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[Kat Zhay Kennedy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] As long as she don't sound so deadly Kat had never been the sort of person to sit around the house all day, spending time among family who she didn't particularly like, nor care for. It seemed like every time she said something, her mother would try and lock horns with her, and despite how much Kat liked arguing, it tired her out after a while. And so, after the last argument, Kat had left the house, slamming the door for good measure, before climbing in to her custom Porsche Cayman. The thing that had infuriated Kat the most about her argument was that her mother brought up several very valid points, to which Kat would never publically agree with, yet she still knew were very much true. Her smoking had become a problem; due to how bored she would get indoors whilst she wasn't doing anything, she had turned in to an avid chain smoker, steaming through at least forty a day, and whilst she knew it didn't have any affect on her health what so ever (since she was a werewolf, and could do pretty much anything she wanted without worrying), her parents didn't know that. They were totally clueless to the fact. Secondly, she had been spending far too much time doing absolutely nothing with her life... and even though her family were millionaires who could afford pretty much everything, for some reason they still expected her to have what her mother called "Ambition". Kat growled as she put the car in gear and launched off of the drive and down the private road, building the car up to breakneck speeds. She often got called heartless, which basically meant that she had hit a nerve, or a bitch, which usually meant that's she'd got them sweating. However, her favourite one was a 'heartless bitch', to which she grinned proudly to herself; all that meant to Kat was that they knew she was never one who could be subjugated. She kept driving aimlessly, turning the volume up to full as she sped through narrow roads, taking turns three times faster than what any normal driver would do. A sudden ringing noise made her jump, yet she calmed immediately when she realized it was just the hands-free phone programmed in to her Porsche. She pressed a button on her steering wheel, expecting to her her mothers whining voice, yet blinked in surprise when she heard a man talking. "Hey, is this Kat?" She frowned, trying to work out who it was, before letting out a groan when she realized. It was a guy called Andy, who she had hooked up with a couple of nights ago. Hooking up with people was a usual occurrence for Kat, who had been nicknamed "The Towns Bike" due to how many people had 'rode' her, yet this boy clearly thought there was more to their relationship than just sex, and that made Kat want to vomit up the strawberries she had eaten for lunch. "What do you want, Andy" Kat demanded, authority resonating through her husky voice. "I just..." He paused for a second, as Kat rolled her eyes, expecting some twenty minute long declaration of his love for her, before she would inevitably kick him to the curb, and then stamp on him for good measure. "Why haven't you called me, Kat? I... I just haven't been able to get you off of my mind. You make me crazy, Kat. You're the most beauti-" "Stop" Kat cut through his speech sharply, as the other end of the line went silent. She pulled a cigarette out of the compartment next to the wheel, and lit it before continuing. "I'm not interested in you, Andy. I don't want to be your girlfriend. I don't even want to have sex with you, again. It was an absolute shambles." "But... why?" She could hear the emotion in the younger guys voice, and smirked. She loved having power over people. "You fucking said, Kat. You fucking said that we were going places. Now, you say you don't even want to have sex with me anymore, like some man hating lesbian." "By going places, Andy, I meant back to my bedroom, so I could use you for a couple of hours to pass the time." She then quietly growled in anger. "You little fuck. Just because I don't want to have sex with you again, it doesn't make me a fucking lesbian. It makes YOU an asshole. Do you like using your own shit as a hair grooming product, Andy?" "You're a heartless bitch, Kat." The anger in his voice made Kat shiver with joy. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" "It means" she replied sweetly, blowing out a mouth full of smoke. "that your head is up your own ass. And yes, call me a fucking heartless bitch. At least I don't get called weak, or stupid, or a push over. Heaven forbid" "You are such an evil bi-" "Yeah, lovely talking, sweetie. Text me soon, mwah" She said sweetly, pressing the button on her steering wheel to end the call. Letting out a laugh, she flicked her ash in to the ashtray next to her. She loved the control that she had over people, and the way that she could fuck peoples lives up with the click of one of her perfectly manicured hands. Taking the next right turn, she pulled up in to a parking space before realizing she had subconsciously driven to the park. And, more specifically, she noticed there was a baseball game on, nearly all of the men being handsome after a quick scan by Kat. "Hmm, good call" She said to herself, kicking open the door and climbing out of the car, making her way over to the stands so she could spectate freely, and lay in the ground work to get another guy for some cheap thrills. words: 982 - tags: open - outfit: link

[trisawrahtops]

Having gathered her personal affects from the last town she'd been through and exhausted from running around in her wolf form for so long, Ammy was fully human again and glad to be back in warm clothes rather than wet fur. She loved being a wolf, but preferred to be so in front of a warm fire, in the company of someone who will scratch her behind the ears; Not in the freezing cold of the North Dakoka forests.

