Shane O&#x27;Brien

Working Hard At Hardly Working || Draven and Shane

#p;draven #Hardly Working

Draven could tell that Shane was trying not to laugh at him and that just encouraged him to continue with his idiotic behavior. “It’s because you keep making me dig it…It’s not like I want to tell you all this stuff.” He insisted looking like a petulant child that knew he was getting nowhere. “Oh I will never be happy doing shit work ever. At least you have a cool job.” He knew there was probably nothing cool about working in a bar and dealing with drunk assholes but it was definitely better than half those jobs he had circled at complete random. When she walked out of the bedroom to go and change Draven knew the conversation was over and he had clearly lost the argument. “You would not lock me outside…no matter what I do.” He called off after her still having to add his opinion on everything before she closed the door. He knew she was annoyed at him when he finally crawled into bed behind her but she should know, that no matter what the circumstances were, he couldn’t sleep without her. “I know I’m an asshole.” Draven answered in a soft voice when she was facing him and looking up at him. “But I’m your asshole, you’re stuck with me till neither of us exists anymore and even after that…” He reminded, letting out a small whimper at the way that her hand traced his cheek. “Fucking fine.” The hellhound muttered, clearly not happy about it but being too tired to fight it anymore. He growled at her when she pinched his nose and tried to push her hand away. “I still won’t be happy.” He added in there.

Shane rolled her eyes as she stood and disappeared into the bathroom with a slam of the door. "I will! Bet me and fucking try it and you'll see!" She shouted through the wood that shut them off from one another. He could argue til he was blue in the face, but she was sure he would never win that fight. Never ever. He was lucky that she didn't lock him out all day until he found a job.

Opening the door and coming back out in pajamas, Shane climbed into bed and turned her back to her brother. She literally counted down until he landed in her bed behind her, then she let out a chuckle and cracked her eyes open, wondering why they even bothered to have two beds anymore.

Shane was playing at the cold shoulder routine when she felt Draven tug her over until she was facing him. If any other male ever did that they would have been bitch slapped. But not him, although she did find it odd that she enjoyed it too much-- being held by him-- pressed close. Shaking the thoughts away, the brunette peered up at him with a soft smirk toying at her lips "I'm never going to leave you, you know that." She whispered huskily leaning in and pressing her lips to his forehead between his eyes. "You want to be the house wife? Then clean-- and wear a skirt while doing it." Shane chuckled thickly, pulling back enough to wink at him.

Working Hard At Hardly Working || Draven and Shane

#p;draven #Hardly Working

In the back of his mind Draven knew that Shane shouldn’t be sitting in his lap but he liked it too much to stop her or say anything. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong, at least not in his mind, they were just very affectionate with each other and always had been. “Fuck I didn’t mean to say that…” Another very truthful statement. “Alright, alright you caught me.” At this point Draven knew he was just screwed and he should keep his mouth shut unless it was to apologize to Shane, the only person he ever apologized to, but of course he was incapable of such a thing. “Fine. I’ll do it, but I won’t be happy about it and if I have to do something gross like collect garbage, I’m coming straight home and rolling on your bed.” He informed her with another immature huffing noise. He was still pouting and brooding on his bed when she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. “I already said fine.” He watched her a she got comfortable on her bed and remained on his own for about five whole minutes before he decided he needed to be closer to her or he’d never get any sleep. Getting up off his bed he came over to hers and crawled in behind her. “I’ll do it in the morning. And I do not, your just saying that. Well maybe not the beer part.” He knew he probably smelled like alcohol but he doubted he smelled as badly as she was making it out to be. He put an arm around her and pulled her to face him. “We don’t go to sleep angry at each. No matter what? Remember.” His voice was soft and sincere in a way that only she would ever get to hear. “Please?”

Shane ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip as she tried to bite back a bout of laughter that was about to bubble up out of her throat in reaction to the word vomit that Draven was spewing. Truth after truth was spat out in reply and eventually Shane just shook her head and laughed. It was too damn amusing. "You keep digging yourself a deeper hole. You know that?" She shook her head again. "You will do it, and you will be happy doing it." She stuck her tongue out at him childishly before bouncing to her own bed and then going to change into her pajamas.

But not before catching that last comment, although she didn't say anything until she came back out of the bathroom. Pointing at him, she scoffed. "You roll on my bed when you're stinking, and I'll lock you outside." She raised her eyebrows in utter seriousness.

