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sweaterinvestedâ:
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With Thanksgiving break having come to an end and the Christmas holiday fast approaching, it was that time of the year again. The time of parent-teacher conferences. With everything going on in his life at the moment, the fact that these were still happening seemedâŠincredibly mundane. Not to mentionâ parents could be an absolute terror. As he looked down at his clipboard for who was coming in next, he wasnât too concerned when the name that greeted him was Reina Thane. She was a bit psychotic, yesâ but when it came to her sons educationâŠshe wasnât particularly involved. She was probably just thrilled her boys hadnât been expelled yet.Â
He set out the folder heâd made for both AJ and Rhett on her side of the table, rising as he heard a knock on the door to welcome the formidable woman in. âThank you fo coming, Mrs. Thane,â he said before settling back into his chair. âI hope the traffic wasnât too bad.â It was always good to start out with some small talk before launching into the nitty gritty of someoneâs kid.Â
Parent-teacher conferences have never been Reinaâs strong suit. On a good day, sheâs aggressively annoyed with the way her sons behave and on a bad day, she just doesnât give a shit. Since AJ started school, sheâs been told too many times that he has behavioral issues and acts out in class, and each time she blatantly ignores their concerns, smiling and nodding when necessary until she can fucking leave. Rhettâs only slightly different in that heâs supposedly a quiet kid until his brotherâs around, which truthfully Reina can believe since even she forgets he exists half the time.
Reina flashes a fake smile when her sonsâ teacher greets her, not bothering to shake his hand. âWe live in a small town, Mr. Grayson, traffic doesnât exist.â Small talk and pleasantries arenât something sheâs interested in considering the fact that this meeting will probably be anything but pleasant, and she eyes the folders laid out on the table with mistrust as she takes a seat. âLetâs just get right to it, shall we? What have they done now?â
REINA THANE + phone.
wyattnadirâ:
@rcinaâ
âShould be all good now, Mrs. Wright,â Wyatt says, closing the hood of the light blue Lincoln. Mrs. Wright is one of Wyattâs favorite regulars. She comes in every fourth Tuesday, of every third month like clockwork for routine maintenance. And every time, Wyatt listens with a smile as she tells him all about about her late husband getting the car for her on their 20th wedding anniversary more than 30 years ago. The 1989 Town Car is in pristine condition and Wyatt can change its oil, rotate its tires, and replace all the necessary filters with his eyes closed. There was a dedication to the upkeep that Wyatt respects.Â
Wyatt holds the keys out for the older woman. But Mrs. Wright quickly ducks into the trunk of her car and tugs out a small plastic container. âSince you wonât let me tip you in cash,â she says with a wink pushing the box into his hand before sheâll take her key. âBlueberries. My granddaughter made the chocolate last night. Works wonders for the arthritis.â To demonstrate, Mrs. Wright flexes her fingers between them before retrieving her keys.Â
And this is, truly, why Mrs. Wright is Wyattâs favorite customer. Over the last few months heâs gotten all kinds of cookies, brownies, and one time some cupcakes with some funky green frosting. He waves a goodbye to her as she backs her car out of the garage. He pops open the lid as he steps into the door of the main lobby. Thereâs a distinct earthy smell that escapes the container as he picks up a blueberry and pops it into his mouth.Â
âMorninâ, Maâam,â he says, noticing for the first time that Reina Thane is waiting in the lobby. Quickly Wyatt tries to shove the lid back onto the container. Rationally, he knows he she likely wouldnât approve of this exact kind of snack on the clock. And worst case scenario she tells her husband. Ro certainly would have. âYou lookinâ for Jackson? Havenât seen him today.â
