wesleynotponcy: (neu: chill)
A week after being checked into the hospital in Los Angeles, Wesley was free to go.

And as it turned out, Wesley was not really all that skilled at steering a wheelchair. Or... skilled at all, really. The process of transporting himself from the tip of the causeway all the way to the dorms involved quite a bit of bumping into things, a fair amount of swearing under his breath, and more than a little damage to the wheels of the damn thing.

It also took over an hour, what with the occasional (and then... less occasional) much-needed break to stop, breathe, and avoid straining the injury that was confining him to this stupid thing in the first place.

But. Eventually he made it. After, you know, swearing quite a bit to himself on the elevator ride up to the fifth floor, and bumping into quite a few walls and all of that.

It was safe to say that he he'd made more noise than intended, let's leave it at that.

[[door and post both open! and consider this your warning that if i forget to mention the chair in narrative for the next couple weeks, he is still in it, yup.]]
wesleynotponcy: (reading: wait wut)
So Wesley had books. Lots of books. And they were... interesting.

By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.

"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."

Yeah. Totally blushing.

[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]
wesleynotponcy: (reading: wait wut)
So Wesley had books. Lots of books. And they were... interesting.

By interesting, he meant that they made him blush pretty much constantly. They were that kind of books.

"She'd like that?" he wondered at one point, copying over a particularly surprising passage into his notebook. "How would I even -- " He turned the page, revealing a diagram. "Oh. Oh."

Yeah. Totally blushing.

[[Open door and post, expecting one. I'm a jerk.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: thinking tough stuff)
Wesley couldn't quite clamp down on the small pained noises that rose instinctively in his throat as he made his way agonizingly slowly up the last set of stairs to the fifth floor. It just figured, didn't it, that his room would be on the top floor when he was in this condition. Well. At least it wasn't too far from the stairwell to his room.

He limped the few steps to his door and unlocked it. He knew that he would have to do inventory of the injuries later, but right now he was focused rather single-mindedly on making sure Katniss had enough food and then collapsing in bed. He rather hoped he'd find her sleeping -- he didn't much fancy the idea of her seeing him like this. It would just be another piece of evidence that he wasn't equipped to take care of someone.

[[For the mockingjay. Up early for probable eventual SP.]]
wesleynotponcy: (neg: thinking tough stuff)
Wesley couldn't quite clamp down on the small pained noises that rose instinctively in his throat as he made his way agonizingly slowly up the last set of stairs to the fifth floor. It just figured, didn't it, that his room would be on the top floor when he was in this condition. Well. At least it wasn't too far from the stairwell to his room.

He limped the few steps to his door and unlocked it. He knew that he would have to do inventory of the injuries later, but right now he was focused rather single-mindedly on making sure Katniss had enough food and then collapsing in bed. He rather hoped he'd find her sleeping -- he didn't much fancy the idea of her seeing him like this. It would just be another piece of evidence that he wasn't equipped to take care of someone.

[[For the mockingjay. Up early for probable eventual SP.]]
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
Wesley was... well, he had his nose buried in a legal pad as he jotted things down with unhealthy attentiveness regarding Katniss' participation in the Games. The lingering sense of something weird being in the room was there, as usual, because his roommate was around somewhere, though due to the timing, he'd come to regard that as associated with the whole Games thing. At some point after crossing out "Send ammunition" and rewriting it in the margins, he noticed that feeling start to subside somewhat, and he glanced up... to find a Labrador puppy sitting on Alex's bed.

Well, then.

Back to the list. Although after glancing up once more, he did make certain to add "Buy dog food." This was something he'd learned from his last roommate.

[[open, although there will be SP after 7 Eastern! roommate, of course, modded with the permission of [info]thegodofxbox.]]
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
Wesley was... well, he had his nose buried in a legal pad as he jotted things down with unhealthy attentiveness regarding Katniss' participation in the Games. The lingering sense of something weird being in the room was there, as usual, because his roommate was around somewhere, though due to the timing, he'd come to regard that as associated with the whole Games thing. At some point after crossing out "Send ammunition" and rewriting it in the margins, he noticed that feeling start to subside somewhat, and he glanced up... to find a Labrador puppy sitting on Alex's bed.

Well, then.

Back to the list. Although after glancing up once more, he did make certain to add "Buy dog food." This was something he'd learned from his last roommate.

