these sheets aren't stopping me;; REX

[destery halloway crane]

i’m creeping your w a y
and these sheets aren’t stopping me

because i’m gonna meet you

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FACE TO FACE !!
and i’m gonna start at your waist, up through your navel[/color][/size]

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destery usually woke at around six in the evening, unless he’d had company the night before, in which case he woke earlier to make sure they’d left by six in the evening so he could continue his normal rituals alone and in peace. he today at six thirty and spent a time comfortably laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling, his usual smirk slowly perching on his face, a homing pigeon welcomed home.
a catlike stretch drew his limbs and joints out as far as they could go, and then he folded himself up again comfortably for a moment before sliding gracefully to his feet out of bed. he slouched to the bathroom to comb down and straighten his mane of hair, to apply eyeliner and check his piercings, brush his teeth and finish daily rituals.
destery reported to work at precisely seven pm, the gig started at nine pm sharp, or so he was told. the bouncers in most of the popular clubs knew him, and most of them weren’t there that early anyway. he always brought his own equipment, so he knew what he was playing and what he was working with. thirty minutes were spent setting him up in the open dj booth. with his earphones perched on his shoulders, he sat back, watching. watching the bouncers flood in and out, the bartender set herself up at her post, the managers scurry to and fro. each of them had a different story, destery, was sure, and he each he was sure to decode by the end of the night.
lights flashed and with one shoulder cocked up so he could hear the music through his headphones, destery spent the night living with his pulse jumping to the beat of the heavy bass songs he was playing. he watched undulating bodies, male and female, appreciated them from his booth and saturated the air of the nightclub with the tiniest tinge of his ability. sent sparks of lust and infatuation through the air, through the beats ringing through the bodies of possibly-underage kids with x’s faded from the backs of their hands.
he liked the chaos he saw in their eyes, and the absolute love he saw in others, for the music. for the thoughtless movement of muscle and muscle stretching on one another. at the end of his set, he was ready to hit the floor, to speak with anyone and everyone he could. it was about time he broke in his new bed linens.
he wasn’t so lucky tonight. spent the night out front flirting with a twenty-something blonde who kept smacking her gum between her teeth in the most irritating way that just made destery want to slam his anything against her mouth and make her stop chewing. in a little while, he returned inside to collect his equipment just to withdraw himself from the blonde. some people he just wouldn’t sleep with. the obnoxious ones, the annoying ones, the unpleasantly looking ones.
tonight went by without any success at inciting any kind of lust for him save a tall brunette man who almost seemed interested before a little brunette woman pulled him off to dance and he cast an apologetic glance back.
after the second dj’s set, destery was done, loaded his headphones and final equipment into the car and leaned against it, lighting a cigarette and holding it between his lips, gazing at the flow of teenagers and young adults in exodus from the club. searching for the pretty ones. effeminate boys and scantily clad girls. easy prey. none presented themselves. destery gave a frustrated growl and forced himself not to chew on the tip of his cigarette, watching. watching. promising himself he’d find something in the city soon.

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we’re approaching such a place
626 words
this is where we both
tagged; OPEN
get scared, this is where
night
emotion flares, this is where
note; again with the scattered first posts. i apologize.
we both prepare, navigate me
lyrics by CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR
navigate me through your body
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[rex lee arkwright]

Rex found it difficult to leave her cozy studio apartment that evening. She had been lying on her back in bed, chocolate eyes focused on the spiderweb that hung in one of the ceiling corners. She had rid her room of those nasty bedbugs ages ago, and she had figured those were the only bugs she'd encounter in the city. To her surprise, and pleasure, a small daddy-long-leg had suddenly appeared. Rex considered it to be an angel, a reminder of the country home she had abandoned several months ago.

Now the young woman was lost in the shuffle of bodies flowing out of the club she discovered while wandering about the city. Many shoulders bumped her own, many eyes met her own. Rex had been amused by the music, but the bouncing crowd certainly wasn't her thing. She did not appreciate getting "grinded" from behind by tipsy strangers. Although she possessed a fake ID, Rex avoided the bar. Drinking with this crowd actually made her nervous. Wouldn't wanna wake up in an unfamiliar bed, now would we?