Once again Rhea has decided she wants to stop by the shop and once again, Reinaâs dragged along with her thanks to the older womanâs inability to go by herself. Reina knows itâs not fair of her to be annoyed â Maâs deterioration isnât her fault â but she is and she canât help it. This time she doesnât even make it past the lobby before sheâs crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her foot, waiting for the woman to be finished with her socializing. Jacksonâs not even there for her to harass, so she ends up just standing there like an idiot, though sheâs thankfully alone until Wyatt steps through the door and she suddenly has company. Fantastic. Ignoring his greeting solely because he ended it with a maâam, Reina scowls at him briefly before rolling her eyes. âMy mother in law wanted to come by, actually.â Not that she owes him an explanation.Â
She eyes the box in his hands with some mistrust, if only because he shouldnât be eating on the job and he knows it, but that rule is rarely followed. âWhatâs this?â Reina doesnât wait for him to answer before she snatches the container from him and inspects it, though obviously not enough because the only thing she can infer from the box is that theyâre chocolate covered blueberries. âInteresting snack choice.â Normally, Reina wouldnât dare eat something with chocolate in the name unless sheâs drunk or desperate, but blueberries are at least healthy and honestly, sheâs a little intrigued. But really, the reason she pops one in her mouth is because itâs a power move, and Reina will take any chance she can to show that she do whatever the fuck she wants when sheâs in the shop. âNot bad.â
âI think,â she says, âthat Iâm not sure what love is. âBut if I have ever felt anything near love, it was with you.â A pause. âAnd if I have ever felt anything close to heartbreak, it was also you.â
H.L. // excerpt from a book Iâll never write #7 // firsts (via 451seconds)
rowanthaneâ:
@rcinaâ
Rowan feels like sheâs walking on fucking air â sheâs been practically giddy since the moment Andy came home smelling vaguely of smoke and happy to let her know they had finally, finally taken care of the throne in all of their sides known as Kane Seifer. Kaneâs death had been particularly gruesome and while normally the idea of someone being dismembered and decapitated on top of being burned alive would have her fighting the urge to throw upâŠ. she wholeheartedly and completely believes that he deserved every single moment of pain and torture he had gone through and she knows that her sister feels the same. Heâd put them both through the fucking ringer and even if neither of them were going to admit it outloud, Rowan knows theyâve both been walking around looking over their shoulder for the better half of the last year. They find themselves on the back patio now, a bottle of wine in each of their hands because who the fuck needs glasses on a night like tonight? She lifts her own bottle to her lips, taking a generous swig from it. âMerry fucking Christmas,â she says before putting the bottle down and leaning back in her seat. âA whole month early.â
Admittedly, Reinaâs been drinking a little too much lately as a means of relieving her stress, but this is different. Itâs a celebration of their husbandâs finally getting rid of the looming threat thatâs been hanging over them for months now, and over the club for years. Kaneâs death has Reina feeling like a huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders and she knows Rowan feels the same, with them both having been on the receiving end of his insanity. Reina lifts her own bottle in her sisterâs direction at the toast, already drunk enough not to care about a glass, and she laughs after she takes a swig in time with Rowan. âFeels good to actually celebrate this one. Relieving.â They hadnât celebrated like this when the other terror in their lives that was their father in law had met his match in the form of a semi-truckâs grill. Reina had still been too far up his ass to consider that she might be happy about his death, and she wouldâve never done something like this at the time. Kaneâs gruesome murder is a different story, though. âHe really got what he deserved, huh? Prettiest sight Iâve ever seen was his bloodied fucking head stickinâ outta that stake. Did you see it in person?â Reina had sent her pictures, obviously, but it didnât do the real sight justice and she hopes Rowan at least got a glimpse. âA fucking masterpiece, thatâs what it was.â
