Who: Shane What: A bit of a change. Where: 601, then out of the building. When: After this. Warnings: Um, sadfaceness? Note: Have a pretty Cillian icon, since no one's going to be seeing him for a while. ETA: ALSO NOBODY PANIC, GO READ THE OOC POST.
Shane was leaving the building.
Permanently, as far as he was concerned.
The fight with Trenton and Boyd's tears had clinched it. He'd been teetering on the edge of indecision, wishing and hoping that somehow, things would work out. Nothing ever did. All he did was hurt her again, make her cry again, make her miserable. Her life would be better off without him in it. A cycle they were in, she had said.
Suicide had, for a short while, seemed like a good option. He was tired. Tired of being angry at someone, everyone, all the time, tired of seeing Boyd cry and knowing it was his fault, tired of failing, of fighting and holding back. Tired of being human altogether.
So he chose the hidden door.
This building had done nothing but bring misery on the people living in it, but it had, at least, offered him an escape route. It was time to cut tethers and find a skin he was comfortable living in.
Finding his way to being a wolf was getting easier each time he did it. It still hurt, but he pushed through it one final time.
It was dark when he nosed the front door of his apartment open and padded down the stairs, past black, blind windows reflecting the inside of the building. This place was a prison.
He cut across the lobby, looked at the reflection of a black wolf in the glass door for a moment. Just a big dog to anyone who didn't know how to tell the difference-and New Yorkers weren't known for their expertise on nature. He would pass for one more collarless stray. The figure in the reflection looked strangely intelligent for a wolf, with ice blue eyes that a true wolf would never have, fur silken and dark.
He slipped outside, into an alley, and away. He didn't have a destination in mind, or a plan, just a goal.