YOU GOT CURVES, SHE GOT CURVES [open]

Kelvin checked his watch to make sure he wasn't running late, that old man always made a fuss if he didn't get home for dinner. It was ridiculous and - A small wince covered his features as he looked down at his rumbling stomach. Alright, so dinner wasn't a bad thing, he probably wouldn't be too healthy if it wasn't for that man always stuffing him with what ever food he had made... Whatever, it didn't matter, he was still going to fuss when he came home with a fresh black eye...and gash across the side of his neck... and maybe a broken finger or something... But, he had a back pack full of cash from the arena, that was lazily threw over his shoulder.

A look at the sky, and Kelvin knew he should probably hurry home. He could have taken the short cut of parkour, but was pretty sure he may have sprained his ankle. He was sure he looked like a mess to any bystanders, not that he cared with this particular crowd since they all seemed to be whores, druggies and pimps. Now the kind of people he tended to surround himself with. As he walked, he heard high heels approach him to the left and tried to ignore it. Apparently that wasn't a hint enough, a young asian girl wrapped her arms around his waist and he felt the need to shower. "Get off me." He growled angrily, glaring a head of him. "But baby, I'm sure I can show you a good ti-=" He cut her off grabbing at one of her hands that was going for his backpack, he twisted her hand and she cried in pain as he shoved her away. "I wont go easy on you just because you are a woman - well, use to be one, fucking whore." He snapped in anger as she ran away from him. IT was probably to get her pimp or something ridiculous, he didn't feel like dealing with some asshole, so he kept walking, ignoring any of the stares he was receiving.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested in women, he just never found one to be interested in. He wasn't interested in sleeping with sluts, he didn't feel like degrading himself as much as they did themselves already. Plus, all that make up and shit, gross. There was some noise behind him and gripped his bag slightly tighter as he turned a corner quickly, trying to avoid a fight - even if he knew he would win.

As much as he wanted to get away from the situation, another rose as a long leg blocked his path. Usually, in this situation, he would have shoved the leg away but something stopped him and that made him uncomfortable, he didn't like that feeling and it forced his guard up. It was impossible to ignore the immediate lust he felt and it made him almost want to choke the woman out, or something else that included - No, he would not let his mind wander there. What kind of thought was that even?!

"Please." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at her comment. "Everyone is unfortunate for having to keep breathing on this damn planet." As irritating as it was, his eyes seemed to follow the length of her forcing desires in him that were unwelcome and very foreign. Especially for a whore like this one. It looked like she just caked on make up after make up with out even bothering to wash the first layer off. She probably had layers of cum mixed in that shit.

So, why was he still so extremely aroused at the moment? To the point where his knuckles were turning white from gripping his backpack so tight so it would reach out to grab her? There was no way he was paying for someone like her... right? That shouldn't have been a question. "If anyone finds anything about me charming... they are insane and delusional. Now, if you don't mind..." He took a step around her, careful not to touch her. It seemed like a pretty bad idea for him to have skin contact with her when his body was already buzzing with lust specifically for her. A ridiculous kind as well.

It was actually becoming quite painful and he would have to remember to never come this way again so he could avoid this feeling. He hated feeling compelled to do anything, to want anything, even to this degree. "Go find yourself another customer, as you already know, I don't give a shit about the unfortunate...And I'd rather not become unfortunate enough to be touched by you." It came out rough and a bit raspy from his sexual desires growing. She wasn't even his type. at all... Not that he really knew his type. Maybe he was gay and just didn't know it? Or not, he thought, as he felt himself twitch in his pants. Fuck, this was uncomfortable. Still, his last words seemed to almost turn into 'please do touch me' in his mind, and it was was not okay.

He didn't like hitting girls, but he would if he needed (just not as hard as he would hit a guy). He may end up slapping the woman if she touched him, at least he hoped he would have the right mind to push her away.

His eyes narrowed on her when she called him out on the fact he was basically eye fucking her. She wasn’t his type, he knew that, but his traitorous body was telling him other wise. “I don’t know why I’m looking at you with…” His tongue couldn’t even finish the sentence for him. There had to be something happening. Perhaps he had been drugged, or perhaps she had some kind of perfume or something. There HAD to be a reason!

“If you were merely watching people pass by, you wouldn’t have stopped me.” He snapped in frustration with the alluring woman. “Ugh.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance. “There is a difference between women who like to run around and screwing people for pleasure then women who sell themselves. Men can be whores as well.” Virgins… They freaked him out. Scared him, more so. He would never have one of those either.

His breath hitches and stops when her hand nears his face, but his glare never vanishes from his face, just as the lust that was burning in his eyes. When was there stick when you needed one to swat something away with out touching it? The woman was using his own lust for her against him and it was almost maddening to the point of seeing red. He hated weaknesses. Absolutely loathed them.

“I’ll pay you to stay away from me.” He snapped, moving away from her hand that he had wanted to grab and place elsewhere. Since he couldn’t seem to gather enough will power at the moment to get away from her, maybe he could get her to just leave him alone…a primitive instinct, side of him, was nearly eating him from the inside out. It seemed to want to claw its way out of him. Dangerous… The ring on his finger seemed to echo in his mind and it seemed to help him pull some of himself back together since he now realized his hands were reaching for her.

In a matter of seconds they were back at his sides in fists. “How much to get you to just walk away and leave me alone.” He asked curtly, his body strained in its own skin.

ooc: BTW, he can slightly read people's minds, but only ones that are directly to him/about him. So, if there is anything you want him to hear in her mind just put it in italics. Can mess with his head a little more, maybe. :0