jacksonthaneâ:
He scowled at her newest insult. Certainly, he was self serving at times, but it so happened that his desires mostly aligned with that of the Clubâs. So he knew that to keep both those desires intact, he had to make sure the Club and itâs members thrived. The bite was back in his voice as he said, âI believe youâre confused, dearest. Youâre thinking of yourself again.â He couldnât even pinpoint how this fight had started. One moment heâd been making sure she was alright after sheâd left his motherâs house, and now he was under fire via rampant accusations.Â
His own shoulders squared as she did her best to look intimidating, answering her unspoken challenge with his superior height, and broader frame. He was above being elegant though at this time, made too angry by her words. Had he slipped again? Where did Reina find the audacity? âFuck you,â he calmy said, his simple words a rather telling sign of just how mad he was. But heat began to enter his words once again. âYouâre the one who wanted to try again. Youâre the one who said you wanted to be better, Reina. Is this how you fucking be better? I signed the god damned papers, and youâre the one who wanted to do this again. But Iâm not gonna fucking sit around and be accused every god damned week just because youâre psychotic..â
This is the definition of self-sabotage, Reina knows that. Theyâve been generally okay for a few weeks â not remotely back to normal, but then normal for them is simply just living without wanting to rip each other apart. And itâs been good, Reina can see things between them building back to where theyâre supposed to be. So of course she has to ruin it, of course she has to go and lash out because she canât stand the thought of Jackson seeing her in a weak spot like she is right now. Of course she has to turn things back around on him, accuse him of cheating on her again with no evidence to support that claim. Itâs who she is, unable to deal with her feelings in a healthy manner, so sheâll do anything to keep them away. As soon as the fuck you aimed at her leaves his lips, sheâs ready to start berating him again, but his rant gives her pause.
Itâs not by any means what she wants to hear, and calling her psychotic certainly doesnât win him any fucking brownie points, but what gets her is Jackâs very valid reminder that theyâre supposed to be treating each other better. Her arms move from her hips to cross over her chest, and itâs obvious heâs got her thinking but she wonât back down just like that. âWell, can you really fucking blame me? You havenât touched me like that in months.â Because thatâs what she wanted, although Reina chooses to ignore that for her own sake. âNot even since we had that conversation. What else am I supposed to think?â That heâs trying to be better like you want him to, not cheating on you, a little voice in her head supplies, but Reina is not that easily sated.
jacksonthaneâ:
He probably should have thought she might wonder whether the blood was his, but Jackson had wanted to make sure she got to see the carnage of what he and his brothers had done. There was also the faintest smell of burned flesh lingering about him, but it wasnât overwhelming, thankfully. Still, the little slip of her words when she saw him did stoke his ego a little. She wasâŠconcerned? Jackson was still getting used to the idea that she might give a shit about him again, though he was doing so slowlyâŠcarefully. âItâs not mine,â he said with a bit of a smirk, and a delighted twinkle to his eye. He loved the feel of his enemyâs blood on his skin, like a trophy he could wear.Â
âWe went out tonight. The boys and I.â His brothersâ she would know but his phrasing. âAnd we caught a pretty big vermin,â he teased a bit longer, wanting to build the anticipation. âDo you wanna know who it was?â Jackson dangled the words, hoping Reina wouldnât be too annoyed to be kept waiting. He knew her patience only went so far. But he took a bit of a step towards her, giving her a look that wasnât far from the the way heâd used to look at her when sex wasnât far behind. His adrenaline was still pumping a bit, and the high of the kill was intoxicating.
