#reina thane: 001.

[richardswan]

starter for: @reinathane​ location: olympus medical center.

Waiting feels like torture. While he sat in the hard waiting room chair all he could do was shake his leg up and down, a nervous habit that reminded him too much of his mother. He did the same thing the day Fiona was born. Sitting, waiting, shaking his leg anxiously. But back then, there was no dread. Just excitement and the good kind of nerves. And this, to be frank, was quite the opposite. It was his best friend, close to death, lying in a cold sterile place that reflected nothing of who she was. That alone makes his face scrunch. He thinks of the drive there, he thinks about running red lights and almost driving up onto the curb. He thinks about giving poor Andy a heart attack with his sudden frantic nature. She’s important, he thinks to say in defense of his recklessness, but the words never come. He thinks of the people, the ones who didn’t know her, who will bring kind, trivial sentiments and get well soon balloons. Perhaps a waitress at Calliope will bring a card and a thing of gift shop flowers to her poor boss holed up in a hospital room. The thought makes Rick feel sick, his stomach turning, which was a complex combination mixed with his already present nerves.

And yet he still thinks to get some. Flowers. Maybe it’ll make her laugh, the ridiculousness of it. Here’s a thing of daisies that’ll die in five days, sorry you were blown up. It’s something they’d laugh about as kids. Though it’s more grueling now that it was a reality. Then, a miracle, a nurse comes over and finally allows him inside. He had already issued his apologizes for barging in like a maniac. “Thanks,” Is all he can mumble in response, his throat dry. He grabs his coat and follows the nurse, leading them to Reina’s room. When he gets to the door, his hand reaches out to grasp the knob and turn it but it takes him a second. He hesitates before pulling it open, walking inside. “It’s me.” He says upon arrival, moving to take a seat beside her bed. Rick looks at her and doesn’t say anything at first. They never really needed to. The man scoots closer, holding his hand out for her to take. He attempts to muster a smile, “Well, this certainly isn’t fuckin’ ideal.”

[livmacmillan]

STARTER FOR: @reinathane​ LOCATION: Calliope. SETTING: Evening. 

Being stood up was not the way Liv wanted to spend her evening. She’s been staring at her glass of water for ages now, watching as the water stills and then moves again when someone passes her silent table. In truth, Liv could care less about the man who stood her up. She’d been playing him from the beginning. It’s the principle that counts, the idea that someone had the fucking nerve to do this to her, even if she was bound to use the man in question. And to think she was trying to stay sober for the date too. Fuck this guy. “A bottle of wine, please. Anything red that you have.” She says to a waitress at the table beside her who nods politely and pads away to get Liv’s request.

Once it arrives, she drinks alone. Something out of an old folk song. It looks a tad pathetic from afar but Liv tries to own it. Not very well, but at least there’s an effort. Across the way, in the distance, she notices a woman with sharp features. She looks like a Disney villain. Pointy brows, high cheekbones, skinny frame. Attractive. The woman walks around the restaurant examining, it seems. Liv can only assume she’s the owner or a manager of some sort. “You own this place?” Liv asks as the dark-haired woman circles her way around and is just close enough, “It’s nice.”

[olivcrstone]

STARTER FOR: @reinathane​ LOCATION: PTA Information and Donation Booth. SETTING AND TIME: Summer Festival, Afternoon.

Despite being surrounded by upbeat festivities and bright, neon lights, Oliver can’t shake the sensation of worry running through his body. There’s a sense of fear being paired with his nervousness too, the man obviously on edge. Ever since Eli’s accident while out on the run for the club, he can’t help but be on high alert. There were fellow club members here whom he was fully aware would protect him and his family if anything were to go downhill but the nervousness was there regardless. 

“Two bucks? Cheapskate,” Oliver mumbles under his breath before putting on the brightest, sweetest smile, “Thank you so much! Have fun, guys!” The social worker says to the passing patrons, his tone morphing into something more chipper and oozing joy. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist that Oliver has an underlying distaste for most fellow PTA parents, aside from Reina, Andy, Rowan, and a few others. You couldn’t exactly blame him. Most of them talk shit about anyone affiliated with the club, citing their dangerous lifestyle and corrupt nature. 

Oliver fans himself with a paper as he sits back down, surveying his surroundings anxiously once more before settling into his spot. Blue eyes look to Reina, “I heard about Jason. I’m sorry..” His lips purse for a moment before he continues, “We don’t have to talk about it, I just thought I’d rip the bandage off.” Like clockwork, the most notorious PTA parent, Janet, starts approaching them. Oliver groans, “Janet. On your right. You want me to handle her?”

