Feel Free ;; KANE

[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for mild language, and God-only-knows what else.


FEEL FREE TO HOLD MY HAND ,
feel free to kiss me on the cheek even though i prefer the lips.

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Tugging her messenger back more into the left side of her hip, Anelie squeezed between a couple, clearly about ready to start showing the mall how much they "adored" and "cared" about each other. Ignoring their complains with a roll of her eyes, Anelie looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the food court. Too many people in the way made it harder to see, especially when so many people were holding hands, and being all lovey-dovey. It was rather sickening to have to witness. Not to mention the sounds--

'Uuugh! Anelie! Why . . . why'd you think of the sounds!?'

Closing her eyes as she tried to push through a small crowd of squealing preps, Anelie did the best she could to forget about the disgusting sounds she heard from one of the couples while passing by. How could kissing someone sound so repulsive!? When her eyes opened, she was all the way through, and able to breathe again. Good. Almost to the cafe. Which meant she was almost to the food.

It had been at least seven hours since she had eaten, and it wasn't much of a breakfast, either. It was a bag of chips. And she was really craving one of those amazing subs, Subway had. A roasted chicken, topped with white cheese, lettuce, mayo and sub sauce. Her mouth was watering just thinking about it. To make matters more obvious that she was hungry, her stomach started to shout up to her to be fed. Gently, her right hand rubbed at her stomach through her Snoopy Tshirt, her Batman hoody already wrapped around her waist.

Ordering her sub, Anelie stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Even with the Tshirt on, it didn't hide the fact that she was larger than most females her age in that area. And the male who was trying to fix her sub kept forgetting she had eyes. Her converse tapped against the polished floor, growing impatient and annoyed. Biting her bottom lip, letting out a small groan, her nails clenched harder against her arms.

When he slipped and dropped her sub onto the ground, and fumbled with picking it up, Anelie had lost all patience and her politeness. "Hey, you! Yeah, you! What the hell are you doing!? Pay attention to your fucking hands and what they're doing, instead of my fucking boobs! Jesus, Christ, what the hell is wrong with people!?"

The male flushed red and restarted, not bothering to look her in the eye. Even running in the order, he didn't look up once. Her eyebrows pulled together with frustration as she waited, her last nerve already being picked at enough for her to snap. Grabbing the tray rather roughly, and not giving a tip, Anelie turned on her heels and moved towards one of the bar ledges they had against the isle where people walked. Smashing it down onto the surface, not caring for the male who was beside her, and already sitting down. Pulling her bag off, she hung it off the stool's back and sat down.

"Lousy mall,"


tags: kane.
words: 522.
status: completed !
clothes: click .
notes: i used one of chloe's outfits. /lazy
lyrics: i can't remember ><
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[Andrew Kane]

Dance with the Devil Tonight

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He had exactly three hours and seventeen minutes. Plenty of time. Especially since he knew how to manage his time. You couldn't manage a band (or anything) if you didn't have that single skill and Kane liked to think that he had mastered it. Whether or not he had, it wasn't going to bother him at the moment. He had other things on his mind. Like relaxing. Or flirting. Or getting food. Any one of those ideas had a raw appeal that drew a man like Kane. And he was all about following such baser instincts. After all, his baser instincts had gotten him quite far in life. How could he complain about the fortunes there were in them? It would be silly. That and he rather enjoyed them.

Kane sauntered towards the food court. He was trying to decide what he was in the mood for. Hot dogs were classic, but he could get those any time at the lot. No need to worry about that at the moment. Cheeseburger was next on his list. Another classic of course. One worthy of said title. But you could only have a cheeseburger when you were in the mood and that mood just wasn't on Kane. He needed to think of something else. Mexican? Tacos were always something enjoyable. But he wasn't in the mood for them. They had no appeal at the moment. Sea food? No. The thought of it made him sick. He had gotten food poisoning from a bad fish a few months ago and never gotten over his fear of seafood. What else was there? Chinese. Chinese was always good when he couldn't find something I mind.

Kane smirked at the thought. Chinese it was. He could get some good options going with it too. It all depended on what they had on their menu. What he saw wasn't appealing in the least. A fact that could only entice a sigh from Kane and nothing more. Kane pulled himself out of the line and began looking for something else. Anything. He was a hungry. A man had to eat after all. And that was the only reason he was getting a sub. He wouldn't do it otherwise he vowed to himself. Maybe there was some truth in that, maybe there wasn't. One never knew with Kane.

The menus gave him better options than the Chinese place had. That was a relief. Not much of one, but a relief. Kane ordered something (he didn't really bother to pay attention much to what) and took a seat at the island. He ignored the people around him and tore into the sub. Ah meat! The glories of meat! It was as if he was in heaven. Kane was about half-way through the sandwich when he finally began to become aware of the people around him again. Most of them were ones he would want to ignore for various reasons. The girl who sat down next to him was not one of those people. Nice lips, great body. She was the kind of person a guy just wanted to look at. And from the commotion that was dying down, some idiot had. In an idiotic type of manner. Too bad for them. Lousy mall,

"I don't know, the foods not that bad." Kane said with a bland look on his face. As if he was serious! He could see why the guy had stared. Any girl with breasts that big, usually had the curse of being stared at. He was making the wise choice. She had very nice eyes after all.

words» 620
lyrics» Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin
outfit[/color]» click
credit[/color]» Cho (me!)[/font][/sup]

[Anelie Moon.]

feel free to hold my hand ,
feel free to kiss me on the cheek even though i prefer the lips .