Reina tries to ignore the way she lets go of the tension in her body when Jackson assures her the blood heâs wearing isnât his, since admitting that itâd had her tense to begin with would be on par with admitting she actually gives a shit. It is a relief, though, and only after Jacksonâs confirmation is she able to fully put together that this must mean heâd gone off and killed someone. He confirms it with his anecdote of him and the boys going out and catching a âverminâ, and she raises her eyebrows when he asks if she wants to know who it was, in a way that tells him she obviously does. âWas it someone important?â she asks, hands gesturing at Jack to just fucking spit it out already. âStop being so evasive, itâs annoying.â
Games like this arenât unusual between the two of them, but itâs rare that the life of someone who was more or less irrelevant would have him toying with her like this, let alone acting so giddy. Itâs confusing, and for a moment Reina canât think of anyone who would elicit this type of behavior from him as a result of their murder. As soon as the thought comes, though, something clicks in her brain and a slow smile spreads across her features. Reina knows it probably isnât true and itâs just wishful thinking on her part, but thereâs only one man on this Earth save for his dead father that she thinks would have Jackson acting like such a peacock, and by the time she realizes it fully, sheâs practically giggling like an idiot herself in disbelief. âYou didnât.â
unfortunatescnâ:
It doesnât surprise him to see Reina wanting to get a glimpse of the action â God knows her and Jackson had spent all of last night celebrating just as he and Rowan had. Heâd almost expected her to show up with a lawn chair and bowl of popcorn, to watch all of this unfold and enjoy the victory. Heâs caught off guard by her joke â Itâs not a common occurrence to hear one from her, especially not accompanied by a smile. He lets out a laugh at her words, holding out his pack of cigarettes for her. Itâs an unspoken shared practice between them â Whenever the two are together, it doesnât take long for a pack of cigarettes to join the conversation. âI said witch, not bitch.â He points out with a laugh, giving her smirk. Heâd never pass up the chance to push her buttons just a bit. âSâweird seeinâ you so chipper.â Andy points out, giving her a once over. âGuess itâs a worthy occasion. Rowanâs had a smile on her face since I broke the news.âÂ
Normally sheâd resent Andrew implying sheâs a bitch (even though itâs painfully and obviously very true), but today Reina just laughs as she takes a cigarette from his pack and hands it back, her good mood allowing her to recognize the joke for what it is. âThereâs a difference?â Her smile drops to a scowl when he comments on the fact that sheâs actually in good spirits for once, although itâs mostly just for show. âIâm always fucking chipper, Andrew.â Reina knows how thrilled Rowan had been to hear Kane finally got what was coming for him â the text messages the two had exchanged the night before had been enough of an indication, although at the time she hadnât known why her sister was so acting so upbeat. As soon as Reina was let in on the secret, it all made sense. âShe and I both.â After rifling through her bag for a lighter and lighting her cigarette, Reina stands back beside her brother to watch the scene unfold in front of them for a beat before she speaks again. âHow many of them do you think got sick when they saw it? Iâm guessing at least two.â
suttxnchambersâ:
One of the reasons she came to Reina about this was the older womanâs blunt attitude. The other, bigger reason was that one else in her life would understand the magnitude of everything that was happening to her all at once. Reina, at least, understood everything going on; and wouldnât sugar coat the details. Rowan was another stop on her list, but she heard that they took Andy in too, and she knew that Rowan had more on her plate. She wouldnât add to it. âNo I donât,â Sutton finally spoke after a sip of wine that drained a third of her glass. Normal, not easier. Normal she could deal with. Snorting a little bit at the older womanâs recount of what sheâs dealt with, the prospect drummed her fingers against the counter lightly. Opening her mouth to speak, there was a sudden burst of vibration coming from her pocket. From the pattern she felt it was rapid fire messages, and expecting some sort of emergency, Sutton lit up the screen. Marhsall. An eyeroll was quickly followed by Sutton draining the rest of her glass as she put her phone on do not disturb and flipped it over. Huffing out an annoyed exhale, she searched for her previous train of thought. âI mean I figured itâs petty. If anyone had done their research theyâd known heâs barely been getting out of bed the past two weeks.â Maybe it was the lack of sleep but the annoyance was dripping through the mechanicâs words. âGod if this was any other time Iâd be fine, you know? But jail is the last place he has to be now after everythingâŠâ