"Time

[/font]to explore this little town."[/b][/color] She muttered to herself, kicking her shoes properly into place. She had never explored Converse before. Having already traveled most of the North-Eastern United States, Ammy had eventually found herself in the quaint town. It seemed relaxed enough here. Maybe it was time to settle down somewhere, give up her search for others like herself. After 4 years worth of a quest, she'd almost given up hope. Maybe her father had just been a freak, and passed those freaky genes onto his only daughter. She wouldn't have minded that. It would just be one more thing that she and him had had in common that she could reflect on and smile in remembrance. Then again, it was one more thing she could only enjoy by herself.


Stepping out of the cave she'd been holed up in, Ammy started heading towards the last place she'd seen a road or trail of any kind. She shook a cigarette out of her pack and lit it as she trudged through the snow in the direction of civilisation. Playing with the smoke shapes escaping from her mouth, she managed to amuse herself until, at last, she reached the end of a particular trail which led onto a sidewalk in the less-than-bustling town of Converse. She took one last, slow drag and flicked the butt in the snow. "Smoky the bear says, 'Amy, you're a dick.' Fuck you, Smoky, you're a bear." She chuckled at herself until she remembered that she wasn't actually funny, and promptly shut up. Left or right? She turned her attention back to the sidewalk she was standing on.


Left it was, which eventually led her to a small park where two teams were hashing it out despite the bitter cold. Ammy typically wasn't a fan of most sports, but the familiar TINK!of a metal bat meeting a baseball brought a grin to her face. Daddy loved baseball. Many-a-time, Alan had taken his daughter to the local dirt diamond to teach her how to hit, throw, and catch a ball. She was never any good, but she always had a fun time with her father. He never laughed at her or discouraged her when she swung aimlessly, he encouraged her and cheered her on, insistent that she was a champion. I haven't watched a game in the longest time. . .[/b][/color] And it was settled right then and there; She was going to sit and enjoy the game. Who knew, maybe she'd bump shoulders with someone friendly?

Ammy made her way to the bleachers, sitting in the very back so as to be inconspicuous should anyone ask her who she was. She wasn't alone for long, though. A car door could be heard in the distance slamming loudly. Shortly after, a blonde girl about her age came into view, and she walked up the bleachers and took a sit right next to Ammy.

It was hate at first sight. Ammy didn't know anything about this girl, and she knew how rude it was to judge someone based on appearances, but everything about her screamed trendy tramp! and Ammy found it hard to control her scowel. Contrary to her thoughts, she made inevitable eye-contact with her peer and offered a kind, albeit small, smile.


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WEARING:[/b] This!
WORDS:[/b] 626
TAGGED:[/b] Kat Zhay Kennedy
MUSE:[/b] Ke$ha
LYRICS:[/b] "Waiting for the End" - Linkin Park
CREDIT:[/b] TOMOLONIS of Caution 2.0![/size]

[Kat Zhay Kennedy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] As long as she don't sound so deadly Kat hadn't even noticed that she'd taken a seat next to someone who she probably wouldn't even bother touching with a pole. It wasn't until she sensed a hostile force in incredibly close proximity to her that she pulled her eyes away from the hot guys playing baseball to shift them on to the girl next to her. Locking eye contact with this stranger, Kat glared defiantly back, not daring to back down. She wasn't someone who submitted easily to anybody, and this... girl... was absolutely no exception, at all. Never, in a million years. It took a few tense seconds of this staring contest, before Kat cocked her head to the side and smiled back in an obviously fake fashion. "And what the fuck are you looking at" She said quietly, not a question, but a demand. The scent of cigarettes drifted from the girl, and Kat pulled her own pack of Marlboro Beyond out, clicking them to menthol and lighting up, all whilst keeping eye contact with the stranger. She took a drag and then exhaled the smoke back in to the girls face. "Take a picture, sweetie, it'll last you longer" She growled, scowling and looking her up and down, finally breaking eye contact. The girl was actually quite pretty, and Kat didn't like that. She hated other girls who could possibly compete against her in the looks department, and whilst she still strongly thought 99% of guys would pick her over this stranger, that still wasn't the case. Plus, she had purple hair; purple fucking hair. "Ugh, that's so last year" She couldn't help but mutter under her breath, before turning back to watch the game, just in time for the pitcher to look back over his shoulder and smile. Kat winked back, pulling the cigarette up to her mouth and taking another deep drag, her perfectly manicured nails flicking the ash out in the girls direction. She made sure to hold the cigarette in a way that her $3,500 Sapphire ring was on blatant show, and puckered her lips slightly at another one of the players who had taken a quick glance up at her. words: 360 - tags: open - outfit: link

[trisawrahtops]

Ammy's eyebrows raised in shock. How could anyone be so downright disrespectul, with no justification? She had smiled at the stranger, for fuck's sake. She hadn't even wanted to; Ammy could usually decide just by looking at someone whether or not she'd want to have anything to do with them. Everything about the blonde sitting next to her made her 'bitch' sirens go off. From the over-priced car she'd crawled out of to her perfect, manicured talons. Lord help me, I am about to tackle this bitch off these bleachers. Just who the hell does she think she is?