One hand absentmindedly made its way to the blond faux-hawk topping Rex's head like a dollop of whipped cream. A brown-haired male was now trying to coax her to leave the club with him. Rex could smell the booze on his breath. Her lips twisted into a frown as she tried to explain to him - again - that she was not interested. When his hand snaked lazily to her forearm she quickly snatched it up and began to bend his index finger backwards, her frown now a snarl. "I'll break it off, you cur," she warned. She was hoping her tough guy act would make this guy lose interest. She was relieved when he protested to her actions by sucking air between clenched teeth. Rex released his hand, but her icy gaze never left his face. She stared him down as he turned to leave, flipping her off and spitting obscenities as he left.

Triumphant, Rex wiped her hand vigorously on her pant leg. The breath she had been holding finally pushed its way past her lips in a comical manner. She decided that she preferred the company of her roommate - the spider.

[destery halloway crane]

i’m creeping your w a y
and these sheets aren’t stopping me

because i’m gonna meet you

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FACE TO FACE !!
and i’m gonna start at your waist, up through your navel[/color][/size]

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after his few failures, destery took to leaning against his car, waiting for the next victim, waiting for someone who caught his eye. he had a thing for androgynous people, though the occasional gorgeous girl or muscle beast of a man did spark his interest. he preferred being the attractive partner, though. he preferred being the one who was desperately wanted to the one who was doing the wanting. destery liked being able to feign disinterest in whoever he was sleeping with. pretend that he didn’t feel the tiny flickers of emotion with those he did sleep with.
the woman on the sidewalk with bright white hair cut in a faux hawk caught destery’s eye easily, drew him in with a unique spice to her appearance. an obvious attitude with a slight ethereal touch. and there was that want. destery’s eyebrows did a little flick upward. a come hither smile perched at his lips as he slid away from his car and walked toward her, eyes sliding down her form. she had nice legs and an excellent jaw. as he slouched over to her, the predatory glint in his eyes brightened. the hunt was on.
he observed the failure of the previous chump who’d tried to take the near ethereal blonde home. no physical touches, he presumed. his eyes smoldered as he stood in front of her, tried to lace his voice with a lusty gruffness but didn’t add his ability into the mix just yet. that was a card he’d pull later, much later.

“hey there. you look a little lost. need some help finding your way ‘round the big city?” destery purred, arms crossing over one another as he surveyed her again. she looked almost pale enough to see her veins. porcelain, not the plastic of the usual club goers. she seemed more like a model than a thrill seeker, almost best in static, but like she’d have beautiful fluid movement. he could imagine a flush to her face and quite liked that image. he nodded and felt his muscles tensing against his will, his body straining to brush hair from her face or touch her cheek. physical contact was the easiest way to get his power to work, and the most common of his tactics to draw a woman into his grasp. maybe treat this woman more like he treated men, though… he nodded. he’d talk her into it. talk her into the convenience and helpfulness of his physical presence in her life for a short period of time.
his wings shifted lightly in the dark. he only now noticed that they’d shown themselves. it was night after all, but not many people would notice anyway. especially if they weren’t immortals, and this girl didn’t strike him as immortal. she didn’t have the glow of an angel or any other real dead giveaways.
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we’re approaching such a place
476 words
this is where we both
tagged; REX
get scared, this is where
night
emotion flares, this is where
note; i won't use his power without your permission. so uh. whenever you give that. -nodnod-
we both prepare, navigate me
lyrics by CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR
navigate me through your body
template by luka[/center][/font]

[rex lee arkwright]

Rex felt his presence before she moved her head to look at him. Her eyes instantly locked on his, her hard gaze swallowing up the former relaxed expression. For a moment she thought she recognized him. Maybe she caught a glimpse of him in the club? Was he gonna pull the same crap the previous male attempted? She wanted to believe that his words were sincere, but Rex noted the purr that laced his words.

"I am not lost," Rex finally replied, trying to keep her voice from sounding too harsh. She stood tall, but her firm gaze finally cracked. Her eyes trailed along the mystery man's form. She took in every tattoo, every piercing that she could spot. She studied his clothes and the way his dark hair matched his eyeliner. He reminded Rex of a dark figure. Death was the first name that came to mind. Trouble? Maybe. Maybe not. Nevertheless, she stood her ground, jaw tight and eyes returning to that cold stare. She didn't particularly enjoy acting like a scrooge, but she was determined to make it clear that she was not to be messed with.

It was hard to make friends in this city. The people were abundant; Rex hardly ever saw the same person twice. Despite the amount of people, though, she kept to herself. Sometimes she felt lonely and longed for a companion that could speak human and didn't just stare blankly at her. That daddy-long-leg was her only friend here. As adorable as she considered it to be, Rex reluctantly accepted that she needed to get out and seek friendship from her own species. That's how she ended up at this club. So far she did not enjoy the company of these people, but what else would you expect from such a hangout?