The reminder that Maddox isnât exactly coping well with his motherâs death hits Reina harder than it should, and she follows Suttonâs lead in draining most of her wine from the glass before pouring them both a bit more. His arrest had easily been the cherry on top of whatâs been a shit cake for him the last week or so, and of course it has Reina worried. Heâs not the type to spiral and go off the deep end, or at least she doesnât think so, but Maddox is the type to lock himself inside for days on end and sheâs not sure that wouldnât be worse. âI know,â she agrees with a shake of her head. âThis is the last thing he should have to deal with right now.â Really, from what Reinaâs seen, Sutton has been a huge help in making these last few days easier on Maddox â save for this recent incident â and Reina had almost found it in herself to thank her for it, but now her mindâs gotten sidetracked and irritation has started to flare up in her. Itâs not anything Suttonâs done, but she canât help but wonder why sheâs getting an influx of texts when Maddox is clearly unavailable. Nodding towards the phone that had just been blowing up, Reina raises a skeptical eyebrow as she takes another sip of her wine. âSomeoneâs needy.â It has to be the ATF agent Sutton was telling her about at the fall festival, and Reina knows that Suttonâs just following orders when it comes to him, but it leaves a bad taste in her mouth that theyâre still in contact. Sheâs always pounced on anything that could be considered a flaw in the women Maddox dates and even though she likes Sutton, sheâs not above doing the same to her.Â
brentthxmsonâ:
Brent scoots himself back, setting the book onto the desk as he flashes Reina a smile. Okay, maybe he shouldnât have had his feet up on the desk, but thereâs been nothing to do at work for a while and Brent was bored. She couldnât possibly be upset with him over a book, could she?
âItâs been dead all day,â he tells her. âNot even any phone calls in the last two hours, which is weird, but whatever. What brings you in?â
Brentâs immediate change in demeanor isnât lost on Reina and she smiles to herself a bit, satisfied with the impact she has on him. She may not technically own the shop but she has absolutely no problem putting anyone who works there in their place if need be. And maybe sheâs been on a little bit of a power trip ever since she got the news about Kane, but thatâs neither here nor there. âSo that means you should just, what? Stop doing your job? You couldnât find something else to do? I hope you realize youâre very expendable, sweetheart.â Itâs unnecessarily harsh, but thatâs Reina. Really, she has no reason to be there other than to bother Jackson, and she doesnât really appreciate Brent nosing in her business. âMy husband owns the place, do I need a reason to come in?â
11 (The Thane Brothers), 15, 26
11. Fuck, Marry, Kill
Iâm only answering this bc I want everyone to kno wat a sick fuck u r for asking this Lindsey............................
Fuck & marry Jackson but also kill him and kill the other two also thanks bye
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17. In what ways does your character relate to the God/Goddess they represent?Â
Hera is queen of the Gods so obviously Reina is queen of the Prims, as well as the goddess of marriage and childbirth which is where her obsession with her marriage comes from, and all her kids that she didnât want but had anyway âcause sheâs fertile af. And like also Hera is a crazy, vindictive, jealous, vain, and murderous woman so I do my best to make Reina the same hehe (: She quite literally is known for her wrath and how terrifying she was to people who crossed her, specifically the women her husband had affairs with and her rage literally knows no bounds. Sheâs known for always being angry and generally a bitch, so thatâs why Reina is the Worst, but Heraâs also super insecure in her marriage which I also do my best to convey idk.Â
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Does your character feel worthy of love? Of hate?
Itâs not that Reina doesnât feel worthy of love, because she totally thinks the world should revolve around her and everyone should love her, but she also doesnât really think love exists so she doesnât think anyone like, loves her loves her. She also isnât delusional enough to think she hasnât done things that would make people hate her, so she knows sheâs worthy of hatred she just doesnât give a fuck.
What is a plot that youâd like to do but havenât explored yet?Â
chris is that a weed
Who is their Olympus crush? Why?
idk prolly her HUSBAND BC SHEâS MARRIED TO HIM........
What traits or talents does your character have that would make them a good/bad member of an MC?
She is not a member of the MC but if she WAS sheâd be a pretty good one if not a little impulsive but thatâs okay because sheâs apathetic, ruthless, and rarely feels remorse for anything awful she does and u gotta be like that to be a good club member (:
11, 13, 20, 28
11. Fuck, Marry, Kill (add three names when sending)
u didnât send me names masonâŠâŠâŠ..