Finally rolling her eyes, Shane bounced over onto her own bed and faced away from her brother; letting out a groan when he crawled in behind her. "I'm not mad at you." She murmured huskily as she looked up at him from where he had pulled her to face him. Reaching up, the hellhound ran a hand down the curve of Draven's cheek. "I'm not angry, but you're still being taken tomorrow." Her sweet expression became wicked as she lightly pinched the tip of his nose.

Working Hard At Hardly Working || Draven and Shane

#p;draven #Hardly Working

Draven knew that his laziness was taking it’s toll on Shane but there was just nothing that he wanted to do in this tiny little town - it was boring and he craved excitement but there was none of that to be had in Havenwood, middle of nowhere, New York and this displeased the Hellhound greatly. “I looked through the paper…” He started to say when she ripped it off the bed and stated to look through what he’d circled. He did feel a bit ashamed at himself for what he’d done because Shane worked so hard to take care of both of them. “I hate it here.” Was all he said as she he watched the disapproving scowl on his face. At least he didn’t have find a creative way to disguise the truth in that comment. Of course Shane crawling on to his lap like she was definitely got Draven’s attention but he tried his best not to let it show, she was his sister after all. He looked back into her eyes for a moment but soon they diverted down so he didn’t have to see the disappointment anymore. “Hey! That’s not fair!” He insisted as she read off the jobs. “I wasn’t even paying attention when I circled those…You can’t hold me to it!” He blurted out the honest truth, a pout coming over his pale features for a moment until he was distracted by her rolling off his lap. “I’m not going and you can’t make me!” Draven called out to her like a stubborn child making it very easy to see who was the younger of the two Hellhounds.

Shane rolled her eyes as she sat in Draven's lap, her way of being close to him-- even though she knew she shouldn't be-- and then huffed and rolled off her brother and onto the bed as he told the truth. "So there it is." She growled, rolling over onto her side to gaze at him through slitted eyes while propped on her elbow. "You don't help anyone when I ask you to, you won't help me by getting a job, I can't make you do the first one but godammit Draven you'll do the second." She growled before rolling off the bed and heading into the bathroom.

Minutes later the hellhound came out in pajamas and glared at him again, "And who said life was fair? You're getting a job. Tomorrow morning, eight AM, I'm taking your ass to those places to apply. Like it or not. So I suggest you either sleep or take a shower because you smell like beer and ass, because you're going." With a final glare, Shane flopped down onto her bed and turned on her side with her back facing Draven, giving the younger of the two the cold shoulder for trying to lie to her.

Working Hard At Hardly Working || Draven and Shane

Draven had accomplished nothing all day and he knew that Shane wasn’t going to be happy about that. He looked over at the untouched newspaper on the table and reluctantly put down his pencil and sketchpad to go bring it over to the bed. He had to at least make it look like he searched through it or the simple act of just bringing it home would be a wasted effort and Shane would lecture him more. Once he was seated on the bed again he opened the newpaper up, taking out the employment section and starting to fold it up and crumple it a bit so it looked like it had been in the pocket of his jeans. Smiling to himself he grabbed for his pencil and randomly started to circle jobs without even looking to see what they were or if he qualified for them, Shane probably wouldn’t look anyway so what did it really matter - at least he appeared productive. He yawned and set the newpaper down and got out of bed to go to the rooms mini fridge and get a beer.

#p;draven #hardly working

Shane came through the door at quite an irate mood to begin with and to notice Draven sitting on the bed-- drinking a beer-- doing nothing-- while she was out busting her ass was infuriating to say the least. "Did you look for jobs today?" She asked as she moved over to scoop up the newspaper and flip it open. Obviously he had fucked with her-- again-- considering half the things he had circled he either didn't qualify for or would never have done anyway.

Letting a snort, the brunette moved to her brother on the bed and literally straddle his lap, throwing one leg on each side of his hips to gain his full attention. Her tawny hazel green eyes were wide as they stared into his. "You realize, you are going to the interviews you qualify for. Like lets see." She flipped the paper open "Garbage collector, or I know, cleaning toilets at the ball park. That would be fitting." Shane grinned down at him and then rolled out of his lap, tossing the newspaper on his chest. "Better get some rest brother. You'll need it tomorrow. I'll be taking you personally to those potential jobs." Giving him her wickedest wink, she disappeared into the bathroom to get undressed for bed.

victoria-sharrow

Please pick up // Victoria and Shane

#ignore the text #c;victoria #Location: Inman Park

Victoria jumped a bit when the other mythic sat down beside her but in her state she wasn’t in the mood for sulking off. She wanted to curl into a ball and stay there forever. She attempted to do so as she lifted her feet up to the bench and hugged her knees to her chest. When the other mythic spoke, she didn’t even look up towards her; she just shook her head back and forth slowly, unsure of what to say or do.