For a moment, Rex thought she saw something else. It lingered behind the man like a black apparition, but she dismissed it as a trick of the light and shadows that blanketed the parking lot in a messy manner.

[destery halloway crane]

i’m creeping your w a y
and these sheets aren’t stopping me

because i’m gonna meet you

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FACE TO FACE !!
and i’m gonna start at your waist, up through your navel[/color][/size]

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destery knew the jig was up the moment her eyes met his. his imagination crashed to a halt for a moment, and he saw that knowing look in her eyes. a challenge. this girl was going to be a challenge. excellent. again, a flicker of hunger, the predator glint in his eye. he moved a step closer, but only a small one. didn’t want to seem too threatening. his wings shifted the slightest bit, but he stilled them, utter concentration was needed with the hardest of challenges, and it took a lot to impress destery enough to stop considering someone a challenge and start considering them a friend, or even anything resembling it. he liked challenges. they didn’t need his respect.
“i am not lost,” she claimed. their eyes met, gazes pushed together, hers broke first, submitted to the fate of sliding down his form. he let himself stand, relaxed. no one liked a tense man. too high maintenance. one night stands were easier to pull off when you held your own emotional weight, let the other person do their thing and you did yours. no strings. no scales, guilt, or obligation. no weight in any form of the word. one night they’d probably remember, but didn’t have to if they didn’t want to because they’d be out of one another’s lives in the blink of an eye.
destery liked the temporary nature of that. the way that he was never bound into something for long enough to become attached to someone. he had his few friends from clubs, a few groupies for his disk jockeying, a few women he got along with and saw every now and then after they’d slept together, though the men never seemed to want anything to do with him in the long run. he lived his existence solitarily, carried his own emotional sandbags and refused to carry anyone else’s. as long as no one was close enough to miss when they left, he was happy to let them stay that way.
he wasn’t thinking much of this when talking to the woman he’d dubbed as ‘model girl’. he often didn’t take names unless they were offered. people usually only got his name if it was asked for or if they remembered him from the dj booth announcements at the beginning of the show. anonymity cemented the ‘one’ in one night stand.
when talking to model girl, he began creating a backstory for her in his head in which she’d spent her life in a small town. some form of abuse or neglect from an older man had given her a slight distrust of men, but she’d had male friends. she’d experimented with her sexuality in early high school, and was still new to the big city. she didn’t know how not to stand out. how to avoid predatory men like him.
she was a challenge, but not the usual goody-two-shoes challenge. a unique, exotic challenge. he liked it. his smoldering eyes found hers again.

“not lost? well. you wanna go out? you seem like quite the classy gal. i’m the kind of guy who can treat you right. not often you’ll find someone like that,” his words were accompanied by a honey tone and a silky smirk. inviting.
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we’re approaching such a place
545 words
this is where we both
tagged; REX
get scared, this is where
night
emotion flares, this is where
note; ---
we both prepare, navigate me
lyrics by CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR
navigate me through your body
template by luka[/center][/font]

[rex lee arkwright]

"Is that so?" Rex huffed, planting both hands on her hips."Y'know, I'm gettin' a bit annoyed with you sleazy lurkers tryin' to get into girls' panties." She dug one heel into the asphalt as if she were putting out a cigarette. Classy, indeed! She'd love to give this guy a piece of her mind. Rex always lacks class when she gets riled up. She was never one to present herself as a "lady-like" girl.

What now? Bite at his face some more like an angry dog and stomp on home? Go back to that small, lonely apartment and try to sleep off the sick feeling in her gut? Rex suddenly felt disappointed with herself. Here she was nagging at someone she didn't even know. She didn't back down from the belief that this guy's intentions were more-or-less of a creepy nature, but what was the point of playing it safe anymore? Running away from home, ditching a promising education, and moving all the way across the country were all risky decisions. But she made them; she made them work. Why stop now? Let's go ahead and "go out" with this stranger. What a laugh Rex would have if she befriended such a man. At least he wasn't drunk and smelly like the previous guy.

Alright, then. Let's spice things up with a possibly bad decision.

"The name's Rex," she quickly stated. "It's a suiting name, I figure. Rub me the wrong way and I'll bite those careless hands off." With an almost uncertain smirk, Rex held out her hand. "I don't like you right now, but you don't reek like the last guy who got a taste of my bad side." She thought she sounded more ridiculous than tough, but she didn't care at this point. "Tell me, what makes you think you can treat me right?"