----- Gripping the sides of the wrapping upon the warm sub, Anelie almost didn't hear someone talking to her. It was most likely because her head was too wrapped around ignoring people, then to listen to anything they had to say. Most of them were asses, anyways, who'd wanna listen in the first place? Pulling the wrapping open, she sighed and peered down at the golden brown surface of the plain Italian bread. Everything would've been perfect, if someone wasn't talking to her.

----- Lifting her head, her caramel eyes searching for the source of the voice, she came face to face with Kane. Her eyelids widened a little, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. How could someone so . . . gorgeous, be in the mall? The only pretty people were the ones in mini, mini skirts. And further more, had she really been about to snap at him for talking to her? That would've been a mistake. But maybe he liked feisty-- Wait! What the hell was she thinking!? Anelie didn't even know this guy, and she was already thinking like a slut. Must be the way he looked.

----- Taking in a deep breath, she shook her head, her eyes dropping to his own sub for a moment before returning to his eyes. "I wasn't talking about the food. I was talking about the mall in general; the people, the stores, the prices . . . the ignorant workers." Giving a soft, sarcastic smile, she rolled her eyes and turned back to her food. "I'm sure you don't have that problem, though, right? I mean, you're a guy. People don't just stare at your chest like it's nothing they've seen before on TV." And now she was taking it out on Mr. Gorgeous, because she had nothing else to take it out on. Great.

----- Rolling her shoulders a little, she picked up one of the halves to her sub and bite into it. Chewing slowly, giving her time to think, she swallowed and turned back to him. Seemed like he hadn't told her to fuck off yet, and he was at least trying to be polite by not gawking at her chest, so the least she could do was have a steady conversation. Right? "Sorry . . . I know. I sounded really bitchy. I'm just having one of those days, where anything that happens that's wrong, sets you off." Sub still held within her hands, she tilted her head a bit and looked over his food again. Seemed that he had good taste in food, at least. "I'm sure you've got, thousands of people, clawing at you a day. I mean, you have the looks. And good taste in what goes in your mouth." Wow. That sounded dirty.

----- Would he catch how sexual that really sounded? Or, would he just let it pass over? Not that it mattered much to Anelie. She wasn't shy on any basis, so something like this wasn't about to faze her in any way. And, like she had thought earlier, she didn't even know this guy. Why bother making a fool of herself and be embarrassed? If anything, she was giving him a heads up about how she acted. She was "one of the guys", who didn't give a shit. Of course, one of guys with female parts. Anelie didn't give two shits about what someone thought of her. Why should she? It was easier to ignore someone, than to actually try and argue with them about how she was, or acted. No one knew her like she did, right? Not to mention. She had heard a lot of people liked chicks who enjoyed getting dirty, and wrestling around like a dork. It was her perfect calling.

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status: completed !
tagged: kane .
word count: 623 words .
outfit: click .
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[Andrew Kane]

Dance with the Devil Tonight

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Andrew chuckled. He was torn between staring at her lips and staring at her eyes. She was the kind of woman who had lips that demanded to be stared at and eyes that enticed. She was a siren come to land. She was the kind of woman a man definitely wanted to be with. At least long enough to get her in bed. The idea was tempting, but he had to bide his time. He had to be careful how he played the whole scenario. If he screwed up, he wouldn’t have a chance and he didn’t like that thought.

“Well, people don’t usually stare at my chest, they either look a little higher or a little lower,” he said his eyes dancing mischievously. He was hoping he could get her to blush. He wanted to see a beautiful red stain her cheeks. Maybe see her white teeth bit her full lips. He was definitely going to be imagining the things those teeth and lips could do to him that night. It was going to be quite the dream too.

Andrew took a bite of his excuse for food watching her carefully. He made sure to make it seem like he wasn’t coming on to her though. He didn’t want to ruin the whole thing. He wanted the chance to have fun with her. Not in the terrible using kind of way. More in the mutual fuck buddies kind of way. That had a lot more appeal to him.

“No you’re fine and you’re right…I’m very careful about what goes in my mouth.” He had caught the innuendo there. His tone screamed that fact clear as day. The little chuckle that crossed his lips told that so clearly that you couldn’t ignore it. And God did it feel good. He was teasing her. Terribly and unmercifully, but at the same time, kindly and gently. It was something that most people couldn’t understand. It wasn’t his fault that they hadn’t practiced his skills. Skills he had been honing since he hit puberty. And skills he had no shame putting to work.

words» 348
lyrics» Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin
outfit[/color]» click
notes[/color]» I fail!
credit[/color]» Cho (me!)[/font][/sup]