When Victoria didn't pull away from her gentle touches, Shane figured she didn't mind, so she kept on massaging her back in the soothing circles and scooted closer so they wouldn't be overheard. "Did someone hurt you?" She whispered, meaning a man-- hell-- a human even. Dryads and Nypmhs, two of the most peaceful and gentle of mythics she knew of. She started off with her name, who wouldn't trust a nameless person who had suddenly sat down beside you? "I'm Shane." She offered with another hesitant smile.

Have you ever accidentally exposed yourself as a mythic?

Yes, I watched another of my kind die and I went made with the pain of seeing it, anguish I guess you call it, and I changed. Lucky for me, she is on our side.

Have you ever been in love?

Yes.. but we shouldn't talk about things that are confusing.

victoria-sharrow

Please pick up // Victoria and OPEN

Victoria was roaming around the city frantically dialing her cell phone over and over again. The more she dialed, held the phone up to her ear only to remove it minutes later, the more she grew upset. Eventually, she found a park bench to sit on and continued dialing, now falling into a fit of tears. “Please pick up…”

#Location: Inman Park #c;victoria

Shane had noticed the girl frantically pacing around the park, repeatedly punching in a number on her cell phone only to do it over and over again. Finally she sat down on a nearby bench and the Bean Sidhe watched as the tears started rolling down her pale cheeks. Being as compassionate as she was, the brunette headed over to the Dryad and slid onto the wooden bench next to her, a gentle hand going to Victoria's back where she massaged in gentle, soothing circles. "I'm not going to ask you if you're alright because that is a stupid question. But I will ask you if there's anything I can do to help?" Shane's voice was husky in tone as always, and soft-- gentle-- her tawny eyes soulful as she gazed at the redhead in concern.

What's your opinion on yourself?

"I'm me, I love me. Don't you love you?"

What's your opinion on humans?

"Meh, sometimes they should take a look in the mirror and see who the real monsters are."

What's your opinion on sororities?

"Well.. isn't that an odd question? I don't know? I don't really care?"

What is your opinion on being a 'conformity'?

"I don't conform to shit, never have and never will. I've been who I am since I was a kid, wanting to stand out, wanting to be different and that, will never change."

[Last Warning]: Shane//Joey

It was a good thing that Joey was clueless to everything Shane was thinking about her because it probably would have scared her. Despite everything she had been through she still was very shy and awkward when it came to anything involving intimacy or even someone simply being attracted to her and she usually tried to avoid those type of situations completely. She didn’t feel she would ever be good in a relationship because of all her issues and sometimes that made her sad. Of course Shane liking her idea about the 80’s party made Joey even more excited and eager to do it. The Salamander walked back into the kitchen with a little bit of bounce in her step at the thought of all the fun they would have. “I glad you understand, locks not keep all the bad out but having them make me feel safe.” She explained, still a bit embarrassed at how she crazy she probably appeared, wondering if Shane was just trying to be nice when she said she understood. “That sound like so much fun! Maybe next Thursday or Sunday?” Joey suggested since they both worked Friday and Saturday which were the busiest nights. Joanna blushed at the way Shane called her sweet cheeks and winked at her, she let her long dark hair fall over her face a bit to hide it from the other woman. Coming into the living room she look a seat on the couch next to Shane, leaving a little space between them so the other Mythic could get comfortable. She sat the glasses down on the coffee table in front of the couch and watched Shane slice the limes for the tequila. “You be very good at this.” She pointed out, focusing on the other woman’s hands and how the moved.

Shane would feel pretty awful if it came to light about what had happened to Joey and the intimacy issues the woman had because of it. She had some of her own, commitment ones mostly that made her fear falling in love. But nothing so drastic as the Salamander had no doubt experienced.

"No, locks are good. And they do keep things out— human things anyway." She glanced sideways at the raven haired Mythic, a knowing smirk curling one corner of her lips into a lopsided smile. She didn’t bother telling the girl that if they really wanted in, they could get in. No point in scaring her. "Sunday, I enjoy drinking on God’s day." Shane gave Joanna a wicked smirk before returning to slicing the limes.