[[open, although there will be SP after 7 Eastern! roommate, of course, modded with the permission of [info]thegodofxbox.]]
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
Finally, finally, Wesley managed to excuse himself from the irritating child for a bit. He felt bad picking favorites, but seriously, come on. So after offering Eloise some money to entertain herself (which she declined, flashing a credit card in his face), he excused himself to join Katniss and the other wee one on a long-overdue date. On Valentine's Day. With their six-year-old.

Weird day.

[[for the girlfriend and the bastard child! no, the other one.]]
wesleynotponcy: (Default)
Finally, finally, Wesley managed to excuse himself from the irritating child for a bit. He felt bad picking favorites, but seriously, come on. So after offering Eloise some money to entertain herself (which she declined, flashing a credit card in his face), he excused himself to join Katniss and the other wee one on a long-overdue date. On Valentine's Day. With their six-year-old.

Weird day.

[[for the girlfriend and the bastard child! no, the other one.]]
wesleynotponcy: (?: surprised)
Wesley was going hunting with Katniss later, which fell under the category of Probably A Date, How Weird Is My Life Right Now, so he was getting dressed. Suffice it to say that his hunting clothes were not all that similar to his normal clothes. Normal clothes were button-downs and slacks and sometimes a tie (ahem, Valentine's Day Dance). Hunting clothes were apparently sweatpants, which he didn't even know he owned until he did some digging through his stuff, and a T-shirt that he usually wore to bed. So.

Once he was dressed, he opened the door just a bit and sat down, idly drumming his fingers on the bed.

That was what he was doing when the aghast face of a nine-year-old girl popped up in the hall.

[open! feel free to pop by if you feel like meeting argumentative lilah-child, zomg]
wesleynotponcy: (?: surprised)
Wesley was going hunting with Katniss later, which fell under the category of Probably A Date, How Weird Is My Life Right Now, so he was getting dressed. Suffice it to say that his hunting clothes were not all that similar to his normal clothes. Normal clothes were button-downs and slacks and sometimes a tie (ahem, Valentine's Day Dance). Hunting clothes were apparently sweatpants, which he didn't even know he owned until he did some digging through his stuff, and a T-shirt that he usually wore to bed. So.

Once he was dressed, he opened the door just a bit and sat down, idly drumming his fingers on the bed.

That was what he was doing when the aghast face of a nine-year-old girl popped up in the hall.

[open! feel free to pop by if you feel like meeting argumentative lilah-child, zomg]
wesleynotponcy: (surprised)
Wesley was on the phone with his father when he received an offer. 

"Field experience? What do you mean by that? Outside of school, you mean?"

A pause.

"And then the Council might consider having me back?" 

As if anything else could motivate him.

He switched the phone to his other ear, scrambling for time. It was an offer he'd have jumped at months ago, when getting back to the Council was all he could think about, but now he had to give it pause.

Still, though...

"I'll do it," he said firmly after a pause. "Where would you like me to start? ...Los Angeles?" He wrinkled his nose, but reluctantly said, "Fine."

With that, he started putting his stuff together. Most of his things were back at Fandom, but he could always have them shipped to wherever he'd be staying, he supposed. In the meantime, he packed his bags full of his things, then sat down on the bed, head in his hands, and thought about the people he'd have to say goodbye to.

[door's open and wes'd be happy to say some awkward goodbyes to people if you wanna send them over, but this is it for him this term, unfortunately. it's been so much fun being in fandom these past few months and the time i've spent here has really meant a lot to me. hopefully wes'll be able to come back the next app period. in the meantime, thank all of you guys who've helped make this experience so amazing.]
wesleynotponcy: (surprised)
Wesley was on the phone with his father when he received an offer. 

"Field experience? What do you mean by that? Outside of school, you mean?"

A pause.

"And then the Council might consider having me back?" 

As if anything else could motivate him.

He switched the phone to his other ear, scrambling for time. It was an offer he'd have jumped at months ago, when getting back to the Council was all he could think about, but now he had to give it pause.

Still, though...

"I'll do it," he said firmly after a pause. "Where would you like me to start? ...Los Angeles?" He wrinkled his nose, but reluctantly said, "Fine."

With that, he started putting his stuff together. Most of his things were back at Fandom, but he could always have them shipped to wherever he'd be staying, he supposed. In the meantime, he packed his bags full of his things, then sat down on the bed, head in his hands, and thought about the people he'd have to say goodbye to.

[door's open and wes'd be happy to say some awkward goodbyes to people if you wanna send them over, but this is it for him this term, unfortunately. it's been so much fun being in fandom these past few months and the time i've spent here has really meant a lot to me. hopefully wes'll be able to come back the next app period. in the meantime, thank all of you guys who've helped make this experience so amazing.]

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