[Closed] Dancing with the Wolves

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Soft laughter from one of the tables, the four rambunctious teens there being their usual mischeivous selves. Shawn used the momentum of his arms to pull himself halfway over the table in an attempt to get his soda back from Tyler, the old boy only scoffing at his attempts.
"Nahh, it's mine now. Hey Jake! Let's go look at some hot chicks."
"You already have one Ty," Shawn huffed, adjusting himself in the chair again.
Tyler grinned. "Right. Hey Jake, let's go look at some hot chicks for you."
Jacob only laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "I do need to get some clothes though. Call me if you guys need anything." He ruffled Shawn's hair and Shawn scowled at the actions of his brothers, watching Jake turn to leave, Tyler loping after him like some sort of odd deer.
Laughing to himself, he glanced at Cole. "Imma kick his ass later."
His quiet twin brother smiled at this, and Shawn could feel him watching as he hauled himself back into his wheelchair. "You wanna go get icecream?" He nudged his brother forward, recieved a playful slap on the hand, and smiled.

[shaun michel foster]

Shaun was just getting off of work, and had decided she really really wanted a soda. Even if she wasn't supposed to have them. She stretched her arms over her head, pulling a shirt on over her bikini top. She made her way to the food court, ordering a soda from one of the vendors. She took a sip of it, then started to walk out. She saw two people sitting at a table, but she didn't pay much attention to them until she passed. She stopped, backed up, and looked from one to the other, her hand on her hip.

"Woah. It's like there's a mirror." She breathed, never seeing two people who looked so much alike. "Oh, but your eyes are so pretty." She leaned closer to Shawn, her blue eyes looking into his. "Very nice." She smiled, taking another sip of her soda.

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn was just about to turn and head for one of the food joints when the girl a few years older than him and his brother stopped and spoke. He smirked up at her faintly. "Mismatched eyes, like I haven't heard that before." The words weren't cynical, simply amused. He gave Cole ten dollars to go get ice cream when the other boy offered instead, and hauled himself back into the chair at the table with ease, chewing on the tip of the straw in his soda.

"Hey, I think I've seen you before for some reason." He bit his lip, thinking about it, watching Cole from the corner of his eye, the quiet boy already orderig. "You a model for...a clothes store or something?"

[shaun michel foster]

"Funny, I think I'd remember seeing a cutie like you." She said, sitting down across from him. She half wondered why the chair was warm, then pushed it out of her mind.

"Yeah, I model for Victoria Secret. I more or less just run around in my underwear all day." She laughed, crossing her legs under the table. She took another sip from her soda, sitting it on the table. "I'm Shaun. You should stop by sometime and bother me. I love having people come visit. Gives me an excuse to stop working." She said with a smile, reaching up and pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. She looked around, tapping her finger on the table.

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

He laughed softly. "Nawh, more or less it was only cos I was stuck following my dumbass brothers around." He grinned crookedly at her name, that crooked smile him and all his brothers seemed to share. "Shaun huh? Same. S-h-a-w-n."
He smirked as he spelled it out, glancing at Cole when he returned and dropped beside him, holding out the bowl of ice cream. "Thanks."

He glanced back up at her, wondered how long the other two would be, didn't want her to be bothered with their antics. Sticking the spoon in his mouth, he seemed to think for a moment. "And this is Cole."
The other boy looked up sheepishly, offered half a wave.

[shaun michel foster]

"Oh. Mine's spelled with a U. S-H-A-U-N. I think me and all my brothers have unisex names. Except for maybe, like, Marc and Jeremy." She smiled at the other boy, waving back at him. She took another sip of her soda, swinging her legs back and forth.

"I think I was the only single birth in my family. Three of my brothers were triplets, and the other two are twins. But they look nothing alike. One has pretty blue eyes and the other has green. Well, Jer has black hair too.." She drew her finger across the table, biting her lip gently. Her phone went off, and she reached into her back pocket. She smiled at Shawn, then answered the phone.

"Sh- no.. I'm at the mall... I just got off of- I don't wanna go back, Channing.. I- Uh- No.. Okay, fine.. Love you too." She hung up the phone, setting it on the table. She slipped off the chair, feeling in the pockets of her short shorts. "Ugh. He's gonna have to wait." She climbed back in her chair. "Be glad he isn't as annoying as Channing. Always needing something." She smiled at the boy again.

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

"Damn," Shawn whistled. "Five brothers? Rough." He laughed softly. "I got three." Running a hand for a moment, he finished his ice cream, Cole taking both of their bowls and throwing them away so he wouldn't have to make the effort to move and do the simple task. Not that he would have minded.

Smiling faintly at her, one couldn't say the family was so broken. Shawn, like the rest of them, was able to hide his struggle with ease, though he probably suffered the least from mental wear. No, his was all physical, while it seemed emotion had taken it's highest toll on his twin brother. Once she was off the phone he took another sip of soda. "But no look alikes. Funny how that works." Absently he adjusted lifeless legs, reaching over to pat Cole's hand beneath the table.

[shaun michel foster]

She nodded, chewing on her lips. "Dad say's me and Channing have mom's eyes. But I wouldn't know that." She listened to the drone of people talking, not paying much mind to anything at all. She looked back up at the boy, leaning closer to look at his eyes again.

"I don't know how you managed such pretty eyes. Goodness gracious." She shook her head, taking another sip of her soda. She shook the empty cup, turning around to toss it in the trash.

"How'd you manage to get rid of the other two brothers?" She asked, curious to see if they all looked like these two.

[shawn fleiter gryffon]

Shawn smiled in amusement as she studied his eyes again, the mismatched green and brown often making for an interesting look. Withdrawing his hand from Cole, he leaned back, crossing his arms over the table. They seemed a little more muscular than Cole's despite still holding that young teenage look, and it had been built up from having to use them twice as much.
"Ah I dunno. Jacob needed clothes, Tyler tagged along." He shrugged. "They're a handful but I'm sure you could handle that," He teased.
"Who's a handful?"
Shawn blinked, scowling as his hair was ruffled by Tyler this time. "Speaking of." He ducked, shaking it back into place, unaware of Jacob's hesitance and slightly protective hostility, considering the fact tha he was a full werewolf and could tell she was one, as she could probably tell he was. Unlike Shawn and the other two, his scent was not masked by human blood.

[shaun michel foster]

"Aw, come on now. Just because I have five and you have three don't mean nothing." She said with a smile, drumming her fingers on the table.

Shawn looked up at the blonde, smiling. Her smile quickly turned into a scowl when she noticed the other boy. She stopped swinging her legs, stopped drumming her fingers. She looked back to Shawn, wondering why she hadn't noticed earlier. She chewed on her lip, not really wanting to be around a full blooded werewolf. Not without her brother to protect her.

"So, anyways.." She said quietly, slipping out of her chair. She fixed her short shorts, then looked back over at Shawn. "I've got to go get jeans for my brother, because apparently he thinks they're like water and can be worn to death." She shifted awkwardly to one foot, her arms folded under her breasts.