Jamie Ward (thesecondfirst) wrote in at_the_gates, @ 2011-02-19 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | jamie ward, liam ward |
Who: The brothers Ward (thesecondfirst & richestorags)
What: Jamie has had a family crisis and is seeking the kind and compassionate refuge of his brother's flat...kind of.
Where: Liam's rotating door motel flat
When: Saturday afternoon
Warnings: TBA; sibling spats?
It hadn't been any easy thing, finding his brother. The letter that his family recieved at Christmas had always been conspicuously absent of a return address, and he was quite sure that Liam had never called. Tracking him down had been like following a needlessly complex scavenger hunt constructed by some twisted evil-genius toddler -- he'd gone to sketchy pubs, tracked down ex-family-friends, and finally he had arrived at a place in London that he was told his brother resided at. You wouldn't know it, of course, because the flat had been unlocked, and a thorough exploration seemed only to result in him finding yet another member of what seemed to be some sort of ruffian squad. When he'd finally gotten up the courage to speak to one of the people scurrying around, he got confirmation that Liam did indeed at least rent the place that he was standing in right now, but little else. Miserable, lugging a suitcase far too large for anyone to practically carry around, and cold and damp from the London weather, Liam had bravely cleared the bathroom, shoved his suitcase up against the door of it to make sure that nobody could come in, and showered.
That had been three days ago, give or take a few hours. In that time, the pent-up resentment for his brother that Jamie had been managing to pointedly ignore for the last few years had come bubbling up to the surface of his mind and started to boil. By this point, it was a well-thickened caramel of rage -- of course Liam couldn't even be there for him when he went straight to his damned doorstep. Why on Earth would Liam ever be there for his family? Staying at his flat with all these strangers had taught Jamie just one thing: his brother apparently cared for everyone but him. Terribly unfair, he thought, considering how close he'd liked to think they were as children (he always had been too clingy).
Jamie grimaced, kicking his feet up onto the nearby table and trying to keep as much to himself as possible. He ran his thumb over the worn edges of one of the few novels he had brought with himself and sighed greatly, huddling up a bit closer against the arm of the chair he was nestled in. Today was the last day that he was going to be waiting, he had decided -- if Liam couldn't be arsed to show up at his own place of residence at least twice a week, that was his own damned problem. Jamie would -- well, that was the problem, really -- Jamie had no idea what he would do if Liam didn't show up.