It wasn’t long before they were all sliced into little wedges and then Shane turned towards Joey, handing her a shot glass and lime before filling hers. “You know how to do it right?” She grinned, winking at the Salamander as she filled her own shot glass, knocked it back and then slammed the lime in her mouth before giving Joey a green smile and a raspy chuckle of amusement.

This was definitely more fun already than going home to sleep.

#p;joey #last warning

[Requested Information]: Shane//Alex

#p;alex #requested information

Alex narrowed his eyes at her outburst, anger bubbling to the surface for the first time since she’d come into his presence. “No. It isn’t funny. What was funny was your automatic assumption that I was some sort of monster that was going to torture you for information. You know nothing about me, or me you for that matter, so cut the bullshit and let’s just get down to business, yeah?” There was a time and a place for suspicion and aggression; giving it to the one person in town that was trying to help you wasn’t the place for it. It seemed like several people in this city needed to learn that lesson.

Blonde woman that claimed to be a doctor. Constance. Alex nodded as she spoke, her story matching up with Constance’s for the most part. When she admitted that she’d shifted, he let out a breath, his expression softening once more. “Did anyone else see you?” He needed to know if there was some danger coming for her because of her shift; the last thing she – or any of them really – needed was someone tracking her down and doing to her what had been done to her fallen sister. Alex felt for her, he really did. He’d been in a similar position once, his real form getting him in so much more trouble than he’d ever intended, but he wasn’t mad that she’d shifted. They weren’t human, no matter how much they tried to pretend they were. Trying to maintain human form during grief or trauma wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do. At least no one had to die to re-veil her.

“Listen,” the Satyr finally said, near exasperated. “Let me tell you how it works here. We’re…well, we’re kind of like a big family. We trust each other. We look out for each other. We make sure, at the end of the day, that our family is safe. You’re new here, but that doesn’t matter to us. The minute you crossed that city limits and put down roots here…you became part of this family. Like it or not. Keeping you safe means keeping us all safe.” He sat back against his chair, downing the glass of scotch he had in front of him while keeping his eyes on the Bean Sidhe across from him. “We’ll find who did this,” Alex said, determination lacing his voice. “Because that’s what we do here. We look out after our own.”

Shane merely rolled her eyes and let out a bitter bark of laughter as she slowly shook her head, thinking this guy was unbelievable. Who wouldn't think the worst in this sort of situation? "Assume the worst, because nine times out of ten, its the right assumption. Forgive the chill up my spine. Maybe it was wrong about you, but you don't have to be an asshole. Everyone is out to get everyone these days. Sorry for caring about my well being and my baby brother's. If it wasn't for him I'd give two shits what happens to me." She gave him a patronizing look as she narrowed her eyes.

She let out a huff and allowed her shoulders to sag, having said her peace. Now that she was quite sure that she had offended the Satyr and he wasn't intending to kill her or hurt her brother, Shane was a lot more open to talking and putting things out on the table. The Bean Sidhe's expression softened to match, the frown that she had been wearing moments before falling away. "No, no one else saw. I'm sure they heard me though and possibly saw me fly off in my true form from that alleyway." Shane still looked thoughtful, a frown of concentration forming.

It vanished once more as Alex spoke and she looked up at him, listening intently. The words he spoke warmed her heart and insides, and without realizing it a small smile had formed on her lips. "I'm sorry.. that I came in here not trusting you. But after so long.." she trailed off, looking away and swallowed hard "It's just so hard sometimes, you know?" Shane asked, looking back over at him.

alexstathos

Aftermath ► Alex and Open

#c;alex #Location: Little 5 Points #no gifs cause mobile

"Death warmed over," he chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, I suppose that’s what happens when you lead your people out into a death trap." Alex shook his head, not wanting to burden the woman further. "Anyway…how are you and your brother adjusting to Atlanta. Ready to run screaming yet?" Atlanta was an acquired taste, and Alex knew it. Not everyone was cut out for the "front lines" in the war for Mythic survival, and he didn’t fault them one bit. It took a strong spirit and determination to stick around. "Lord knows I wanna run half the time."

Shane gave the Satyr a dry chuckle as she shook her head. Alex's next words had her looking up in surprise, eyebrows raised as a devious smile slid onto her features and her tawny eyes flashed. "I'd never run from a fight. I just worry about my brother you know? If it wasn't for that factor I would help you through all of it. I just don't want him getting tied up in everything and hurt-- or worse." She looked away, thoughtful for a moment. "Do you have any siblings Alex?" The Bean Sidhe looked up with a wan smile.

[Requested Information]: Shane//Alex