Post by Wes Uccello on Jan 12, 2011 21:12:36 GMT -8
Time: Day 3, Afternoon
Weather: Cloudy, cold.
Warnings: Wes being self-absorbed and whiny
Characters: Wes Uccello [CLOSED]
It wasn't very late when Wes arrived home, but he was tired, as if he was returning at the end of the day. He'd had enough of the town. The morning had turned out to be thoroughly unpleasant for him, even moreso than he'd expected. His patience for dealing with people for the day was all used up, so he retreated into his house, like a turtle hiding in its shell.
He slammed the front door behind him with his foot before dropping his jacket somewhere around the coat rack. Wearing nothing on his arms reminded him of the bandages on his wrist; had he been that out of it, that he forgot about having stitches in the wrist of his dominant hand? It seemed that, these three days he'd ventured out into Greenvale, each morning had been worse than the last. None of that, now.
He locked the door behind him, chained it and closed both the latches before tossing his keys off into the corner of the entryway. Scanning the living room for a sign of his cats (there was none), he abandoned his boots and proceeded to his bedroom, checking that the blinds and curtains along the way were all shut. This meant that it was still quite dark in his room when he let himself fall backwards onto his bed, but he didn't really care. One of his cats had been sleeping on his pillow; he reached over to pet it, but it didn't seem interested in returning the affection. He closed his eyes and found his thoughts drifting back to his father, the evidence... no, he didn't want that. No more of him today.
Hoping to distract himself, Wes reached under his bed for his laptop. Sitting on the bed cross-legged and slouched, he turned it on; the light illuminated his drained face and made the cat roll over. He was sick of dealing with the townsfolk out there... it was time to take a look at what they were like from behind the wall of the internet.
Weather: Cloudy, cold.
Warnings: Wes being self-absorbed and whiny
Characters: Wes Uccello [CLOSED]
It wasn't very late when Wes arrived home, but he was tired, as if he was returning at the end of the day. He'd had enough of the town. The morning had turned out to be thoroughly unpleasant for him, even moreso than he'd expected. His patience for dealing with people for the day was all used up, so he retreated into his house, like a turtle hiding in its shell.
He slammed the front door behind him with his foot before dropping his jacket somewhere around the coat rack. Wearing nothing on his arms reminded him of the bandages on his wrist; had he been that out of it, that he forgot about having stitches in the wrist of his dominant hand? It seemed that, these three days he'd ventured out into Greenvale, each morning had been worse than the last. None of that, now.
He locked the door behind him, chained it and closed both the latches before tossing his keys off into the corner of the entryway. Scanning the living room for a sign of his cats (there was none), he abandoned his boots and proceeded to his bedroom, checking that the blinds and curtains along the way were all shut. This meant that it was still quite dark in his room when he let himself fall backwards onto his bed, but he didn't really care. One of his cats had been sleeping on his pillow; he reached over to pet it, but it didn't seem interested in returning the affection. He closed his eyes and found his thoughts drifting back to his father, the evidence... no, he didn't want that. No more of him today.
Hoping to distract himself, Wes reached under his bed for his laptop. Sitting on the bed cross-legged and slouched, he turned it on; the light illuminated his drained face and made the cat roll over. He was sick of dealing with the townsfolk out there... it was time to take a look at what they were like from behind the wall of the internet.