wesleynotponcy: (surprised)
Wesley had gotten dressed before he'd really considered what he was going to do for the day. Surprise surprise, he chose homework. He sat on his bed, a textbook on his lap so he could start a reading assignment, when he noticed that next to him on the bed was... an onion?

He leaned over to inspect it, because what was an onion doing on the couch, when all of a sudden it barked, "Your daddy doesn't love you!"

Wes blinked. Talking onion? "Wh - what?"

"Your daddy doesn't love you," the onion repeated matter-of-factly. "Because you're a disappointment. And a disgrace to the Watchers' Council."

Wesley ducked his head. "I know," he said quietly. He peered at the onion carefully, tilting his head to get a better look. What the hell?

"It's just that the Council trusted you," the onion continued after a pause. "Because they thought you could do the job. Lord knows Rupert Giles couldn't handle it. And then you went and botched it up, like you botch everything else up. You couldn't even handle two teenage girls. It shouldn't have been a surprise, really - "

Wesley stared. "I know all this," he said calmly. "Now unless you have something to tell me that I don't already know, I suggest that you stop talking and sit quietly like an onion should."

The onion was silent for a moment. Then: "Your Latin is dreadful."

Wes sank his head into his hands. Today was going to suck.

[[open!]]

wesleynotponcy: (surprised)
Wesley had gotten dressed before he'd really considered what he was going to do for the day. Surprise surprise, he chose homework. He sat on his bed, a textbook on his lap so he could start a reading assignment, when he noticed that next to him on the bed was... an onion?

He leaned over to inspect it, because what was an onion doing on the couch, when all of a sudden it barked, "Your daddy doesn't love you!"

Wes blinked. Talking onion? "Wh - what?"

"Your daddy doesn't love you," the onion repeated matter-of-factly. "Because you're a disappointment. And a disgrace to the Watchers' Council."

Wesley ducked his head. "I know," he said quietly. He peered at the onion carefully, tilting his head to get a better look. What the hell?

"It's just that the Council trusted you," the onion continued after a pause. "Because they thought you could do the job. Lord knows Rupert Giles couldn't handle it. And then you went and botched it up, like you botch everything else up. You couldn't even handle two teenage girls. It shouldn't have been a surprise, really - "

Wesley stared. "I know all this," he said calmly. "Now unless you have something to tell me that I don't already know, I suggest that you stop talking and sit quietly like an onion should."

The onion was silent for a moment. Then: "Your Latin is dreadful."

Wes sank his head into his hands. Today was going to suck.

[[open!]]

wesleynotponcy: (Default)
So Wesley was a student council rep. That was good. It was always nice to be in charge of stuff. Except when it was stuff that he sucked at, but he was actually fairly decent at leadership, so this should be good. Hopefully. Probably.

Based on the insanely hectic couple of weeks he'd had, he sat down at his desk and began writing a letter to his dad. Because apparently Wes' response to succeeding at things was to seek out criticism. Whatever, he was weird.

The door to his room was open and he was in a pretty good mood, all things considered.
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
So Wesley was a student council rep. That was good. It was always nice to be in charge of stuff. Except when it was stuff that he sucked at, but he was actually fairly decent at leadership, so this should be good. Hopefully. Probably.

Based on the insanely hectic couple of weeks he'd had, he sat down at his desk and began writing a letter to his dad. Because apparently Wes' response to succeeding at things was to seek out criticism. Whatever, he was weird.

The door to his room was open and he was in a pretty good mood, all things considered.
wesleynotponcy: (literate)
Wes was bored. He'd read passages from his favorite books in nearly all the languages he was proficient in, practiced a bit of fencing, wrote his mother a letter and reorganized his closet and weapons chest. All of this led to him sitting on his bed with a book open on his lap that he (for once) had no desire to read. The door was open and he fervently wished someone would walk by, even someone he didn't like, so that he would have something to do.
wesleynotponcy: (literate)
Wes was bored. He'd read passages from his favorite books in nearly all the languages he was proficient in, practiced a bit of fencing, wrote his mother a letter and reorganized his closet and weapons chest. All of this led to him sitting on his bed with a book open on his lap that he (for once) had no desire to read. The door was open and he fervently wished someone would walk by, even someone he didn't like, so that he would have something to do.
wesleynotponcy: (ooookay)
Wes was on the phone with his father, and he was not enjoying himself.

"Yes, Father, I understand." He switched the phone to his other ear. "It's simply that the course itself hardly seems challenging at all, and it puts me in rather an awkward position to be taking a class from a girl who I - well, never mind." 

He listened to his father's deprecating response, then calmly went on, "Yes, I know. However, if I had been a more adept Watcher, I would not be at this school to begin with, which makes that point rather irrelevant." Before his father could say anything else, he gritted his teeth and said, "Send my love to Mother," then slammed the phone down.

He was furious. Stuck in this school, in a class he couldn't possibly deal with taught by the very woman responsible for his being here, with a roommate who might be insane and things happening to him like getting stuck on the roof with a bratty cheerleader. He'd take the regulations and demands of the Watchers' Academy over this any day, or the awkwardness and routine embarrassment of Sunnydale. Right now he hated Fandom with a passion. He crossed the room and slammed the door shut and then collapsed on his bed, groaning a little when the door only bounced back open.

[ooc: open! come chat with him, he's cute like this! after the next 20 minutes I have class, though, so it'll be SP after that.]
wesleynotponcy: (ooookay)
Wes was on the phone with his father, and he was not enjoying himself.

"Yes, Father, I understand." He switched the phone to his other ear. "It's simply that the course itself hardly seems challenging at all, and it puts me in rather an awkward position to be taking a class from a girl who I - well, never mind." 

He listened to his father's deprecating response, then calmly went on, "Yes, I know. However, if I had been a more adept Watcher, I would not be at this school to begin with, which makes that point rather irrelevant." Before his father could say anything else, he gritted his teeth and said, "Send my love to Mother," then slammed the phone down.

He was furious. Stuck in this school, in a class he couldn't possibly deal with taught by the very woman responsible for his being here, with a roommate who might be insane and things happening to him like getting stuck on the roof with a bratty cheerleader. He'd take the regulations and demands of the Watchers' Academy over this any day, or the awkwardness and routine embarrassment of Sunnydale. Right now he hated Fandom with a passion. He crossed the room and slammed the door shut and then collapsed on his bed, groaning a little when the door only bounced back open.

[ooc: open! come chat with him, he's cute like this! after the next 20 minutes I have class, though, so it'll be SP after that.]

Profile

wesleynotponcy: (Default)
wesleynotponcy

February 2015

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
222324 25262728

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 21st, 2017 08:48 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios