âhi.â esme replied back in concentration, not picking up on his playful tone as she moved his head around slightly to make sure he wasnât concussed. âyou look okay. but if you start, like, vomiting randomly, give me a call.â the least she could do is pay for his doctorâs visit. she pulled her phone out and handed it over to him, prompting him to enter his number.
âWhat....what are you doingâ He allowed her to move his head back and forth as he stood there, blinking at her. âIâm good, really..Iâve taken a few harder hits in my dayâ He chuckled and adjusted his glasses again as she handed her phone to him. âWell...thatâs a new way for me to get a womanâs numberâ he snorted softly and punched in his information
She recognized the male immediately and smiled wide up at him. âSorryâ she chuckled, âWhat are you doing here?â she asked curiously. âAre you following me?â she teased, flashing him a wide smile. Her blue eyes rolled at his question âI slept⌠like an hourâ she shrugged, combing her fingers through her hair. âI just⌠stayed up late working.â she took a sip of her coffee, âIâm contemplating ditching and just going home.â she laughed a little.
âAm I following you? Says the one who followed me to Manhattanâ He teased and bumped his knee against hers. âYou gotta stop doing that you knowâ He shook his head. âYou need like..six solid hours as a human adult to function fully.â He pointed out. âI think theyâd all forgive you for taking a night here and thereâ He added as he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. âHow much you have left today...Iâm not trying to influence you but.....sleep is importantâ
esme began to make her way over to retrieve her ball, picking it up in a swift motion as she looked at him apologetically. âsorry about that, sugar. you sure youâre alright?â she asked, knowing better than most that a hard hit to the head with a soccer ball wasnât always innocent. âiâve got a few ice packs in my bag, if youâre feeling any swelling.â esme assured him, taking his face in her hand softly to examine his eyes.
âGive me a minute until my vision comes back to normalâ He chuckled a little, shaking his head as he rubbed the spot sheâd nailed him in. âI donât think thereâs swelling...and my glasses seem to be in one piece so thatâs a plusâ His eyes widened a little as she took his face in her hands. âWell hello thereâÂ
âright, okayâŚâ the raven haired woman muttered in concentration as she squared herself up against the soccer ball in front of her. the park was a bit more packed than usual; and esme had felt too bad to kick the small kids off of the big lawn where they played a game of tag, so sheâd found another empty patch of grass to kick her ball around and practice. taking a steady breath, the player wound up her leg with far more gusto than she had realized - as soon as her foot made contact with the ball, it flew up three feet higher than sheâd intended and was soon making itâs way across the patch of green, and directly into the body of a passerby. âoh, shit,â esme hissed to herself looking around, âyou um, you alright, peach? sorry âbout that.â she identified herself, chewing on her bottom lip. @manhattan-startersâ
It was a nicer day than usual as Shep left work to grab a coffee and some lunch, so he decided to take a short cut through the park, which apparently had been just about everyone elseâs plan as well seeing how packed it was. Keeping his head down as he scrolled through his emails on his phone he had nearly made it through the park when he felt something hard bounce off his head. âOiâ He reached up to adjust his glasses and shook his head a little. âWho, wh- me? Oh yeah... Iâm good. Just...a few starsâ He motioned with his hand
Zelda walked through the quad, her eyes on her cell phone and a coffee in her free hand as she scrolled through her facebook. Â She glanced up every once in a while to assure she wouldnât run into someone or something, which revealed the dark purple circles under her eyes, sheâd regretted staying up so late last night working, but she needed the money. It was helping her pay for schooling and rent.
The girl tipped the cup back to her lips, jumping slightly as the hot liquid scorched her tongue. âFucking hellâ she cursed herself, running her tongue over her teeth and sighed. Today was going to be a bad day, she just had a feeling. She looked up as the area got more crowded, making sure to keep her distance and pushed through the crowd before finding a spot to sit outside the doors of the school.
She sat down at the table, setting her cup down and continued to scroll aimlessly through social media until the sound of someone walking up to her caught her attention. She smiled wide, looking up at the other as they sat down next to her âHeyyâ she greeted, âWhats up?â
âZel--Zelda!â Shep called, looking over the people he was dodging around as he tried to catch up to the woman, groaning as she kept walking on, either not hearing him or completely oblivious to his trying to hurry after her. Though he wasnât a student he found himself at the campus now and then to help out with their computer issues--Apple having sent him on more than one occasion now to fix something or other. âWill you....slow down!â He elbowed someone, making a sheepish expression at the look on their face as he slipped by and finally caught up to the brunette.Â
âJesus woman youâd think you were in a contest for speed walkingâ He huffed as he plopped himself down dramatically in the chair across from her. âYou look like hell, whenâs the last time you sleptâ He made a face at her
[dylan o'brien, heterosexual, he/him, cis male] who was that walking around manhattan? it was THOMAS âSHEPâ SHEPPARD. theyâre 24, and originally come from NASHVILLE, TN. theyâre known as THE WORKAHOLIC, and they are a SOFTWARE ENGINGEER. Â when i hear their name, i think of COMPUTERS, COFFEE, Â and BLUE LIGHT GLASSES. i hear theyâre FRIENDLY and GOOFY, but i wouldnât mess with them, because people say theyâre STUBBORN and TEMPERMENTAL, too.Â
FULL NAME: Thomas âShepâ SheppardÂ
AGE/BIRTH DATE:Â Twenty Four // September 20th
ZODIAC: Virgo
GENDER/PRONOUNS: CisMale // He,Him
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
HOMETOWN: Nashville, TN
RESIDENCY: Manhattan, NY
OCCUPATION: Software Engineer for AppleÂ
Basic FactsÂ
No one except his mother calls him Thomas, he never introduces himself as such--he was named after his deadbeat father who he does not want the connection to
He was born and raised in Nashville by his single mother after his father left them when he was a toddler. They spent a lot of time couch surfing or staying with family while his mother worked three jobs trying to make ends meet and save up for their own place
He didnât have a lot of friends growing up because he tended to move around a lot, so he found comfort in books and in learning. He quickly found interest in computers from there.Â
Despite being in a few different schools growing up, he still graduated at the top of his class and went to college on a full academic scholarshipÂ
After graduating with a degree in computer science, he was quickly offered a job by Apple as a software engineer.Â
For the first few years of his job he was able to work remotely from his home office, but they offered him a job in Manhattan and he couldnât pass it up.
He is a total mamaâs boy and speaks to her in some capacity almost every day, he also tends to drop money in her bank account without her knowing just to help her out now and then because of how hard she worked for him.Â
Connections
Coworkers- Pretty basic, anyone that could work for Apple with him or even at companies they deal with--or even things like a receptionist at the offices
Friends- He has his best friend Zelda here with him, however heâs...a workaholic and needs other friends to pull him out of those habits. A good bromance would be fun too
Hookups- He doesnât really do relationships ie heâs never been in one. But he could definitely use some past flings or active flings here and there.