13. Have you ever done drugs? If so, why did you choose to not continue/why did you continue to?
NO
20. What does your muse think is least attractive about my muse?Â
His tiddy tassles
28. This or that:Â
Trojans or PrimordialsBar or DinerKaraoke or dancingCrocs without socks or crocs with socks NONENOLA or OlympusBadass motorcycle or badass carCut or leather jacketCronus or the actual Devil himself who may actually be CronusDrinking or smoking
jacksonthaneâ:
âGood. I know he will be.â Jackson is, of course, thinking about Maddox and they boyâs wellbeing, but he has his priorities. And Reina ranks above the young man despite that fact that theyâd spent the better part of last year at each otherâs throats. He supposes heâs been a little more caring towards Reina as their conversation about trying set in. Heâs still not entirely sure what heâs doing, or whether he wants to continue doing it, but for nowâŠJackson is here to let her rest against him as she leans back, his hands going to smooth themselves down the sides of her arms in a half instinctual movement.Â
But then he feels her warmth retreating from him and he wonders whether the little moment is over. A part of him is relieved, as heâs still not ready to get back to how things were before everything. However thereâs also the sense of disappointment deep down, as heâs unable to ignore the reaction to her pulling away, though he doesnât linger on it. Thereâs a small hint of annoyance in his voice with his first answer, thinking heâd already explained his thought process. Heâs also not entirely thrilled that sheâs decided to imply that heâs usually difficult. âI told you. I donât want him out doing things for the Club when his head is messed up. Itâll just result in sloppiness. And I donât need him or anyone else getting hurt.â His lips pursed at her next question though, stone taking over his features after confusion passed over them as he realizes what sheâs getting at. âAm I not allowed to be rational?â He knows an outright denial always triggers her, without a doubt.
Deep down Reina knows he is being rational. Somewhere beneath all of the insecurity and trust issues sheâs fucking buried in, she knows Jackâs reasoning for simply letting things be when it comes to Maddox is totally sound â but she refuses to believe thatâs his only motive here. It wouldnât be the first time he had an ulterior motive, even if in this case itâs extremely unlikely. âYouâre never rational unless itâs self serving,â she bites back at him, which isnât even remotely true. Jackson can be completely sensible without motive when he wants to be, but Reinaâs not thinking about that right now, not when her mind is so dead set on self-destruction. Itâs like a disease, this crazy and irrational behavior that consumes her and makes her act completely insane, and she never knows how to stop it.
Right now, Reina has no desire to keep herself in check. All she wants is for Jack to admit wrongdoing so she can gloat about being right in not trusting him in the first place, so sheâll push and push until she gets the answer she wants out of him. If sheâs learned anything from their recent spiral, itâs that itâd be better to catch him in the act and call him out for it now than be embarrassed by it two decades from now. âSo? Did your dick slip again? Who was it?â Her hands rest on her hips in an effort to make herself seem taller, more powerful and more intimidating, although itâs a sad attempt at hiding her blatantly obvious insecurities. âIâm going to find out anyway, so you may as well save yourself a public berating and just tell me now.â
9, 13, 16, 26
9. Would they ever associate with someone from the opposing MC (for members/associates)? Do they mingle with both MCs (for neutrals)?
Only to harass them. Or if she needs Sethâs help in murdering someone she GUESSES she can suck it up and deal with him :/ Other than that she only feels pure hatred for the Trojans and pretty much wants nothing to do with anyone. Even when she sees Ford sheâs a bitch to him.
13. Have you ever done drugs? If so, why did you choose to not continue/why did you continue to?
NO
16. Who is your character loyal to?
The club, her husband, and most importantly.... herself (:
26. What is a plot that youâd like to do but havenât explored yet?Â
Once again...... someone offer her a line when sheâs blacked out or something.........