so how are the stars tonight in Hollywood ?

[cain izzak terror]

Staring you down, I see the fear in your eyes.
I ain't scared of your fists or your mother-freakin lies.

Staring down at his fourth cup of black coffee, Cain cocked his head to the side slightly, averting his eyes to watch pedestrian's through dark sunglasses as they walk by the large window of the cafe'. It had snowed this morning and the sidewalk and streets were especially slippery. To prove that a child had ran past and hit a patch of ice. Cain watched with lips pressed tightly together as the kid went face first into a snow pile and quickly was hauled back onto his feet by his mother. The kids face was priceless as he stared at his parent with owl eyes and his mouth ajar and snow covered the child's face. Then the kid let out a huge wail of embarrassment rather than from his knee's being scratched up. Cain started to chuckle under his breath and stir his coffee with a stirring stick.

He had left Gabriel tangled in his bed, sleeping soundly so Cain left to get a cup of coffee. He needed to be alone for awhile. Just to think. They've been together for quite sometime now, and it's pretty serious. A little thought came to mind - marriage. Eyes going wide at that, he felt his face heat up and he gripped his coffee tighter, enough so that the lid popped up, causing coffee to splash onto his wrists and arms. He sighed and took a napkin to clean the mess up.

Resting his elbow on the slick table top, he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and briefly hummed quietly to himself. Then he remembered that he had recently bought a pac of B&H's and quickly tore through his bag to find said cigarettes. Picking up his Coffin shaped backpack, he placed it on top of the table and dug through it until he pulled out the pac. Taking off the plastic wrapper he threw it over his shoulder and opened the pac up.

Pulling out a slender cancer stick he popped it between his lips and held it there as he fished around for a lighter. He didn't seem to see the No Smoking sign hanging on the front door, but he wasn't one to care nor follow rules of any kind. Finding his lighter he lit the cancer stick and inhaled chemical fumes that filled his lungs with its poison. Exhaling a cloud of smoke out , Cain shoved the pac back in his bag and leaned in his seat - getting comfortable as he sat.

status , done && open !

[bella jay paisley]

Bella narrowe her eyes as the boy pulled out a cigarette and continued to light and smoke it. She was not annoyed at the cigarette itself for it was not her chice to make, however the fact that he would pull out the smoke in a public place to infect everybody else with its vile poison ... that was what annoyed her. The smoke wafted in her direction, blown by the fans that clicked upon the roof, ashe coughed slightly and her eyes narrowed a little further. However, as quickly as that expression came upon her face it left, replaced with a small smirk and a mischevious glint in her eyes. As he exhaled the next lot of smoke she waved her hand inconspicuously. She was sitting in his peripheral vision so it was likely that he would not see her, as she waved her hand the flow of air edited. Blowing the smoke back into his face, she had edited the air around him so that nobody else would have to deal with the vile stuff.

"So deal with it." She muttered to herself, there was a tinge of victory in her voice even though it had been a petty one and there had been no real need for a 'winner' in the first place. That didn't matter, she had accoplished what the No Smoking sign had not, was that not a victory in itself?

A sigh escaped her lips as she sipped on her coffee, her eyes were pinned to the front window now as she watched the world go by. It was strange to watch how peopl strolled past the glass window, oblivious to the fact that their very movement was being observed by people who were simply to bored to observe their own lives. Perhaps that was why she came here, it wa soemwhere she could be alone and somewhere that nobody would ever boher hr unless it was to pay a bill. Bella had become a regular here, to the extent where they didn't need to take her order and she did't need to ask how much it was. It had become a habit, which in itself was something she should be ashamed of

Bella needed a life, she needed spice. And although she had great friends, although she had Jax. She could not help but feel selfish enough to want something more.

[cain izzak terror]

Picking up his coffee, he took a long sip, gulped it down before placing it back on the table to take another drag from his cigarette. He got a few hateful looks in his direction from customers, especially that family of five to his left who were trying to enjoy their lunch. He didn't pay much attention nor worried about other's health as he sucked back on that cancer stick, enjoying the minty taste it left in his lungs and palate. He couldn't help but notice one of the workers behind the desk giving him the stank eye. He quirked a brow at the woman before a cloud of smoke hit him back in the face, and he crinkled his nose. It didn't bug him as much, so he took another drag and watched as the woman came towards him.

"Can you please be so kind," she said in an annoyed tone, eyeing him down with raised eyebrows and hands on her curvy hips. "And put that disgusting thing out? If you can't see, it's upsetting everyone else." She waved her hand about as she indicated every single being in the cafe. He shrugged his shoulders because he could really careless, but put the smoke out anyway. Which he did by crushing the lit cigarette against the top of the table, making a orange-hazel like color burn mark on the polished table. He heard the disgusted sound the woman made but luckily she left him alone after that.

Flicking a dark lock from his silver orbs, he poked through his bag once more and pulled out his cellphone. Resting his chin in the palm of his hand, he went through his phone to read the latest text message he got from his friend, all the way out back in his homeland - Dublin. He wasn't sure why he kept in contact with people from there, after all he didn't want anything to do with the place where he grew up in. Left him with bad memories and a horrible grudge.

Clucking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he tilted his head slightly to the side and slowly turned his body around. Silver orbs flickered towards the demoness that hadn't stopped staring at him until recently. And it really bugged him to no end when people stared. "That was uncalled for back there," he mused and blinked at her before lowering his shades to show her his awkward eyes. He was talking about the smoke in the face, and obviously he put two and two together and figured that smoke didn't just change its course of direction; even if the fans in the ceiling were on.