[blakecastillo]

closed starter for @reinathane​ location: Blake’s backyard time: Saturday afternoon, around 3:15 PM

Truth be told, the last person she expected to see at her gender reveal party was Reina Thane.  It wasn’t that she was an unwelcome guest, in fact, Blake had personally signed Reina’s invitation but the expectant mother had made the assumption that Reina wouldn’t show as a result of her disappointing conversation with Rowan.  While Blake and Reina had shared some fond moments, Blake knew that her loyalty was always going to be Rowan.  Loyalty was always something that Blake respected about people, because Blake was loyal to a fault sometimes when it came to her loved ones and the club so she understood where Reina was coming from more than anyone.  Truthfully, Blake had been a little skeptical to approach the other woman, but dismissed the thought with the thought that Reina wouldn’t have shown up for no reason whether that reason be to scold Blake for her unexpected pregnancy or not.  She crossed the backyard until she was standing merely a few feet away from the other brunette.  “Hey,” she greeted the other woman as she stood beside her, arms folding across her chest.  “I’m glad you came.  I didn’t know if you would come.”  She admitted as she glanced over at Reina, trying to gauge her response.  “What’re you placin’ your bets on?  Boy or girl?”

[beckymorrison]

Starter for: @reinathane​ Location: Reina Thane’s kitchen

A few days after the gender reveal party, Becky had found her way to Reina. She had seen the woman at the party but they hadn’t spoken. It was this woman who had gotten her into babysitting for the club despite the fact that Rowan had been the one who had ‘claimed’ her completely when her kids were born. Reina was like an aunt to her. The one you had fun with, the one who gave you the first drink while your parents didn’t allow it. It wasn’t so weird for Becky to show up at the house of Reina Thane unannounced. Just as she had done the night of a very bloody kitchen and the two sisters returning quickly after. It wasn’t the first blood that Becky had seen in her time with the Thane family, she had learned quite quickly that asking questions or telling people was a no go. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t curious about what had happened or that she wanted to know how Reina was doing. So while carrying a bag with a bottle of wine and some things to eat, she had shown up at the house. “I thought that it was time to see auntie Reina again,” Becky chuckled as she placed the bag on the kitchen counter - a very, very clean kitchen counter. “How have you been lately?”

[blakecastillo-a]

closed starter for @reinathane​ location: Primordial Clubhouse time: May 6th, 2020 at 4:30

Blake’s day at the shop had been slow, but she wasn’t complaining because she knew that busier days were approaching, slowly but surely.  When she finished up on her final car of the day, she tidied up her work station and herself before she made her way out of the shop with a wave.  As she stepped outside, she pulled a cigarette from the pack in her pocket and put one between her lips, lighting it quickly as she took a long exhale.  It wasn’t unusual for Blake to swing by the clubhouse after a day of work, however, what was unusual was to see Reina Thane standing outside of it.  Blake and Reina weren’t strangers by any means, in fact, Blake would go as far as saying that they were almost friends.   As she approached, a smirk tugged on the corner of Blake’s lips as she exhaled a cloud of smoke from her lungs.  “Be still my beatin’ heart,” Blake exclaimed in a fully teasing tone when she was close enough for Reina to hear her.  “I never thought I’d see your pretty face in Olympus again.”

[fatesluck]

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phone meme.

001   /   what was my muses last sent texts to yours?

OLIVER, sms: i love you you don’t have to say it back but i just wanted you to knowOLIVER, sms: i’m free whenever to look after the kids so you can just be alone for a while or whatever and i also miss them

002   /   what was my muses last unsent texts to yours?

OLIVER, sms, unsent: DID YOU FUCKING KILL SOMEONE IN MY SHOP ARE YOU KIDDING

003   /   what my muse saved your number as?

Reina Thane. He respects her too much to use some dumb nickname.

004   /   what contact photo my muse has set for yours?

005   /    what ringtone my muse has set for yours?

It’s just one of the ringtones that comes with his phone, mainly because every time Oliver has asked what song she wants she says she doesn’t care rip.

006   /   how many times my muse has called your this week?

Once.

008   /   how many calls has my muse missed from yours?

None.

[richardswan]

STARTER FOR: @reinathane​  LOCATION: Rick’s home.

The knock at the door cuts into Rick’s late night beer, earning in him to leave the kitchen island and pad over to the front of his home. Seeing Reina through the small window just beside the door makes him smile, and he’s quick to open it. “AJ’s not here, if that’s why you’re comin’ around.” He starts, nodding for her to come inside. 

“But Fiona isn’t here either so, uh, I can only assume...” Rick motions with his hands, “Maybe they’re out burnin’ each other’s eyebrows off or whatever it is kids do these days.” Or selling drugs like Rick used to. Though, he does what he can to mentally swat away that thought. That was the last thing he needed. Hell, it was the last thing Fiona needed. “You want a drink?”