"And what the fuck are you looking at?"

"Excuse

[/font]me, Little-Miss-trendy."[/b][/color] Ammy shot back, gesturing to the girl's no-doubt designer clothes. "I was just exercising politeness, something you've clearly never bothered to practice." [/b]She returned the stare in earnest, her wolf instincts kicking into overdrive as she raised her posture so that she was looking down at her opponent. Her eyes narrowed and her lip begged to rise in a snarl, but she repressed it.

Ammy, may have been shy and innocent-looking, but she was nobody's bitch. Years of roughing it in the wild had hardened her quite a bit; Having had to fight for things to get by, usually on all-fours against large predators. She was not to be intimidated by some prissy little spoiled brat. She also did not want to lose control, though. Gentle by nature, Ammy preferred to settle things logically, through conversation. 'Live and let live' was one of her mottos. She was not perfect, however, and her anger had been known to get the best of her.

Her patience was tested when smoke was blown into her face. She blinked, though held eye contact. Finally the girl turned back to the game, putting the cigarette back to her lips. How about I light one and put it through your fucking eye[/b][/color], she thought harshly. Her eyes flashed yellow for a second, the animal in her reacting to her anger and wanting to come out to play. She panicked for a moment, knowing how dangerous it could be to let anyone get a glimpse of her true self. She was ashamed of herself; She knew better than that.

I [/font]need to get a hold of myself.[/i][/b][/color] She pulled her Marlboros from the front pocket on her bag and tucked one gently between chapped lips. These juveline squabbles are not worth my time and are especially not worth revealing myself.[/i][/color]

"You [/font]can take a picture, too, hon."[/b][/color] She said around the cigarette in her mouth. "Of this." She rotated on the spot, throwing her legs over the back of the bleachers, raised her middle finger to flip the blonde the bird, and jumped down with a soft thud into the light layer of snow.

Flicking open her zippo, she brought flame to the cigarette and inhaled deeply before beginning to walk off into the direction of the concession stand. "Nothing better to calm me down than some hot chocolate. . . I hope they have some."[/b] she said, just quietly enough for her own ears.[/justify]

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WEARING:[/b] This!
WORDS:[/b] 529
TAGGED:[/b] Kat Zhay Kennedy
MUSE:[/b] The AC unit and my boyfriend's snores?
LYRICS:[/b] "Waiting for the End" - Linkin Park
CREDIT:[/b] TOMOLONIS of Caution 2.0![/size]

[Kat Zhay Kennedy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] As long as she don't sound so deadly Kat couldn't help but smirk when the girls eyebrows raised in surprise at her cold reception. She always did this to people who stared at her; if they didn't fight back, then she'd rip them to shreds. If they did, then that would mean one of two things; either they were going to be mortal enemies, or they would actually get along quite well, the latter being very rare. As the girl had stared back at her, Kat felt her own wolf instincts kick in, as her top lip threatened to raise in a growl, but she was strong enough to suppress it. Kat was eyeing the boys when the girl replied, and she sardonically raised an eyebrow and surveyed her with blatant dispassion. Her eyebrow raised even more as the girl put her middle finger up, and Kat couldn't suppress the urge to bark out a harsh laugh. This little squabble was actually far more interesting than any of the boys on the pitch were; besides, they weren't insanely attractive either, so no love would be lost there. "Thanks for the invite, boo" She said sweetly, "but i'll pass. You're not good enough. Not even for a look, let alone an actual photo" She knew the girl was irritated with Kat and needed to calm down, hence her walking away, but Kat wasn't quite finished yet. She wanted to test the girl even more; to see how she would really react under one of her vicious onslaughts. Due to her extended wolfy hearing, she caught every word the girl said about getting a hot chocolate too. Twiddling a blond streak of hair between her fingers with her free hand, she took a pull on her cigarette before shouting over at her. "You'd better hope they don't" She smirked, before continuing "Maybe you should go for a run instead, sweet heart" she patted her stomach "too much chocolate is not good for you... if you look in the mirror, you'd understand what I mean" She held back a laugh and continued fiddling with her hair, an evil grin plastered across her face. "When kicking the unworthy to the curb, kick correctly lest they bounce back at you" she said to herself quietly, her tongue sliding over her glossy lips. words: 380 - tags: open - outfit: link