Room 504, Monday Evening
Apr. 30th, 2012 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wesleynotponcyBy the time he was ready to leave, Wesley only had a duffel bag and a backpack to take with him, and the rest of his things had been donated or thrown away. He kept looking around his room as if to verify that he hadn't missed some enormous pile of something, because really, it didn't seem right that he could've spent almost two years here and emerge with so little belongings.
But he had the important things: Gunderson's Index of Demons, which had transformed into a person that time in 2010; his stash of weapons, including a bated sword, a stake from a memorable encounter, and a ridiculously expensive bow he'd bought a year ago that had never quite fit him; some clothing that he'd probably wear in Los Angeles and some, like a tuxedo with sentimental value and a grey uniform he couldn't help glowering at that he probably wouldn't; a classy campaign flyer and a vastly less classy counterpart; a tiny silver watch that confused him until he realized who it had probably come from; a few limbs from some mechanical spiders; a flyer announcing a meeting; an admission ticket to a zoo; a graduation cap and gown and a diploma he'd already managed to crumple a little.
He was heading off on his own, contrary to the plan he'd held for the better part of the school year. Which was naturally upsetting, and he'd likely be getting a tad drunk with Cordelia when he got back to Los Angeles, but right now he was focusing on what it felt like to be leaving Fandom after two entire years, now that he'd completed what had been meant as a punishment for his failure in Sunnydale but had turned out to be quite a bit more than that.
It was disorienting, to say the least, but he was fairly certain that he was ready for it.
[[open exit post before he departs and moves to alum status, yeah]]
But he had the important things: Gunderson's Index of Demons, which had transformed into a person that time in 2010; his stash of weapons, including a bated sword, a stake from a memorable encounter, and a ridiculously expensive bow he'd bought a year ago that had never quite fit him; some clothing that he'd probably wear in Los Angeles and some, like a tuxedo with sentimental value and a grey uniform he couldn't help glowering at that he probably wouldn't; a classy campaign flyer and a vastly less classy counterpart; a tiny silver watch that confused him until he realized who it had probably come from; a few limbs from some mechanical spiders; a flyer announcing a meeting; an admission ticket to a zoo; a graduation cap and gown and a diploma he'd already managed to crumple a little.
He was heading off on his own, contrary to the plan he'd held for the better part of the school year. Which was naturally upsetting, and he'd likely be getting a tad drunk with Cordelia when he got back to Los Angeles, but right now he was focusing on what it felt like to be leaving Fandom after two entire years, now that he'd completed what had been meant as a punishment for his failure in Sunnydale but had turned out to be quite a bit more than that.
It was disorienting, to say the least, but he was fairly certain that he was ready for it.
[[open exit post before he departs and moves to alum status, yeah]]
