* stinking with charm [open]

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He was...lonely, to say the least. He had been living in California for a couple of months now and had still managed to make zero friends. It wasn't like he was used to having friends or anything, but he would have felt much less pathetic playing chess against a group of fourteen year-olds in the middle of the Los Angeles park if he did have some.

They all took turns playing against Cane, who they thought was some kind of retarded 'Rain Man' type. It almost became part of Cane's daily schedule to meet the group of hooligans around four in the afternoon to play chess. They would intelligently call Cane 'Downs Dickolson' before they would all throw in fives bucks in hopes of beating the twenty-four year old in a game.

"Hey, Dickolson, you ready to get your ass kicked, you ass wipe?"

A small smirk formed on Cane's lips as he looked down at his worn down, leather watch. Oh, right on time. He sat in silence as he began moving the chess pieces back to their original spaces. The kids continued to taunt him as he did this. It was unusual for Cane to remain silent, but during this precious time of day, he found it much to risky to talk. Scaring away these Justin Bieber look-a-likes would ruin his entertainment before his seven o'clock dinner and eight o'clock 'get completely shit faced at the bar down the street and then go home with a stranger who would hopefully be gone before he woke up.'

The routine was simple. After three games of Cane winning, the boys would begin to get frustrated and the girls would all pull out their phones. Everybody would get bored except for Cane, who continued to have that small, annoying smirk on his face the whole time. After five games, some of the group started to disappear, except for the what seemed like the leader of the pack. He would waste minutes of his life trying to beat Cane, who would always come out on top. It was at this time that Cane decided it was worth the risk to start talking, just because he knew that the kid was on the brink of cracking.

"That girl you get a little boner for every time you see her was totally checking out the kid in the red shirt today." The kid froze and raised his head slowly towards Cane, who was sporting the exact same expression he had on the whole time. He decided to ignore Cane and look back at the chess board, his face showing more frustration. Cane, on the other hand, looked completely relaxed, almost happy that the kid chose to ignore him. "Just because mommy and daddy don't talk doesn't mean that you don't have to." Cane threw on a mock concerned look as he stared at the punk. The boy bit his lip, as if trying to hold back a whimper. "Shut up," was the only thing to exit the kids lips. Cane's smirk turned into a cruel grin.

"Mommy still fucking the tenant to pay the rent?" Cane noticed that he had struck a chord with the boy. Perfect. "You should tell her to go into that kind of business." Cane leaned back in his chair, nonchalantly checking the time again. "She's probably a pretty good fuck since that's obviously all what your daddy used her for."

Ah, the silence before the storm.

It happened very quickly, but exactly how Cane expected it. The kid stood up, his eyes as red as his face. He knocked the chess pieces off the table and ran off. It was, beautiful. People all around turned towards the emotionless Cane to see what the sudden fit was all about.

Cane couldn't wait till four o'clock tomorrow.

count: 5 or 6 hundred something.
other: just caused a big scene, so there's an idea for your interaction shit.
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