

Novak laughed when Jaysene mentioned perverted photographers. "Well, you have to do your work on photographers. You can't just agree with any old photographer. And even when you research, they can still be pervs... I guess you just have to be a big girl." Novak nodded, smiling in amusement at her own words. "And your writing is fine, trust me." She took another sip of her coffee and glared at the cup as if the cup was at fault for the bitter flavour.




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[Jaysene Alexander Riviera]

"How's the coffee?" she asked sarcastically, remembering what some kids had commented earlier on it. Sure, coffee tastes horrible here, but it tastes horrible everywhere. Coffee is gross. She pulled one knee up, with her foot on the edge of her chair, and hugged it to her chest. The bright red shoe seemed to light up the dull place.

Really? Wow. I wonder if my friend from back home has her major figured out yet.. Jaysene thought aloud. The face sprang to mind easily. The dark brown hair, the easy smile.. The memory was nothing but that, a memory. It could never be anything more. A pained expression came onto her face.

She returned to the moment, quickly cheering up. "Really? Thank you! she said appreciatively to Novak. She took the notebook off the table, slipping it into her bag. A small papercut appeared on her finger, and she mouthed "oh shi" as it began to bleed.

Well, if horrible coffee and dinginess aren't your thing, you could try delicious cinnamon buns. she said, pulling one out of the bag, remembering how hard it had been to smuggle out of the cafeteria, and offering it to Novak. The creamy icing was spread and sculpted into a rose form, and the bun itself was oozing cinnamon.

Hmph. I wonder WHY there are pervs on earth.. Whoever put them here really wasn't thinking. she said rather loopily. She put the cinnamon down on a plate, and sucked the blood oozing from the papercut. It tasted of iron and chocolate.

I'm glad at least SOMEBODY could read it. she said with a grin.